Page 42 of At My Worst

She laughs again. “Going camping and fucking in the middle of the night in the tent with a fire blazing outside,” she explains.

“I can do that.”

“Well, now you have added a new one, actually,” she says with amusement.

“Really?” I ask.

She nods.

“What?”

“Fuck a stranger in a truck on a gorgeous cliff overlooking the ocean,” she says in a low, desired voice.

Now I can fucking do that right now.

I look into her eyes for a moment as I drop my hands from her and grab her hand from my chest, turning us toward the truck.She laughs as I pick her up and toss her into the truck. She laughs as she scoots back, giving me room to crawl in after her and shut the door.

She lays back across the seat, her eyes blazing with desire and what looks like love.

I position myself between her legs, pull down her sweats with her underwear, and move her legs around to remove them. She lifts her ass and laughs, allowing me to do what I want. Her hair is damp from the rain, her glasses fogged, and she is fucking gorgeous.

I unbutton and unzip my pants and struggle to pull them down. After some choice cuss words and wiggling around, I finally get them off, and I’m breathing like I just ran a mile. I position myself between her legs, spreading them open with my body as I hover over her.

“Ready to fuck a stranger in a truck on a cliff and be a bad girl for him?” I ask as I grab onto her throat and lift her leg over my shoulder. She wraps her other leg around me, pulling me toward her.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, making me fucking crazy.

Dancing in the rain, check.

Fuck in my truck, getting ready to check that one off. And there will be a fucking check next to fucking in a tent, believe that shit.

“You know you drive me mad, right?” I ask her as I thrust my hips forward, rubbing my hard cock through her folds.

Her eyes stay on me as she smiles. “The feeling is mutual,” she says softly.

“Who do you belong to, Bianca?” I ask as I place my cock against her wet opening.

“You, I belong to you,” she moans.

A growl escapes me as I push into her to the hilt and smash my lips against hers. She moans against my lips, and I slide mytongue between her lips, taking what I need. I grab her hand, intertwine our fingers, and pull it above her head, pinning it on the seat as I slowly pull out slightly and push back in. Her pussy is so fucking wet for me, and I can already feel my balls tightening. I keep my pace achingly slow, rolling my hips so my cock hits deep and her clit grinds against my pubic bone.

It is sexy as fuck how wet she gets with just my words, just my touch.

I will bring every fucking desire she has to life. Her list is my fucking list now.

I pull back just enough to look over her face. “You’re my bad girl,” I growl.

“Yes,” she pants.

“Your pussy takes my cock so fucking perfectly,” I tell her, feeling her body quake against mine with my words.

“Alexander,” she moans as I tighten my grip on her hand, watching how my dirty talk drives her wild.

I increase my pace, needing to feel her come undone around my cock. She grabs onto my arms and sinks her nails into me as she meets me thrust for thrust.

I know she is close. “Baby, be my bad fucking girl, and cum on my cock,” I growl against her lips. “Now!”

Her pussy spasms around my cock, and she screams out my name as she comes undone around me. I don’t let up; I fuck her through her orgasm and keep up the punishing pace. My balls slap against her ass, the windows are fogged up, and sweat and water drips from my hair. Her legs are trembling as she digs her foot into my ass, spurring me on.

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