He stops, looking at me. “Take it off,” he whispers. There’s pleading in his eyes.
I lick my lips, breathing hard and my pulse racing.
I reach down slowly, a nervous shake to my body as I slide my panties off and let them drop to the floor. I want him. There’s no harm in letting him feel me for just a little bit, right? I’ll make him stop and take me somewhere else soon.
“Just for a minute, okay?” I plead, reaching back up and caressing his chest. “And then we have to stop.”
A smile curls a corner of his mouth as he lifts my knee, his thick cock pressing between my legs.
“Just for a minute,” he promises. “And then I’ll stop.”
Thrusting his hips slow and steady, he reaches down and works his cock inside me. I groan, feeling myself stretch as he sinks into me, going deeper and deeper and burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, his face twisted in pain as he stills. “Ryen…”
He breathes hard, lowering his body, my nipples brushing his chest. I shudder, savoring the feeling of his tip rubbing my spot, and without thinking, I bend my knees up more and spread my legs wider.
Just for a minute.
He kisses me, and I barely have time to adjust to him before he pulls out and thrusts back in, stretching me so good.
“Oh, God.” The sounds of the movie play in the distance, and I hear the muffled voices of people not far off.
But all I see is him. His lips hovering over mine, his breath warming my skin, his fucking that’s getting harder and faster as he thrusts between my thighs.
I look up, seeing his hand still gripping the door, the muscles in his arms bulging and tight.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
I drop my eyes back down as I lick his piercing and hear him growl under his breath.
The truck creaks with our movement, and I whimper, digging my fingers into his hips as he moves in and out of me. “The truck will rock,” I say, worried. “We have to stop.”
But he just groans, fucking me harder. My breasts bounce back and forth, and I gasp at the pleasure of him filling me. I pull him deeper with every thrust, rolling my hips to fuck him back.
“Masen,” I beg, licking and biting his neck and feeling myself coming again. “It feels so good.”
He slides a hand under my ass and nestles in deeper, grunting as he fucks me rougher. I hear a noise underneath us, from the truck, and I cast a worried glance around. “Go slow!” I plead. “The truck…”
But he growls and comes down, kissing and biting my lips. I slide my hands down, gripping his ass and keeping him close, and he thrusts his dick inside me again and again.
“Yes, yes,” I moan over and over, feeling another orgasm crest as I taunt him with quick, little kisses.
“Masen, is the minute over yet?”
“Almost, baby.” I hear the humor in his voice.
His cock nudges me deep inside, and I cry out, breaking loose and coming as my pussy clenches around him, holding him too tight.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, putting a hand over my mouth and thrusting inside of me faster.
He pushes in one more time and stops, his body shuddering under my hands, heavy breaths and groans fanning my ear.
I run a hand up his back, feeling his sweat as I close my eyes. My head is in a fog, and the inside of the truck is spinning.
The orgasm seeps down every limb, and I feel tired and happy and sad. I don’t want it to be over.
But holy shit. We shouldn’t have done that here.