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Oh god, I love a bossy man in bed, or in a truck in this case. I am all about making my own decisions and girl-bossing the shit out of my life, but in the bedroom, I want someone to own me. I want Knox to make every decision about my pleasure, so I don't have to.

I nod quickly and his eyes dart between me and the road as I shimmy my panties down. He reaches his hand out and I place them in his large fist. Knox brings them to his nose and breathes in deeply. My cheeks heat from the moan he lets out.

"Touch yourself," he whispers and my chest heaves as I rest my head back against the seat. I slip off my heels and plant my feet on his dashboard and slide my fingers through my slick heat with a little moan.

Knox reaches across the seat and grips my thigh with his large hand, pulling my legs wider so he can watch.

"Are you wet?" he asks, his eyes hooded as he watches the road. I bite my lip.

"You tell me," I say, lifting my fingers to his mouth and he moans, sucking them into his mouth and licking them clean.

"I want you to beg me to come," Knox growls as he releases my fingers. And I nod, wanting that too. I start pleasuring myself, bucking forward when I graze my sensitive clit. And he pinches my nipple through the soft fabric of my costume and moans. His eyes are on the road, so I don't hold back with my sounds. I'm loud in bed, and I've had boyfriends who didn't like it, but Knox is practically feral as I moan loudly.

I tease myself with two fingers, strumming my thumb against my clit like a guitar. I'm mimicking his moves in the haunted house because I've never been so turned on in my life as I was when he took me up against the wall.

The way he worked my body was like nothing I've ever experienced. He was so sensitive to my needs, but he didn't treat me like I was fragile. No. He treated me like he owned me.

"Oh fuck," I gasp, desperately trying not to come, but so overwhelmed by the sensation of him listening to me as I bring myself pleasure. He pulls my hands away, refusing to let me come and I whimper and beg, loving how he edges me.

"I bought condoms," Knox grits out, reaching into the backseat as he tries to find them, but I shake my head quickly.

"I'm on birth control and I haven't been with anybody in over a year," I tell him and his breathing is erratic.

"I was tested six months ago and haven't been with anybody since,” he says.

"I don't want anything between us," I pant, my toes practically curling against the dash as I get closer to the edge.

"Stop," he growls, grabbing my hands and forcing me to stop. I whimper but obey and he pulls over to the side of the road. I was so close to release I would have broken his rules if he hadn't forced me to stop.

Knox turns off the engine and unbuckles, racing around the front of his truck to the passenger side door. The cool night is a relief to my heated body as he throws the passenger door open and I scramble to the edge of the seat.

The sound of Knox's zipper cuts through the quiet night and the idea that we're about to fuck out in the open has me dripping. My desire runs down my thighs, and I pinch my own nipples, needing something to ground me in the moment.

Knox's eyes are on me as he notches at my entrance, and I reach between my thighs, rubbing at my clit and letting out a loud moan of pleasure. I'm so primed, I'm not going to last long, and Knox doesn't seem to want to waste a second as he slams inside me, bottoming out in one hard thrust.

I yell out gibberish, moaning like a porn star as he pulls out and slams back into me. He moans, kissing my breasts and neck as he whispers words of worship against my skin. I'm euphoric, my body an instrument he plays like a master.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes..." I moan and then he pulls out and flips me over, holding my head down against the front seat with a firm pressure that I've never known I needed until now. I beg for release. My feet dangle, not able to reach the ground, and he holds me up, fucking into me with wild abandon. I grip the leather of his seats, desperate for everything he's giving me and more.

"You are perfect." He breathes against my back. "Fucking perfect."

I moan loudly, wanting to declare my love for the entire world to hear, but terrified of scaring him away. Instead, I hand myself over to him, relishing the way he uses my body for his pleasure and mine.

As his thrusts become more erratic, Knox reaches around my hip and grinds his fingers against my clit. That's all it takes to send me over the edge. I come with a sharp cry, rocking back against him as waves of pleasure radiate throughout my body.

"Oh fuuuuuck," he grits out, and then his warm release fills me up, dripping down my thighs as he thrusts again and again, prolonging our pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh," I pant loudly as my entire body lets go.

When we both still, we're a panting and sweaty heap. The cold air licks at my skin as Knox pulls out and I wish I wasn't on the pill. I've never thought about having kids. I've never been with anybody with whom I wanted to have kids, but tonight I send the thought out into the universe like a prayer.

I roll over onto my back and Knox grins down at me as he pulls off his t-shirt. I bite my lip, loving the sight of his bare chest and already ready to go again. He uses his shirt to clean me up and then kisses me, before helping me sit upright and buckling me into place.

I watch him go around the truck, with my eyes half-closed and drunk on my orgasm, and grin from ear-to-ear when he slides behind the wheel.

"That was incredible," I tell him sincerely, secretly hoping he wants to go again before tomorrow.

"We haven't even gotten started," Knox says with a grin as he starts up the truck and my pussy clenches in response as he pulls out on the main road again.