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He set his drink on the coffee table, returning with his right hand on my leg. I glanced down and smiled. Long, thick fingers and perfectly manicured nails. They were going to feel amazing inside me. “Those hands look too soft for a trucker, don’t they?”
His fingers played across the inside of my leg, sending sensations up my thighs until they burst between my legs. “I own the trucking company,” he said. His hand slowly slid up to the edge of my mini skirt. “It’s been a long time since I was in the driver’s seat.”
I shifted closer, so his fingers slipped under the hem of my skirt. “So you used to drive one of those big tractors?”
“Blake.” The sound of my name coming from his mouth made my skin heat up. His gaze now pointed down the unbuttoned neck of my blouse where bits of lace from my bra stared back at him. His face was flushed with excitement. “I’ve driven it all. Big rigs, logging trucks, four axles. Once I even handled a tandem trailer with two pups in the middle of a blizzard.” His hand slipped deeper under my skirt with each mention of his accomplishments until his fingers played at the edge of my panties.
“I bet you're amazing with a stick.” My words came out raspy. The feel of his fingers so close to my pussy made me want to scream with pleasure. I slid a hand up his thigh, rounding the top and stopping right before I reached the other side. His gaze jumped from my cleavage to my eyes, as if he couldn’t believe this was really happening.
I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, and he immediately started kissing me back. Under my skirt, his fingers floundered at the edge of my black lacy underwear. Slowly, I spread my knees apart, guiding his hand between them. Best to let his fingers explore somewhere worthwhile.
His other hand reached up to the back of my head, gently pulling me closer as his kisses moved to the side of my neck. A groan escaped my lips, which only gave Darian more fuel to step up his game. Soon his lips were against my cleavage, as he desperately tried to unbutton my blouse.
“Here,” I said, pulling away. The look on his face was priceless, yearning passion, eyes drunk with lust. I stood up slowly and started unbuttoning my blouse one tiny clasp at a time. Each snap sent a feeling of power inside me as his eyes grew wider and wider. After the last button, I let my shirt fall open, revealing the black lace bra I’d specially chosen for this occasion.
“Come here.” His voice was gruff as he leaned forward, slipping both hands up my skirt and linking a finger under the lace on either side. With a thrust, he pulled me forward, and a tiny gasp escaped my lips. He stopped instantly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Shhh, I said, bending over and pressing a finger against his lips. “I’ll tell you if you do something I don’t like.”
His mouth dropped open as if in disbelief. Then with a renewed urgency, he ran his hands back inside my skirt and gently tugged at the edges of my panties bringing them down to my feet. I stepped out of the one side, raising that leg beside him on the sofa. His gaze drifted between my legs eyes widening again at what could only be the site of my shaved pussy.
“You like what you see?” I asked in a whispered voice.
He nodded voraciously and reached for the zipper on his pants.
“Not quite yet,” I said shaking a finger between us. “I need you to make me wetter.”
He reached forward, grabbing me by each butt cheek, and pulled me onto his lap. I let a squeal of joy escape my lips as he placed his face between my breasts again. Kissing. Sucking. Licking. He reached up and brought my bra straps down with my blouse, leaving them entangled behind my back like soft cotton ties holding my arms behind me. Reaching for my cups, he slid them down over my breasts until both of my breasts popped free.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He paused a moment, the cool air of the A.C. making my nipples tighten and goosebumps spread across my skin. Leaning forward, he took one of my breasts in his mouth and caressed my nipple with the warmth of his tongue.
“Don’t stop, I groaned through gritted teeth, grinding my hips against his.
“You like that, do you?” he whispered against my breast, sending shivers across my chest. “Let me check how I’m doing.” His other hand slipped between my legs, one finger sliding along my fold from top to bottom and back again, stopping at my clit. I started grinding against his thick finger, inviting the rest of his hand to explore. He pushed one finger inside my clit while sliding another down my fold.
“How about that?”
Vibrations unraveled through my body. “Yesss.” My reply slithered effortlessly through my lips.
“How about this?” He moved another finger, massaging the entrance before slipping it inside. A moan escaped my lips as I squeezed my grip around his neck. He continued moving his fingers back and forth sliding against my clit and then down into my wet pussy. I tightened my legs against him, soaking up the sensations that exploded through my body. I dropped my head back as my moans rang out. His mouth found my other breast, but this time his teeth grazed across my nipple, sending more sensations through my body until I was sure I was going to erupt.
“Easy there, darling. I don’t want you to cum alone.”
With one swift move, he wrapped his hands beneath my buttocks and stood, cradling me as he moved us toward the king-sized bed. Its sheets still ruffled from where I’d sat just moments before, now spread under my knees where he set me down. One-by-one he began to unbutton his dress shirt, and I wriggled free of my constraints, letting my blouse and bra drop to the side of the bed. Then reaching up, I grabbed for his belt and pulled him closer. He quickly let go of his shirt and scrambled for his belt buckle, while I turned my attention to his chest, running my fingernails gently down his exposed skin. I finished undoing the buttons as he tossed his belt, and pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor as I playfully bit around his nipples. Soon his hands were sprawled across my bare back, reaching for the bottom of my mini skirt.
“Ah, Ah,” I said, moving my hands down to his open zipper. “It’s not fair you're still dressed.” His cock pressed hard against the front of his pants as if begging to be let free. Pulling at the fabric, I helped him wriggle free of his jeans, and then bent down and turned my attention to the rock hard package inside his boxer briefs.
As soon as I pulled down the front of his briefs, his erection sprang forward. I wrapped my lips around it, and took him into my mouth, teasing him with my tongue. His groans intensified as I reached up, running my fingers up and down his chest.
It wasn't long before I was moaning along, when he reached around my backside and began playing with my bottom. New sensations flowed between my legs, bringing me back to the edge of orgasm. He was getting close too, rising his hips to meet my mouth every time my lips dropped to the bottom of his shaft.
“Hold on,” he grunted. “I’m not ready to be done yet.”
Pulling his cock from my mouth, he pushed me back against the bed, caressing the end of his cock like a prized possession. Then slowly he pulled my legs forward until he was right between them, and rubbed his cock between my legs along my slit, teasing both my clit and the promise of his thick cock inside me.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, raising my hips to him.
“One more thing,” he said, leaning his face between my legs, his breath tickling my inner thighs. “I’ve been dying to know how you taste since I laid eyes on you.”
