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I whimper when he hits my sweet spot, almost pushing me over the edge. His nose flares as he takes a deep breath. After pulling the front of my dress open farther, he takes my nipple between his teeth. He sucks, licks and bites, his metal ball rolling across my hard nipple. He places his hand on my ass, pulling me against him. I gasp when he goes in deeper with every stroke.
Rising on his knees, he almost hits his head against the ceiling of the truck. I plead, “No, Hunter,” as he pulls out, leaving me empty, and I close my eyes in protest.
“Fuck, Shorty, hold up,” he murmurs in my ear as he pinches my clit, and my eyes shoot open.
“Oh God, please don’t stop.”
“Slow or hard?” he asks, voice hoarse, his knees dig into the leather as he slides his hand up and down over his hard shaft.
“Hard, Hunter, harder. Do what you want with me. I can take it.”
Staring at me, he leans in and kisses me passionately. I grab his dark hair and tuck the strands behind his ears. He takes my hand in his and kisses my palm. Sinking himself inside me, he grunts through clenched teeth, as my pussy swallows his dick. There is heat in his eyes, as he bites his bottom lip.
“Let go, Hunter. Fuck me like you want,” I tell him. His hair slips through my restless hands.
He shoves his right hand under my ass, tilting my pelvis to grant him the best access. He plunges himself into me, pushing in hard, over and over. Pounding and ramming his dick inside me and it’s exactly what I need. I can feel how wet I am, as he pulls out. I shudder when he grabs his shaft and runs the pierced tip over my sensitive clit before sliding easily into me again. I let him take control, fucking me harder and harder. I love the way it burns and aches at the same time; I can’t get enough of him.
I kiss his throat, trailing my tongue over his stubble, my lips tracing his jawline. I suck and tease his earlobe while he disappears into me.
Grabbing my wrists, he pushes them above my head. Our eyes lock and there is a wildness in his expression, hunger and anger all swirling around in his ice-blue depths. Grinding his hips, he forces me down. “Fuck,” he huffs into my hair. It comes out like a promise. “I’m close.” His voice is muffled against my neck.
“I want this, I want you,” I plead, while his weight pins me to the seat. He lets go of my hands and I let them move over his tattoos, kneading his ass.
He slams into me, and kisses me hard. Crying out his name, spasms rock my body and light explodes in my vision as my orgasm rips through me, taking me by surprise. I scream as I explode, my walls clenching around his big cock. Hunter stays seated inside my tight wet throbbing pussy, and I think my body can’t handle it as I feel him driving me to the edge for a second time, stretching me wide open. My release is building again, or maybe it never stopped. He orders me to kiss him. The orgasm tears through me, ripping a scream from my throat as I thrash under him.
He roars with his own release. It’s rough and hard, pain and pleasure mixed together. I scream his name, still riding out my release. He collapses on top of me and knocks the wind right out of my chest.
The smell of our lovemaking fills the truck—sex, anger and hurt. I want to keep him buried deep inside me, I want to keep feeling his strength. I’m panting and shaking. Holding his face between my hands our eyes clash, I kiss his cheek, his temple, the side of his upturned mouth. I kiss up to his forehead, tasting the salt of his sweat on my lips.
I move my mouth to his nose, his cheekbones, and when I finally plant my parted lips on his, he lets me take control, and I plunge my tongue inside. It isn’t pretty or soft. Our kisses are hard, demanding and rough. His stubble scrapes my neck and he moves to my breasts and he kisses them both.
Hunter looks up and his lips find mine, he’s still slightly hard inside of me. I feel whole and strong with his big body on top of me. My thumb feathers across his parted lips.
“What the hell just happened?” he whispers, caressing my face.
“I don’t know.” I kiss him again.
After a while, he lets me go and moves off me. I push my dress down. Hunter picks up my torn panties from the floor, handing them back to me with a sly smile on his face. He grabs a tissue softly stroking my pussy with it, before he disposes the condom in a plastic bag. Pulling up his pants, he fastens his belt.
We both smile. I reach out and run my fingers over his sweat-soaked hair covering his left eye, he takes my hand in his, and plants his lips against my skin. After kissing the back of my hand and then my fingers, he holds my palm against his cheek. The red from where I slapped him is almost gone. Letting my hand drop on his knee, he starts the car and pulls out onto the road without saying a word.
We are quiet the whole way home. He merges, when he shifts gears and our eyes lock they’re wild and cold at the same time. His face darkens, like his thoughts are taking him someplace else. I sense he’s pulling away from me and I have no idea how to talk to him. He parks the car in front of the garage and keeps holding onto the steering wheel. “I’m sorry, Shorty,” he mumbles. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
He can’t even meet my eyes.
Sniffling, I fight against the urge to bury my face in his chest and let him hold me forever. “No, we shouldn’t have,” I say, my heart breaking.
Piercing me with his intense stare, he sighs. “Sky?”
It’s a question when he says my name. But I can’t stay here in this truck with him, because if I do, I’ll never want to leave.
I open the car door but he reaches out and covers my hand with his, and says, “Please stay, Shorty. Don’t go.”
