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“Behave, princess.” He lets go of my hands and closes the truck door.
I’m still fumbling with the safety belt when he swings up into the driver’s seat. His fingers replace mine, clicking the belt in place.
The engine fires to life with a loud roar and he backs out of his spot. “Which of those fancy houses was yours?”
I’m so worked up I almost give him my address. A bit of sanity cuts through the fog of desire muddling my senses. I can’t have him at my place. At least not yet.
Leaning across the center console, I place my hand on his big, warm thigh, feeling the muscle twitch under my palm. “You’re really gonna take me home and not to your place?” I walk my fingers up higher on the soft denim, towards the prominent bulge between his spread legs.
His fingers curl around mine, stopping me from reaching my goal. “I don’t do relationships,” he says quietly, his thumb stroking my fingers. A rush of warmth gathers at my entrance.
The rumble of the big engine is the only sound for the span of a heartbeat. “But I will fuck you.”
My pussy clenches at his words.
Swallowing hard, I push the word out in a voice much higher than my natural one. “Okay.”
In the darkness of the cab, I barely make out his nod. His hand guides mine up higher and presses it against the thick erection pushing out the front of his jeans. He sucks in a breath when, with trembling fingers, I trace the fat mushroom tip of his dick.
Even through his pants, I can feel how big and hot he is. I squirm in my seat, my breaths raspy and fast as I glide my hand over his throbbing length. He can’t be comfortable all crammed into his pants the way he is. I find the snap of the jeans and quickly undo it and then work my fingers between his belly and waistband. His warm skin practically scorches my fingers and I suck in a breath while he lets out a harsh groan that vibrates through his big body.
The hair on his stomach tickles my palm as I burrow my hand deeper into his pants. He’s not wearing any underwear and somehow, I find that the biggest turn on. I’ve never been with a guy that went commando.
At the first touch of my hand on his dick, Jake’s pelvis jerks upwards, his indrawn breath a low hiss that ends on a broken moan when I wrap my fingers around him. My fingers don’t touch as I encircle his thick cock and my throat goes dry. He’s a big man, so it stands to reason his dick would be huge as well.
Pre-cum wells out of the slit in the tip. I drag my thumb through it, smearing it all around the thick rim of his cockhead.
Jake’s breathing is fast and audible, both his hands gripping the steering wheel hard, yet the truck’s speed stays the same, neither decreasing nor increasing as I work my hand along his dick in fast jerks.
I try to lean across and take him into my mouth. The safety belt digs into my middle and shoulder and my stomach does a funny flip when I bend over so I go back to giving him a hand job even though my tongue tingles with the need to taste him.
The truck slows down, and I look up from Jake’s crotch to see the headlights illuminating a drab and squat single-story apartment complex of maybe six units. The place looks like it might once have been a motel, but the owner decided renting it out monthly was more lucrative. Plastic patio chairs and bicycles line the fronts of most of the long wall of units. Several big and gleaming black and chrome motorcycles are parked at the end unit closest to the road.
Jake swings his truck into an empty spot on the far end and the big engine cuts off with a low rumble. We sit there with my hand slowly working his length. He stays facing straight ahead, his face in profile to me. My eyes trace over his features, taking note of a bump along the bridge of his nose that I hadn’t noticed earlier and admiring the firm set of his bristly jaw. His whiskers scraped against my face earlier when we kissed, and the skin above my upper lip feels a tad raw from the friction.
My tongue glides along my lips tasting a hint of him still on them. Now that we’ve stopped, I can unbuckle the belt that kept me from tasting a far different part of him.
The click of the belt releasing and the fast glide of it whipping back into place sounds overly loud to my sensitive ears, and the base of my skull thumps faintly.
I push aside those off feelings and scamper to my knees, eager to get my first look at Jake’s cock.
His big hand blocks mine when I reach for him. “I got neighbors with kids, princess. Let’s take this inside.” Jake undoes his belt, shoves his dick back into his pants, and is out the door before I can make another grab for him.
Pouting at being denied and not really caring for the princess title, I inch backwards when my knee slips and my body bangs into the door. “Oww…” I say, rubbing at my head and blinking hard.
The door shifts at my back, strong hands hooking under my armpits, keeping me from falling out of the truck onto my butt. My legs are shaky but hold when Jake helps me fully out of the truck.
I take his hands and guide them forward to cup my breasts while grinding my ass into his crotch. “Mmmm…” I moan, arching my chest up harder into his big palms and loving the friction against my nipples.
Jake laughs, his fingers squeezing my boobs briefly before he releases me and steps away. “Someone’s eager.” Grabbing my hand, he leads me to the door of his apartment. Standing there, waiting for him to unlock it, the sounds of someone’s TV can be heard faintly.
A giggle escapes me. Guess we’ll have to be quiet because these walls must be super thin.
He opens the door and steps through first, turning on the lights. I blink at the sudden brightness, the dull thump in the back of my head becoming stronger as I look around.
Going by the exterior, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I needn’t have worried. The living room has a big, brown L-shaped couch that takes up most of the room and faces the flat-screen TV. There’s a bookshelf against one wall and it’s stuffed full. Everything is obviously worn and meant for comfort over aesthetics, but very clean and neat. The air smells of Jake and I drag it into my lungs with a hum of appreciation.
Jake closes the door and toes off his boots. “You want a drink or something?”
