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But now that I’d given Jeremiah the go ahead, he was moving with sure movements. He rolled down the window, which I didn’t understand at first. Until he unspooled the seatbelt and pulled it through the crack in the window.
We were far enough from the bridge and around a thickly forested curve that even if there were people stopped on the other side, we couldn’t see them. More importantly, they couldn’t see us.
And then Jeremiah’s hands were on me, helping me down out of the truck and then yanking down my shorts and panties all at the same time. Rain drenched us both as he manhandled me. Still, I let him. Because I… I liked it.
And I liked watching him shuck his own jeans and boxers and toss them with my shorts back into the truck. He stood there, completely naked except for his boots, as rain pelted him. He had to be cold but his cock hung long and hard against his thigh. And he looked at me without shame, eyes dark and hooded as he skewered me with his gaze.
“Hands,” he demanded.
Blinking, I held my hands forward. He gripped one wrist and jerked it up in a smooth but not rough motion. He reached back through the window for the seatbelt, pulling my hands above my head and looping the seatbelt around my wrists several times, pinning them above my head, my back to the truck.
And then he paused, grinning as the rain fell in sheets all around us, drenching us. He grabbed his cock and came toward me. Rain dripped down my face and ran into my open mouth.
In spite of the chill, I’d never been so hot. Being tied up in the middle of nowhere during a storm—it should have been crazy. And it was. Crazy fucking hot. Especially as this giant of a man came toward me with his huge cock and I knew exactly what he was going to do with it. Or thought I did.
Because yes, he came against me and lodged the tip of himself at my center. But he didn’t immediately thrust inside. Instead, he grabbed my ass and hiked my leg up around him, pinning me between him and the truck.
“Finally,” he growled through the noise of the pounding rain, “I have you exactly where I want you.” He smacked at my breast from the underside and I jolted.
Whoa. This was exactly where he’d wanted me? For how long?
But there was barely a moment to form the question before he was continuing his barrage of my breasts. Soft smacks at first that turned more and more intentional.
His cock flexed at my center, the tip nudging inside just a little.
Still he didn’t thrust, even as I moved restlessly against him with my hips. Good God, I’d never had anyone ever—well, do anything like any of this. I strained against the seatbelt pinning my wrists above my head. I wanted to touch him. To pull him to me, to scratch at his back. To do something to let out the wildness he was making rear up in me—a wildness I’d only glimpsed but never… never like this, and never with anyone else before.
When he reached down with both hands and grasped my buttocks finally lifting me—easily, I might add, and God but that was hot—against the truck, I arched my back toward him which pushed my breasts out.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, thrusting his hips forward just the tiniest bit so that I could feel more of him against my sex.
I nodded fervently as the rain continued pelting my face.
“Out loud,” he demanded. Goddamn him.
“Just fuck me already,” I shouted in his face.
He paused and smiled, a slow creeping smile, like he might just decide not to, now that he had me all trussed up and panting.
I narrowed my eyes at him, about to start swearing a blue streak, but then— “Oh!” I cried out as he finally thrust forward and filled me.
And when I say filled me, I do mean filled me. To the brim.
I was so full. Full of him.
He shoved deep to the root and it wasn’t a kind of mindless fuck. Because while he held me pinned to the truck with one hand clutching my ass and his cock sheathed deep inside me, his other hand came to my face. He grasped me underneath my chin so that there was nothing to do except blink away the rain and look him dead in the eye as he began moving his hips, fucking me deep and hard.
Every slide of his shaft through my already incredibly sensitized pussy—oh God. And the way our chests slid together—the bristle of his chest hair against my nipples.
I arched toward him, trying to kiss him. Trying for anything to grasp back some of the control, but he just shook his head and gripped my chin tighter.
I got the message.
I wasn’t in control here.
For our clashes outside of this moment, I could challenge him all I liked, but here, in this animal space of body against body, he was the alpha.
And I could submit and experience the most mind-blowing pleasure I’d never even known existed or—
