Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Needing to make sure she’s ready for me, I swipe my fingers through the folds of her pussy, and she moans. “All for me?” I ask.
“You know it is.” She nods.
I slide a finger inside her, and she moves forward, bracing her hands on my shoulders. “Just making sure you’re ready.”
“I’m beyond ready.” She leans back, grips my cock, and makes quick work of sliding the latex over me. I hate that there is going to be anything between us at all, but until we have that talk when we’re both sober, this is the way that it needs to be. She braces her hands back on my shoulders, and I reach between us, guiding my cock inside her. She slides down on me, and I see stars—and not the ones that are currently lighting up the night sky.
“So full,” she pants.
I exhale and try to compose myself. I feel as though I’m seconds away from losing control. “So tight,” I reply.
She lifts and settles back on my lap. She repeats the process over and over until she’s found her rhythm, and all I can do is grip her hips and pray like hell that I don’t embarrass myself. I’ve wanted this moment with her since I was a teenager, and now that it’s here, I’m about to fuck it up because her pussy is choking my cock.
“Callum.” My name sounds like a prayer coming from her lips.
“Tell me what you need?” My grip is so tight on her that I’m afraid there might be bruising. I force myself to loosen my hold.
“No.” She removes her hands from my shoulders and places them over mine. “More. Harder. Faster. Just… more. Please.”
Fuck, I feel like I’m living out a fantasy. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods, and that’s all I need.
I lift her and slam her back down. Her head falls back, and she cries out, the sound filling my cab. No doubt anyone close heard her cries of pleasure. That’s something to worry about another time, because as I bounce her on my cock, her pussy starts to squeeze me like a vise. She’s close, and I need her to get there. I’m ready to lose it.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her.
She slides her hand between us. As soon as she makes contact with her clit, she cries out my name. Her body shudders, and her pussy strangles me as I release with a grunt, burying my face in her neck.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her against my chest. We’re both breathing heavily, my legs are cramped, and I need to deal with the condom, but I’m not ready to let her go just yet.
“Callum?” She lifts her head
“Yeah, baby?” I brush her hair out of her eyes.
“When can we do that again?”
I chuckle, pulling her back into my embrace. “Whenever you want, baby.”
She lets me hold her for several long minutes. “We should clean up.”
“Yeah,” I agree. She moves from my lap. I manage to lean forward, one hand on my dick, holding the condom on, while the other reaches into the center console for napkins. I take care of the condom, shoving it into the compartment on the door, making a mental note to take care of it tomorrow and to wipe down these leather seats.
By the time I’m finished and have my pants pulled up, Elena is dressed and sitting on the opposite side of the bench seat, just like she was when this all started.
I open my arms. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep. We have some cleaning to do in a few hours.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“Elena, get your ass over here and let me hold you.” To my surprise, she listens. She snuggles in close, and I wrap her tightly as we both drift off to sleep.
I wake with a jolt to the sound of someone banging on my truck window. Bolting up, I hit my head on the ceiling as I search the truck for Elena. She was curled up next to me when we fell asleep last night, and now, she’s nowhere to be found. The banging continues, so I turn to face my visitor.
Dex Monroe stands with his arms crossed over his chest and a pissed-off scowl on his face. Reaching for the handle, I push open the door. He doesn’t move, even as the door almost hits his chest when I exit the truck. I’m a grown man, but he’s making me feel like a teenager who just got busted for sneaking out.
“Why are you sleeping in my field?” he snips.
“I was here for Tiffany’s party last night. We stayed in my truck to sleep it off so we could get up and clean.” I’m rambling as I try to process what’s going on. I look around the field, and the only evidence that there was a party is the burn pile where the fire was located and me and my truck.