Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
“Put your hands on me.” It’s a low, rough command that sends shivers all over me.
For that tone, I’d do anything right now. “Yes, sir.”
Flicking his eyes to mine, he lets out a husky groan. “Say it again.”
My voice goes breathy, my entire body throbbing intensely. “Yes, sir.”
That growly sound returns, deeper. Rougher, as he stills above me, the cords in his neck tight, the fire in his eyes building with every second that passes.
Like he’s ready to devour me.
“Fuck, you don’t know what that does to me when you speak in that breathy tone, and those words make it even better. Now touch me like you want me.”
Tracing my fingertips over the dips and ridges of his sculpted chest, my eyes dilate.
No problem. I can do that all day long.
Truck does some kind of covert magic because he’s got my T-shirt off seconds later as I explore his body, savoring the heat coming from his skin, the coarse texture of the fine hair leading down from his lower stomach.
Cool air sweeps over my skin as he tosses the shirt aside, drawing goosebumps, and causing excited shivers beneath my skin.
“Sweet god.” His tongue rakes his bottom lip. Eyes drinking in my body, landing on this place and that, circling back for seconds. He looks like he’s won a prize.
“Finally,” he says on a broken exhale.
I know.
This game we’ve been playing…not really a game at all, but the waiting has made it even better—strengthened the need until I’m more aroused than ever.
“Touch me,” I plead. Because as much as I love those twilight eyes on me, I need his hands.
I’m about to come out of my skin, panting in short little gasps as he stares down at my naked body. I’ve never wanted a man’s touch so badly it hurts.
Never taking his eyes from me, he reaches into his briefs and frees the entire enormous length of his cock.
“I could break down a door with this thing right now.”
He’s gonna break something, and I’m dying for that delicious pleasure pain he can give me.
All I can think about is finding out what kind of beautiful damage he can do to me.
“Break me, Truck. I need it so bad.”
Swift as lightning, a look so hot it singes the air comes over him.
“I know, sweet girl. You need me to take control tonight so you can let go of everything.”
A dawning awareness cracks a seam down the center of me.
Is that what this is about? Is that why my need for him is borderline crazy, almost illogical?
His thumb brushes my jaw. “Look at me, beautiful.”
My breathing is rough, but my head is caught up with this new revelation.
“You okay?”
“I… I just realized?—”
He leans down, lowering himself onto his elbows. Kisses me before I can finish what I was going to say. It’s a beautiful kiss. Single minded, building until it demands my surrender.
I fall hard.
He breaks away, kissing my jaw, my neck, slowly brushing his.
“I’ve got you. Let me have all of you tonight. Forget everything.” Burying his nose above my ear, his words tease my neck. “Just feel. I’ll push your boundaries and take you away.”
A hot flood of tears tightens my throat.
I do need this. “I just want to forget it all…”
This seems to please him, his body settling heavier onto me. “I’ve got you sweetheart.”
Truck’s incredibly large hand is sliding down my side, stealing thoughts with every knead and stroke. When he cups my left butt cheek in his hand, I can’t fight my moan.
I have no idea what to expect.
But he’s taking his time, driving me crazy with uncertainty and anticipation.
“Mmm. This sweet ass has been driving me crazy.”
My skin is already pulsing, and he hasn’t even done anything but caress. When he strokes me there again, this time with more possession in his touch, sliding a callused palm over my tingly skin, I whimper, “Yessss.”
I need more.
“You don’t know what having you below me does to me, Ally, my sexy little prize.”
Anticipation devours me as his fingers stroke slowly between my cheeks, teasing me from behind.
Wow. Whoa. That’s hot.
“Your fingers feel so good.”
Neck arching, I let my lids drift closed.
I want to look at him, study his gorgeous face, the way the light shifts across those strong planes, his pupils dilate, the way his lips tug and part as he touches me.
But it’s too much.
Oh, god, I’m already unraveling.
He shifts above me, spreading my legs wider. The pads of his fingers slide between my pussy lips and dip into my wetness.
When his fingers leave me, he groans. “Gonna fuck you now, Doc.”
Yes.
I’m lit up like Broadway, my whole body vibrating.
That’s before he pushes a thick, blunt tip against me.
The fingers of his left hand continue to smooth and touch, exploring me from behind as his cock presses in.
“Ohmygod. Oh. My god.” My throat works convulsively as the width of his crown splits me. “You’re sure this is going to work?”
He moans. “Perfectly.”
Whoa. Wow. I knew he was big. I didn’t expect this.
The sting. A low, heavy pressure.
“Sweet fuck, honey, you’re so damned tight on me.”
I grab for his arms, my eyes very open now and locked on the place where he’s pushing inside of me.
“Stop! Wait.” My pulse is thudding. My pussy screaming. “It’s too big.”
Worry flashes over his stony concentration. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” I shake my head rapidly. “I’m just nervous.”
He leans down and kisses me. The slow glide of his tongue works a kind of magic on me. My breathing slows. My body eases.
“That’s it. Relax, sweetheart. You’re gonna take me perfectly. Help me get you even wetter.”
His left hand continues that delicious assault from behind, but he brings his right up to my mouth.
Like I know exactly what to do, my lips part, allowing his fingers to slide over my tongue. A violent pulse of achy need shoots down to my pussy.
He moans, teasing his fingers along my lips. “That’s right. Get me nice and slick so I can play with your sexy little clit.”
Looking me right in the eyes, he pushes his cock into me, another inch. “Fuck, there you go, my perfect girl.”
Rocked, shaking, speared on the gigantic head of his cock, I lick and suck his fingers. The pain is biting, but it’s beautiful and every time he strokes his other hand along where we’re joined and further along my rear entrance, a flood of heat as bright as the sun pulses through my core.
Truck immediately goes for my clit, using the moisture from my mouth to slick the way. There’s something so sexy and dirty about how he fucked my mouth with his fingers, and now he’s using that wet heat on my clit.
“There you go,” he murmurs and shoves more of his girthy length further inside of me.
Oh, heavens, yesssss.
I’m officially delirious now, nothing coming from my mouth except quick gusts of air as the waves of my release begin to crest the horizon.
This orgasm is going to destroy me.
Every ounce of his concentration is on that slide, that push, that delicious owning of my pussy.
“Oh, god,” I breathe as my head rocks back. “That’s so good.”
“Yes, we are. Now I’m gonna take you right. I want your eyes on me, I need to see you.”
When our gazes lock, he’s already pushing even deeper inside of me. That magical left hand doing something… well incredible . And the right hand… equally as talented, teasing my clit with the perfect rhythm.
I’m owned.
His big hands, his cock, the penetration of his eyes locked on me, totally controlling my pleasure.
The pain is gone, the ecstasy swamping me.
“That’s my girl, taking this fat cock so well.” His filthy words rasp, sandpaper and gravel, as a bead of sweat trickles down his chest.
“Truck!” I half-scream when a clenching wave of pleasure crashes into my core. It’s not an orgasm, but it’s a clawing hunger for more. “Deeper.”
He locks on me like a missile system.
The shade of his irises is silvery, lake blue now, and takes my breath.
His breathing is unsteady, but his hands never tremble, never give way. They continue their jobs, working me in a way I can’t even describe.
And then he bottoms out. Thrusts into me until I feel the shockwave of his length hit the end of my pussy. Rubbing my cervix.
A growl rips out of him, that finger at my back entrance swirls and presses, and the devil tugs on my clit, capturing it between his finger and thumb.
I go off so hard I nearly black out.
Crying out, I shudder.
Spasms lock my legs around his hips, and when he whispers my name against my ear, the second one immediately crashes into me.
“Fuck,” he moans. “You were made for me, Ally.”
Then his hands are gone, his cock is gone, and he’s flipping me onto my knees.
Head spinning like I’m on a tilt-a-whirl, I squeak, and grab the covers in both my fists.
But there’s no way I can fall. Not with his arm banded low around my hips as he shoves that thick, pulsing cock into me again.
I’m delirious. Dripping wet. And that’s before he spanks my left ass cheek three quick times. The searing stretch of his cock blends with the heat of his hand, and I officially leave my body.
This is pure pleasure.
Unbridled lust.
Freedom.
“God. Damn,” he growls.
Thrusting in quick, hard punches. Bracing me in a brutal hold. And when that left hand moves from my glute where his marks still sting, to slide between my cheeks, searching for that second entrance, I start to unravel.
“More…” I breathe, shuddering, searching for that next release.
When he breaches my rear entrance with his fingertip, it slips in easily from all the juices he’s wrung out of me.
A wild, carnal fire flashes through me as my neck cranes back.
His mouth meets mine, biting, sucking at my lips as he drives into me with his cock, pushes deeper with his finger.
“Oh, my god,” I sob. “I’m going to come, I’m coming. Oh. God.”
“Yes, fuck, yes, beautiful.” Voice more animal than man, he folds over me, taking me. All of me as he moans deep in his throat. “Give it to me, give me every fucking thing.”
My entire existence shatters.
Truck follows me. The sound of his broken cry loud. “Ah! Ah! Aughhhh!”
His body quakes violently, and the ferocity of the grip borders on pain.
Perfect destruction.
For several long beats, we just breathe. Then he shifts slowly, carefully.
“What did you do to me?”
Me?
“I hope I didn’t hurt you, babe.” He kisses my nape, dragging his scruff along the damp skin. “I’ve always been an animal, but I lost my fucking mind when I got inside you.”
I laugh raggedly. “I don’t know, but I loved it.”
He crashes onto the bed, taking me with him.
A thick, warm groan moves through him. “You’ll feel that for a few days.”
“I hope I do.”
He kisses my cheek. “Allison.”
The tone he uses makes me turn my head quickly, coming eye to eye with him.
“What?” I whisper.
“I want you in my bed every night. I need you close.”