Chapter 24
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
After returning late in the afternoon, Ryan secured the side-by-side back onto the trailer. I’m pretty sure after that shitty close call, we won’t be taking it out again.
Now, I need to clean up a bit. Grabbing some hygiene wipes, I bounce into the passenger seat and see what we are working with. Lowering the visor, I catch sight of the dirt smudges on my face and the way my hair is twisted and tangled from being stuffed into the helmet.
Finding my brush in the center console, I softly tug through the knots and throw it back in a headband. Spotting my makeup bag, I sort through sunscreen and Chapstick until I come across my favorite mascara. “Ah ha!” I burst out in triumph, raising it in front of me.
Removing my clothes, panties, and bra, I use the hygiene wipes under my armpits and sweep them across the areas between my legs.
Ryan hops in beside me on the driver’s side, eyeing me intently. In a low voice, he says, “Are you trying to corrupt me into filthy things? Because if so, it’s working.”
I turn my entire body toward him, bending my right leg and placing my foot on the dashboard, and I allow him full access to soak in my nakedness.
My eyes droop with hunger, and his cock hardens in his lounge pants.
His eyes sharpen with need. “Get out of the car and bend over the hood with your legs open wide and both arms stretched out with your palms flat,” he orders.
I do as he says, promptly positioning myself as he asked. My arousal is already evident between my legs. He shuts the truck door and struts over to me.
Not wasting any time, his hand cups my pussy as he massages it back and forth, lathering his fingers while suppressing a groan.
Then, he takes his fingers and propels them forcefully into my mouth, fishhooking my cheek.
“Clean them,” he growls.
I work my tongue up and down the side of my cheek, saliva dribbling out.
“That’s my good girl.”
Removing his fingers, he widens my feet, nudging them to the point where my ass is high in the air.
I arch my back, seeking more contact as my breath hitches and my nipples stiffen on the hood of the truck.
Tugging on my swollen clit, he uses my slickness to layer it all over my pussy until I’m completely soaked.
Seizing me right above my hips, he abruptly shoves his cock into my pussy.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust to him, and I gasp, collapsing further onto the truck. My ass presses against his pelvis.
“You have a needy little cunt,” he grunts as he pounds into me. He grabs a handful of my ass, letting his cock sink deeper inside me.
I feel the electricity under my skin as I’m about to come. Ryan clutches my hips, leans into my ear, and breathes, “Let go.” And that’s all it takes for my entire body to spasm.
After I savor the sweet release, Ryan manhandles me and takes hold of my shoulders, moving me to the ground on my knees.
“Look up at me and open your mouth,” he demands as he jerks off over my face, grabbing the back of my scalp.
He lets out a low-pitched groan that shoots shivers down my spine as he releases ropes of cum all over my face, breasts, and inside my mouth.
My mouth is still wide open, and I look up at him with doe eyes, waiting for permission.
“Swallow. It. All,” he orders me. “And say thank you after.”
Rolling my fingers in it, I lap it up, swirling my tongue in a circle, swallowing the cum down. “Thank you, sir.”
He hauls me up to my feet, my legs feeling wobbly.
Smacking my ass, his voice is laced with sarcasm when he says, “Not too bad.”
Dismissing him, I look for water. I worked up a sweat. “Unquestionably top ten.”
He throws his head back and cackles, completely caught up in the moment.
Staring at me with possessiveness, he states without hesitation, “I love you so much, Marley. I must have done something extraordinary in a past life to meet you and make you all mine.”
My eyes widen, and I respond, “Undeniably.”
Laughing, he gathers me up where our chests meld together, and he turns us in a circle and then steadies me back onto my feet.
Scratching his head, he states, “We should head out; we’re already late for dinner.”
Nodding my head in agreement, we open the truck’s back door and fumble through our duffel bags looking for clothes and socks to wear over there.
Searching for the wipes again, I clean my face off, smiling at how disheveled and satiated we both look.