Page 42 of Truck Me

My release is so powerful, it almost hurts. Almost.

When he finally lets go of me, my body sags. I’m both grateful for the reprieve and miss his touch at the same time.

He grabs the condoms as he pushes to his feet. I watch with rapt attention as he rips open the wrapper and slowly rolls it over his impressive cock. I just had that thing in my mouth a few minutes ago, so I know he’s big, but damn. He looks like he really could tear me to shreds.

He fists his sheathed cock and gives it a tug. “You ready for this?”

I nod.

“Good girl.” He crawls over me, looping his arms under my shoulders and dragging me up onto the bed. “Let’s see how you like my cock spreading that tight little cunt wide open.”

Then he slams into me in one hard thrust, filling me completely. I cry out at the invasion and the slight tinge of pain as my body stretches to accommodate him.

Then he moves, and Oh. My. God.

So deep.

So full.

And so wonderfully good.

He hits that spot deep inside me like no man ever has before. Garret Mutter’s dick is magical.

“Oh God.” I can barely speak, let alone breathe with how good he feels as he slowly pumps inside me. I expected fast and hard, but he’s giving me slow and methodical.

It’s otherworldly.

“I only want to hear my name on your lips while I’m fucking you.” He growls against my neck, and I shudder. “Is that clear?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Let me hear it.” He demands as he lifts one of my legs up against his shoulder and thrusts deeper.

It feels so good that all words and thoughts are stolen from me. All I can do is feel.

He does it again and again until my body is on the edge, ready to tip over. But he doesn’t let me. Just when I think I’m going to come again, he backs off.

“My name, Princess.” The guttural tone of his words has me panting.

“Garret,” I say in a whisper.

“Louder!” He pulls out of me with nothing but his tip inside me.

“Garret, please!” I cry. I’m so close and yet feel miles away from another release. The way he’s denying me a second release is worse than when he wouldn’t stop licking and sucking me after my first.

He slams into me one more time, causing me to cry out his name again. Then he pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach as if I’m a rag doll.

He lifts my hips to meet his, lines his cock up with my entrance and fucks me from behind. It’s fast and hard, and exactly what I expected from Garret.

“Oh, fuck, Princess. You’re such a good girl. You take me so well.” He grunts with every slam against my ass. From this angle, he hits me deeper than I ever thought possible. “This is too good. You need to come again. Now!”

“So close.” I moan, and struggle to push back to meet his thrusts. With my hands tied, I can’t grab onto anything.

Then he does something with his hips that causes his cock to stroke my insides just right, and my release detonates.

“Garret!” I cry out his name so loudly it wouldn’t surprise me if they heard it back in Chicago.

Garret’s thrusts become more erratic, and his own cries follow mine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”