Page 66 of Truck Me
Then she walks past me—her hips swaying side-to-side and her heels clanking on my hardwood floors—and heads for the stairs to my room, leaving me speechless.
Once she’s out of sight, she calls down. “I’ll think about it, big guy. Just don’t leave me waiting for long.”
I drop my head back and scrub my hands down my face, swallowing another growl. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Leave the damn shoes on,” I yell as I head down the narrow hallway toward the back door. As soon as it’s open, Bullet darts out into the darkness. I follow her, shutting the door behind me. I wait on the porch for her to do her business. It’s cold enough that she doesn’t take too long.
She leads the way back inside and immediately heads toward the stairs. “No girl. Down here.”
She stops, drops her head like she’s in trouble, then heads to her bed in the corner. I kneel next to her and give her a pat. “You’re not in trouble. I just need some time alone with my girl upstairs. Okay?”
She nuzzles into my touch before she curls into a ball and closes her eyes. Satisfied that she’s okay, I head upstairs.
When I reach the landing, I stop.
“You’re not naked.” The words come out rough and gravelly. No doubt she can hear my displeasure in the tone.
She turns to face me in nothing but her bra, panties, high-heeled shoes, and a huge smile. That smile has my nostrils flaring. My eyes rake down her body, and my dick thickens. It’s a matching white lace and satin set that leaves nothing to the imagination. The material covering her breasts is mostly see-through. At least she left the shoes on.
“You didn’t give me much time.” Her voice is almost sickly sweet in her response, and I can’t believe how much I love it.
I kick my boots off and pull my sweater and undershirt over my head and toss it to the side before I charge toward her. She doesn’t flinch. I love that even more.
I wrap my hand around her neck, gripping it tight. “Don’t care. I’m still going to spank you.”
She sucks in a breath right before my mouth claims hers. While I’m plundering her mouth like I’m digging for treasure, she reaches for my jeans and has them undone and pushed down my hips in a matter of seconds. When her hand wraps around my erection, I break the kiss and gasp.
She pushes up on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear. “Shall I get on my knees again?”
“No.” I growl.
I flick the clasp of her bra to unhook it and pull the straps down her shoulders. I step back from her and stare at her full breasts. My mouth waters in anticipation of sucking on them.
“Take your panties off.” I order. “Then get on your hands and knees.”
She doesn’t hesitate to comply, but she takes slow, controlled movements to make it happen. She’s teasing me, and for that, I’ll spank her even harder.
Once her panties are off, she turns just as slowly and takes her sweet ass time crawling onto my bed. When she’s in position, she shakes her ass, taunting me.
Crack! The sound of my hand slapping her ass fills the silence. She cries out and then moans in pleasure.
I do it two more times before I speak. “Do you enjoy making me spank you, Princess?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Is that tight cunt of yours wet for me?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
Crack! I lean over her, rubbing the red marks on her ass before I give it a hard squeeze. “I thought I told you only to call me Garret when you’re in my bed.”
“Garret!” she cries. “I want to feel you.”
“Be specific, Princess.” Before she can answer me, I slip my hand between her legs and tease her entrance with my fingers. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Your cock. I want your cock,” she says in a rush. “Please.”
I slide two fingers inside her, slowly spreading her open. Then I lightly bite her shoulder before kissing the same spot.