Page 67 of Truck Me
“Nah, I think I’m going to make you wait for that.” She whimpers at my words. “I need to taste you. Feel you come on my tongue.”
Pushing to my feet, I pull my pants, boxers, and socks off before I grab the condoms from the drawer next to my bed. Like the good girl that she is, she doesn’t move. She’s panting and trembling all over, but she remains exactly how I told her to.
I give my cock a hard tug before I drop to my knees next to the bed. I don’t give her any warning. I grab her hips and pull her back until her sweet center is right in my face. I lick her from her clit to her opening, and then I shove my tongue inside her.
I groan at how sweet she tastes, and she gasps at the roughness of my tongue stroking her and my beard scratching the soft skin of her inner thighs. I do it again and again, rotating between fucking her with my tongue and sucking on her clit. When her climax detonates, I spank her ass again and again and until she’s writhing uncontrollably and collapses on my bed from pleasure.
Grabbing the condoms, I quickly sheath my cock before I flip her over to her back. She’s breathing heavily and her eyes are closed. I’m not sure she’s coherent enough to even notice that I’m spreading her legs wide and settling between them. My cock presses against her entrance, but I wait.
“Princess,” I say as a demand. Her eyes fly open and meet mine. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
I slam inside her in one fast thrust, causing us both to cry out. Nothing about how I fuck her is easy. It’s hard and fast and rough and the best fucking sex of my life. No one has ever felt as good as her.
Her body is still reeling from her first release, and it doesn’t take long to build her up for a second. “That’s it, Princess. Come on my cock. I need to feel you squeezing me, sucking me dry.”
She lets out a soft whimper as if she can barely handle the pleasure that rips through her body. Her head falls back, and her mouth opens wide like she’s trying to cry, but no sounds come out. It’s the sexiest look I’ve ever seen.
She clamps around me, and I come harder than I think I ever have. I continue to slam inside her until all my strength is zapped out of me and I collapse on top of her. We stay like that for several beats. Then she wraps her arms and legs around me and holds me close like she’s afraid I’m going to leave.
I’m not. But I am afraid I’m crushing her, so I press up on my elbows and gently kiss her. I start to pull away, but she leans into my lips, kissing me back. It’s soft and sensual and makes me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling.
Like how much I really want to keep her.
I pull back and stare down at her. She meets my gaze and smiles. It’s sweet and caring and makes my heart constrict. Then she runs her fingers through my hair, her nails scraping along my scalp, and I’m done for.
“Stay,” I say before I can talk myself out of it. “Don’t move an inch. I’ll be right back.”
I slowly pull out of her and immediately miss the warmth of her body around my cock. With one more kiss to her lips, I push to my feet and rush downstairs to the bathroom. I discard the condom, clean up, wet a washcloth, and grab a clean towel before rushing back upstairs.
Charlotte is exactly as I left her.
“Good girl,” I say as I crawl over her body. She gives me a sated smile that has my dick waking back up.
Nudging her legs open with my knee, I clean her up with the washcloth before drying her. Once she’s clean, I roll onto my side and pull her close so she’s facing me. She curls into me like she’s made to fit there.
“I should go before I fall asleep,” she mumbles through a yawn.
“I said stay.”
Her eyes fly open and meet mine. There’s apprehension there at first, but then it fades into something resembling hope. Then she rests her hand on my chest and nuzzles her face into my neck.
This is probably a terrible idea, but I don’t care. I want Charlotte. I want her here. And for tonight, I’m going to let myself believe she’s mine.
I’ll worry about the consequences tomorrow.
Chapter 15
It’s just breakfast.
Charlotte
The room is hot, and there’s a heavy weight pressing down on me. My eyes slowly open to a dark, unfamiliar room and a big body curled up around me like a blanket.
I blink a few times to clear the confusion fogging my brain. When my vision finally comes into focus, I look up to see Garret’s neck. His chin is resting on the top of my head. My head is on one of his arms while his other is around my midsection. His hand is gripping my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he loosens his hold. One of his legs is tossed over mine and looped around my calf.
Who would have thought Garret Mutter likes to snuggle? Not me. That’s for damn sure.
He’s grumpy and unhappy and acts like he’d prefer to be alone rather than have someone close like this. But the way he’s holding me says the exact opposite.