Page 96 of Truck Me
I’m panting while she rolls the condom onto me, and when she positions herself on my cock and slowly slides down until I’ve completely filled her, I don’t even recognize the sounds I make.
My head is spinning as she takes complete control and rides me hard and fast. It’s intense and I’m barely able to hang on until I feel her body tighten around me.
“Please tell me you’re close?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Yes!” she cries out. Then her cry turns into a deep, pleasurable moan as she comes around my cock. Her body stiffens, and I take over, thrusting into her until my own release consumes me.
She collapses onto me, and I wrap my arms tight around her. With my cock still buried deep inside her, I’ve never felt so close to another person before.
Everything inside me is screaming mine, mine, mine.
We may have said we’d take this thing between us one day at a time and with no labels but fuck that.
Charlotte Weber is mine.
Letting her go at this point is not an option. Now I just have to figure out how to tell her my deepest secret without losing her forever.
Because that’s a reality I can’t even contemplate.
* * *
It’s after nine by the time we collapse on the couch. Shortly after I arrived, we took a break to eat dinner, and then got right back to baking cookies. She had two more batches to finish before she could call it quits.
I helped her however I could, but I suspect I was more of a hindrance than anything. She never complained and smiled at me every time our eyes met.
“Give me your feet.” I reach for her legs, shifting her so she’s leaning against the opposite end of the couch with her feet on my lap. “Your feet have to be killing you after wearing these shoes all night.”
“Not really.” She sighs as I slip her shoes off and start massaging one of her feet. “I’m used to them, but I will not turn down a foot rub.”
I press my thumb along the sole of her foot, and she lets out a low moan. I do it again and again just so I can hear those sounds come from her.
“That feels so good,” she whispers. Her head is leaning back on the armrest and one of her arms is slung over her eyes. She looks exhausted, and all I can think about is taking her upstairs and fucking her again.
I settle for rubbing her feet.
I lift one of her feet and kiss the top of it before I continue my massage. “I should put you to bed. You wore yourself out today.”
“Can’t. Still have more to do.” She moans as my thumbs dig into the ball of her foot.
I frown. “What do you mean, you have more to do? I helped you clean up.”
She points toward the coffee table at a box that has several stacks of small, shiny clear bags and stickers. “I need to put all the cookies in one of those.”
I lean forward and pick up the box. “There are hundreds of cookies. This is going to take us all night.”
She chuckles. “I know. But it will look so nice and help keep the cookies fresh.”
I lift a sheet of stickers so I can read what it says. Made with Love. There’s a heart beneath the words with a crown positioned over the top. I glance over at her to find her smiling.
“How fitting.” I pat her feet before I move them aside so I can stand. “Stay put.”
She doesn’t argue with me. Instead, she turns her head to the side like she’s ready to take a nap. I kiss her forehead, causing her to sigh, before I head into the kitchen. I wash my hands and then grab several containers of cookies.
When I return, she starts to sit up, but I raise my hand to stop her. “You stay. Rest for a bit. I’ll get this started. Just tell me what to do.”
She gives me an apprehensive look but lays back on the couch. “Fine. I’m too tired to argue with you.”
I lean down and press a light kiss to her lips. “Good girl.”