Page 91 of This Broken Heart

He catches me easily, wasting no time before sliding my sleeves down my shoulders.

I feel so exposed here, in the middle of a field. Anybody could come along.

And yet, we’re completely alone. Just Josh and me and the stars.

He’s tugging off his jeans and I’m slipping out of my jumpsuit.

I barely pull the tangled fabric from my ankles, and then he’s sweeping me up.

60.

Josh

Sex in the truck is risky.

Kind of public.

And therefore, incredibly hot.

But, also, somewhat limiting.

I want to spread her out and kiss every inch of her skin. But even Erin, all five foot nothing of her, couldn’t fully stretch out in the back of the truck, let alone a big fuck like me.

We somehow make it work. I settle back on my haunches, dragging her between my thighs. She feels so soft and warm; I want to press her right into my skin. My cock strains against my boxers, aggressively pushing against her soft belly. Her hand slips between us, stroking me through the soft fabric. I kiss her deeply, letting my tongue delve into her mouth, explore everything there.

But her hand is teasing my cock, and it’s going to get me in trouble before we even get started. I slip my hand into her panties, following the curve of her body. My finger slides inside, feeling how wet she is.

Spinning her around, I guide her onto her hands and knees. My cock is throbbing with need, but I have to take a second to just admire the sight before me. Moonlight glows across her skin, highlighting the soft curves of her body. My hands curve over her ass, dragging up that svelte body past her hips, her ribs, to circle around and cup her magnificent tits.

She presses her hips back into mine, forcing my cock against her ass.

Impatient, then.

With a little grin, I push my shorts down and grip myself, running my tip along her center a few times. When my cock is wet and slick, I put the tip at her entrance and slowly, so fucking slowly, slide inside.

She moans, tossing her head back. The sound of her voice does something to me and my hips twitch forward, burying a few more inches inside. She yelps, rolling her hips against mine.

I pause. “Doing okay?”

She laughs. “I might faint.”

Concern lances through me.

Bracing her hands against the door, she pushes back, dragging her pussy down the last few inches of my shaft. Her voice is breathless, desperate. “That’s your goal, Josh. Fuck me until I pass out.”

“You’ve got such a filthy mouth.”

“You like it.”

I pull back and thrust in again, earning another moan. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

She braces her hands on the passenger seat, the door, and I wrap one arm around her waist, anchoring myself against the console with the other. And then I fuck her.

Hard.

The way I want to.

I’m not holding back and she’s crying out for more. It’s electrifying. I’m maxing her out with my size and she feels so fucking good on my shaft. Like her body was made for me.