Page 10 of Truck Up

“Which will it be?” The question comes out rough and grumbly.

She wraps an arm around my neck, pulling my lips to her shoulder while she grinds her ass into my erection. I breathe in her sweet floral scent. Being surrounded by flowers all day at work always makes her smell divine and innocent. It turns me on even more knowing that there’s nothing innocent about her when she’s in this room with me.

“I want your cock in my pussy, and your finger in my ass,” she says through a deep moan.

“Yes, ma’am.” I fist my freehand in her hair and lift her face so I can kiss her. Then I slowly walk her closer to the bed. “On all fours. I’m going to defile that pussy today.”

She doesn’t hesitate to comply. Once she’s settled, I pull her panties down and off her body. Lifting them to my nose, I breathe in her scent before I toss them aside. She smells so good. She smells like mine.

I dig my fingers into her hips and pull her ass back so my cock lines up with her entrance. She’s already soaked, so I slide right in without any resistance.

Normally, I take her hard and fast because that’s what she loves. But not today. I slide in slow and easy, dragging out her pleasure. I revel in how her body squeezes around my cock—sucking me deeper inside her—as I fill her completely.

She lets out a soft mewl as her hands grip the sheet. Her back arches as she pushes into me. It’s her way of using her body to ask for more, but I’m not ready to give it to her just yet.

I pull out slowly, leaving just my tip inside her. I coat my finger in her wetness and then swirl it around her clit. She cries out and her body jerks at my slow yet deliberate teasing. She’s already so close to coming. It won’t take much to push her over the edge.

“More.” She begs.

“More what?” I command.

She lets out a low moan as I tease her ass with my finger. “Please, sir. Give me more.”

I slam inside her at the same time I push my finger into her little puckered hole. Her cries fill the room, and it’s music to my ears. I live for the sounds of pleasure that come from her lips when I’m buried inside her. It’s like no other melody I’ve ever heard.

She pulses around my cock, clouding my mind and soothing my damaged soul. She feels so fucking good. Her body is so in tune to me and my touch. I could stay like this forever and never leave the warmth of her pussy.

When she feels this damn good, it’s easy for me to forget my intentions to take her slow. I want to drag out this bliss, but my control slips. I abandon my plans and fuck her so hard we’re both coming in a matter of minutes.

She collapses on the bed, and I fall down onto her, cradling her in my arms. Holding her like this is another feeling I wish I could keep forever. But that’s nothing more than a dream and it will end sooner than either of us would like. Our families—hell, our community—will never accept us as a couple.

But right now she’s mine to hold, to fuck, and to take care of. I’ll revel in this moment for as long as I have it.

“Stay put, angel.” I lightly slap her ass before I crawl out of the bed and head to the bathroom. After washing my hands, I grab a washcloth and towel so I can clean her up.

Before I head back to the bed, I stare at myself in the mirror. For the life of me, I don’t know what Amelia sees in me. I hate the man looking back at me. He’s a recovering addict—weak and pathetic. He’s no good for anyone, not even himself. And he’s especially no good for the beautiful angel waiting for him in his bedroom.

I don’t deserve a woman like her. She’s kind, good, and happy. I’m none of those things.

Time and time again, I’ve told myself to end things with Amelia—to set her free of my grasp before she gets trapped in the chains that weigh me down.

But I can’t ever say the words. She brings a calm to my soul that I’ve never known before. No matter how wrong this is, I can’t let her go.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let her go and still survive in this world.

We’re in this too deep. We’ve gone too far to go back to being the rivals and enemies we’re supposed to be.

But the feud between our families is too deeply rooted in our lives and our community.

No matter how much I want to keep her, she can never fully be mine.

Chapter 3

Oh shit …

Amelia

Ifeel like the living dead—assuming the living dead feel like their insides are fighting to break free from their skin.