Page 140 of Truck Up
We drove to the mountains in West Virginia, rented a small cabin, and eloped just weeks before our little angel was born. My parents were pissed. Mainly because I’m their only daughter. I get it. Dad wanted to walk me down the aisle.
But weddings are for the guests, not the bride and groom. This new life is about Christian and me. It’s important that we start it off for us—do what makes us happy—and no one else.
He stirs, his eyes flutter open. “Morning,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl.
I smile, leaning in to kiss him, a slow, lingering kiss that ignites a spark within me.
“Good morning,” I say as I roll over, pushing him over onto his back. I climb onto him and straddle his lap.
He lets out a visceral moan that vibrates through my entire body. “What time is it?”
“Early.” I giggle. “I want some before Chrissy wakes up.”
“Mmmm.” He squeezes my ass and presses me into his hardening cock. “That sounds so good.”
Having any intimate time together has been challenging since the baby was born. She takes up all our waking moments, and when she’s sleeping, we sleep too.
“It does, doesn’t it?” I reach between us and slip my hand under his boxers. His erection grows when I wrap my hand around it.
“Fuck, baby.” He moans. “Hurry up and stick me in.”
His crude bluntness makes me laugh. “So romantic.” I tease.
“Do you romance or a good fuck?”
“Promise me romance later, and I’ll take the fuck.” I lift off him and tug his boxers down enough that I can easily take him inside me. As much as I’d love to take our time and enjoy each other’s bodies, we’re probably lucky if we get ten minutes before Chrissy wakes up.
“Anything you want, angel.” He grabs his cock and strokes it a few times while I sit up on my knees. With his other hand, he reaches between us and cups my pussy.
“No panties.” He lifts a brow as he runs a finger between my legs and into my opening. “And you’re wet.”
“I told you,” I say with a moan. “I want some.”
“Then take it, baby.” He squeezes his cock once more and then holds it up so I can align it with my entrance. Then I slowly sink down onto him. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
My head falls back, and I revel in how good he feels. Ever since Chrissy was born, I’ve been more sensitive and hornier. Maybe it’s because we don’t get to have sex as often, but I always come so quickly.
He fists his hands into my hips and lifts me up, stopping just before his tip leaves me.
“Ride me.” He commands.
I slam down onto him, crying out as he completely fills me. Moving fast, I rise and fall on him over and over, pushing myself closer to the edge. He thrusts up every time I slam down, increasing the intensity.
He reaches up and lifts my nightgown, slipping it over my head. Then he pushes up onto his hands and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
“So sweet and warm,” he says as he licks the drop of breast milk off. “Makes me want to suck them dry.”
“That’s not for you, sir.” I moan as he sucks again. This time harder than the first. I miss his mouth on me like this, but for the foreseeable future, these belong to our baby girl.
“It’s so hard to resist.”
He does the same to my other breast, giving them equal attention before he stops.
I wrap my arms around him, hold his face close to my chest, and I continue to ride him. “I’m close,” I say, my breath getting short.
“I know. I feel you tightening around me.” His hands dig into my ass, holding me closer to him as he takes control and thrusts into me. This creates friction between his skin and my clit, and my orgasm builds.
“So close.” My head falls back on a moan.