Page 78 of Truck Up
“Oh, my god.” I cry.
He does it again. This time licking up and sucking on my clit after he swallows. With each pour, I get closer and closer to another release. He licks and sucks and drinks champagne from my pussy until my release explodes from me. Then he fucks me with his tongue until I’m begging him to stop.
But he doesn’t give me more than a few seconds of relief before he comes at me again. This time with the vibrator that I brought. He pushes it deep inside me before he turns it on. When it comes to life, I moan so loudly the entire floor probably hears.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” He asks. “I know you don’t want me to stop. ’Cause I’m not done with you, little lamb.”
He pushes to his feet and grabs the bottle of lube that I brought. Then he squeezes a drop on his finger. “I still have one more hole to fuck. And you’re going to come again when I do.”
“Oh god!” I moan when his finger presses against the puckered hole of my ass. He spreads the lube around before he pushes it in, slow and easy. The pressure of his finger in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy is intense. My entire body tingles with a sensation I’ve never experienced before.
He moves his finger in and out several times, adding more lube as necessary until my ass has taken his entire finger. Once I’ve adjusted to his finger, he gently pushes a second one in.
A faint whimper escapes me.
“Is that okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Keep going.”
He doesn’t stop until he’s easily gotten two fingers deep inside me. “I think you’re ready for my cock.”
“Yes!”
He pumps his fingers in me a few more times before he slowly pulls them out. Grabbing the wipes I also had in the bag, he cleans his fingers before he coats his cock with the lube.
With one hand holding the vibrator in place, he lines his cock up with my rear hole. He’s thicker than two fingers, and I gasp as he pushes into me. My ass tightens in response and refuses to let him in.
“Breathe, baby. We’ve done this before.”
I nod and squeeze my eyes closed. This only hurts for a brief second, and once his tip is fully inside me, the pain turns to pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, I relax and he slides further inside me. “That’s it. Take me, little lamb.”
He pulls out and pushes deeper until he’s completely buried inside me. I thought I felt full with his fingers and the vibrator. That’s nothing compared to how this feels.
“Holy fuck!” He cries out.
At first, he moves slowly, giving me time to get used to him. But that doesn’t last long. He increases the speed of the thrusts on the vibrator and presses it deeper inside my pussy. That alone is almost enough to push me over the edge yet again.
When his thrusts turn savage, I’m done. I don’t even recognize the sounds that come from my lips. With each cry, he fucks me harder and harder until his cries match mine.
He fucks me with a brutality unlike anything before. It’s raw and real and everything I love about this man.
When he comes, he comes hard. He slams as far inside me as he can, holding the vibrator in place with his body. My orgasmis never ending. I’m not sure if it’s one long orgasm or several spiraling into the next, over and over again, until I can hardly breathe.
By the time he catches his breath and pulls out of me, my body is completely spent. I fall limp, unable to hold my legs up a second longer.
He spreads my legs apart and pulls the vibrator out and tosses it on the floor. Then he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
“Wait here,” he says before he climbs off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. A moment later, I hear the water running for a bath. When he returns, he carefully picks me up and cradles me in his arms. I don’t have the energy to even wrap my arms around him. I fall against his chest. “I’ve got you, angel.”
He carefully sets me into the hot water and slides in behind me. Once he’s situated, he pulls me against his chest and grabs a washcloth. He meticulously cleans every inch of my body, taking great care to be gentle.
Every swipe of his hand and touch of his fingers expresses his feelings for me. The way he’s taking care of me after the intense round of sex we just had fills me with a level of emotions that causes tears to well up in my eyes.
I fight it though.