Page 9 of Truck Up
I stop by the lone chair in the living room and take off my jacket. The cabin is sparse of furniture with just this chair and a two-seater cafe table. I keep telling myself to get a couch, but it seems like too much effort for how little time I spend here. And when I am here, I’m in the bedroom.
Lately, I only come here to meet Amelia. This cabin has become ours. The one place I feel at peace. Even when she’s not here, the memory of her remains and it calms my troubled soul.
Her presence, however, makes my dick as hard as nails.
I adjust myself before taking a deep breath and stepping into the bedroom. I freeze.
Goddammit.
The sight of her makes my chest ache and my blood boil with lust.
She’s standing with her back toward me in nothing but her soft silky thong and matching pink bra. Her long dark hair is pulled over one shoulder, revealing the sensual curves of her back. My gaze follows the line of her spine down to her round, plump ass. The ass that my hand itches to smack.
I stop just inside the bedroom and pull my T-shirt over my head. Then I kick my boots off and strip out of my jeans. She doesn’t move an inch. It’s as if she’s not even breathing. It pleases me immensely.
Today she’s my good girl and letting me take control. It’s exactly what I need.
She doesn’t always submit to me. Sometimes it’s the opposite, and she takes control. I allow it because it makes her happy, but I can’t deny that this version of her is my favorite.
It pushes me to new heights when she submits like this—giving herself completely and freely to my desires and needs. She’d stand there for hours, not moving or speaking until I gave her permission if that’s what it took to please me.
She loves to please me. And in return, I give her the greatest pleasure she’s ever known.
I step up behind her and run my finger down the line of her neck to her shoulder. She tilts her head to the side, revealing more of her neck to me.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper in her ear before I press my lips to her neck. She shivers under my touch.
“Always, sir,” she says with a sigh.
Her words drag a growl from deep in my chest. I slide my hand down her arm and around her belly. Then I slip my fingers beneath her panties. Her thighs clench in anticipation of my touch.
“Open, little lamb.” I demand.
She instantly widens her stance, making it easier for my fingers to find her entrance. I’m not gentle as I slam two fingers inside her wet, warm center.
“Sir!” she cries out at the sudden invasion.
“If you’re my lamb, what am I?” I ask, hoping she’s ready to play.
“My wolf.” Her head falls back against my chest and she whimpers when my thumb finds her clit.
I growl and pull her closer to me so my hard cock presses into her ass while I work her over.
“Good little lamb.” I nibble at her ear before dragging my teeth along her sensitive skin. “How do you want me today, angel? I can’t decide how to take you.”
Rather than answer me, she moans. Her body is so responsive to my touch, making my cock twitch between her ass cheeks. She’s so wet and slick that my fingers glide in and out of her with ease. I pull them out and rub her clit with my drenched fingers, dragging another cry from her luscious lips.
“Answer me.” I demand as I slam my fingers deep inside her.
She sucks in a breath before she turns her face toward me. Her lips brush against my trimmed beard as she whispers, “You’re the wolf. Fuck me like you own me.”
I growl. I love it when she speaks like that. Nothing on this earth would make me happier than to truly own Amelia Koch. But that’s a reality that can never come to fruition.
“Shall I own your ass or your pussy today, little lamb?”
“Oh god,” she moans as I push my fingers deeper inside her. She lifts her leg and rests her foot on the bed, effectively opening herself up even more to me. It makes it easier for me to finger fuck her harder while also teasing her ass.
Amelia may be the local sweetheart and good girl, but in the bedroom, she’s as bad and dirty as they get.