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My chest rises and falls, the incredible feeling wracking through my
body, up to my head and down to my feet.
Masen lowers his hand, palming my breast before letting go. He rises up
and leans over me, putting a hand on the door behind me to hold himself up
as he unbuttons his jeans. My heart picks up pace again.
His hard eyes stare down at me, filled with lust. “Take off the thong, or
I’m ripping it off.”
I glance up nervously, afraid of getting caught. What if the truck rocks?
He reaches into the pocket on the back of the front seat and pulls out a
condom, tearing it open with his teeth. He has condoms back here?
I narrow my eyes, glaring up at him.
He meets my stare and just laughs. “Don’t worry. You’re the only girl
I’ve had back here.”
Then why do you keep condoms in the backseat of your truck? Just in
case?
He reaches into his jeans and pulls out his cock, hard and ready, and I
lose my breath, watching as he rolls the condom on.
I put my hands on his chest, not sure if it’s because I want to touch him
or because I’m scared. I’ve only done this once, and it was two years ago. It
was a mistake.
But it feels like the first time again, and I’m nervous.
He stops, looking at me. “Take it off,” he whispers. There’s pleading in
his eyes.
I lick my lips, breathing hard and my pulse racing.
I reach down slowly, a nervous shake to my body as I slide my panties
off and let them drop to the floor. I want him. There’s no harm in letting
him feel me for just a little bit, right? I’ll make him stop and take me
somewhere else soon.