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“Just for a minute, okay?” I plead, reaching back up and caressing his
chest. “And then we have to stop.”
A smile curls a corner of his mouth as he lifts my knee, his thick cock
pressing between my legs.
“Just for a minute,” he promises. “And then I’ll stop.”
Thrusting his hips slow and steady, he reaches down and works his cock
inside me. I groan, feeling myself stretch as he sinks into me, going deeper
and deeper and burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, his face twisted in pain as he stills. “Ryen…”
He breathes hard, lowering his body, my nipples brushing his chest. I
shudder, savoring the feeling of his tip rubbing my spot, and without
thinking, I bend my knees up more and spread my legs wider.
Just for a minute.
He kisses me, and I barely have time to adjust to him before he pulls out
and thrusts back in, stretching me so good.
“Oh, God.” The sounds of the movie play in the distance, and I hear the
muffled voices of people not far off.
But all I see is him. His lips hovering over mine, his breath warming my
skin, his fucking that’s getting harder and faster as he thrusts between my
thighs.
I look up, seeing his hand still gripping the door, the muscles in his arms
bulging and tight.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
I drop my eyes back down as I lick his piercing and hear him growl
under his breath.
The truck creaks with our movement, and I whimper, digging my
fingers into his hips as he moves in and out of me. “The truck will rock,” I
say, worried. “We have to stop.”