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But he just groans, fucking me harder. My breasts bounce back and
forth, and I gasp at the pleasure of him filling me. I pull him deeper with
every thrust, rolling my hips to fuck him back.
“Masen,” I beg, licking and biting his neck and feeling myself coming
again. “It feels so good.”
He slides a hand under my ass and nestles in deeper, grunting as he
fucks me rougher. I hear a noise underneath us, from the truck, and I cast a
worried glance around. “Go slow!” I plead. “The truck…”
But he growls and comes down, kissing and biting my lips. I slide my
hands down, gripping his ass and keeping him close, and he thrusts his dick
inside me again and again.
“Yes, yes,” I moan over and over, feeling another orgasm crest as I taunt
him with quick, little kisses.
“Masen, is the minute over yet?”
“Almost, baby.” I hear the humor in his voice.
His cock nudges me deep inside, and I cry out, breaking loose and
coming as my pussy clenches around him, holding him too tight.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, putting a hand over my mouth and thrusting
inside of me faster.
He pushes in one more time and stops, his body shuddering under my
hands, heavy breaths and groans fanning my ear.
I run a hand up his back, feeling his sweat as I close my eyes. My head
is in a fog, and the inside of the truck is spinning.
The orgasm seeps down every limb, and I feel tired and happy and sad.
I don’t want it to be over.
But holy shit. We shouldn’t have done that here.
He relaxes on top of me, his hand still holding the door and his head
bent to my shoulder. I stay there, still and quiet.