Page 77 of Truck Up

“Tell me.” He demands. I can hear the need in his voice. I know what he wants and tonight I plan on giving it to him.

“Dual penetration.” My heart rate increases at the thought of him using this on me while fucking me. It’s been a fantasy of mine and I’m finally ready to let him do it.

“Just to be clear, this is fucking your pussy.” He holds up the vibrator. “And I’m fucking your ass.”

“Yes, sir.” My legs tremble at the sound of his voice. He’s so commanding and yet needy. He wants this just as much as I do.

“Stay,” he says before he tosses the vibrator back on the bed and disappears from my peripheral vision.

I close my eyes and wait for him. He won’t leave me waiting long.

A crinkling sound fills my ears, followed by the pop of the cork from the bottle of champagne. I didn’t think he’d drink it. He’s a beer and whiskey man. But I’m glad he’s not letting it go to waste.

Silence surrounds me and anticipation builds. He’s not making a sound and as far as I can tell, he’s still across the room. I strain to listen, but I hear nothing outside the beating of my own heart.

“Take off your dress.” His voice is low and husky when he finally speaks. “Slowly.”

I swallow back a moan and do my best to remain silent because I know that’s what he wants. It’s part of the fantasy for him. I lift a hand and slide the dress down one arm and then the other. Once my arms are free, it easily slips past my hips and falls in a puddle around my feet.

“So fucking pretty,” he says. “Leave the heels on and get on your back. Legs spread wide.”

The commanding tone of his voice has the ache between my legs throbbing. I move slowly. First resting my hands on the mattress and crawling to the center of the bed. Once I’m centered on all fours, I wiggle my ass in the air. A growl resonates from the corner of the room where he’s standing.

Slowly, I turn to my side and flip over until I’m resting on my hands. Then I spread my legs wide, just like he asked of me.

His eyes linger on my face for a moment before they shift to my pussy. Even from here, I can see how they darken with desire.

“I said on your back.” He orders.

I try not to smile as I lean back. As soon as my back hits the bed, I hear his footsteps. He rounds the bed and unbuckles his belts. “Hands over your head.”

I do as he says. He rips his belt free from his pants and loops them around my wrists. With a hard tug, my hands are bound tightly above my head. He leans down and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gathers my hair in his hands and pulls it up, so it too is above my head.

“My angelic offering,” he growls. “So ready to be fucked.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He walks around the bed and stares at me for a moment before he grabs my hips and pulls me forward. He adjusts me so my ass is right at the edge and my feet are pushed more to the side. This position forces my legs further apart.

I feel more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt. Every inch of my body is on display.

“That’s better,” he says. Then he picks up the bottle of champagne from the side table next to the bed.

Leaning forward, he drizzles it over my chest, covering both nipples in the cold, bubbly. I gasp at the sensation. But my gasps quickly turn into moans when he puts his mouth on me and sucks and bites at my hardened nipples. He gives each one equal attention as he thoroughly licks up all the champagne.

He stands back up and sets the bottle down. “Fuck, baby. You’re so good.”

I meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes only further increases my desire for him. “Do with me what you want.”

“Oh, I will.” His voice sounds threatening, but in the best way possible. It doesn’t scare me but rather it turns me on. It’s hard to explain how he sometimes sounds. To others, it might sound like he’s ready to hurt me. But to me? I know the best pleasure I’ve ever experienced is about to come.

He quickly strips out of his clothes and stands before me, completely naked. His cock is hard and bobs against his stomach. If my hands were free, I’d squeeze him before wrapping my lips around him and sucking him deep into my mouth. He loves it when I give him head, but he rarely lets me. He’s more concerned about my pleasure than his own.

He grabs the champagne bottle again before dropping to his knees. My stomach instantly tightens in anticipation of what he’s about to do to me.

He takes a swig from the bottle and then closes his mouth over my pussy. It’s a mixed sensation of warmth and cold as he swishes the champagne around my clit with his tongue. But it’s what he does next that makes me squirm.

He licks down my center and pushes his tongue deep inside me. Then he tips the bottle up and pours it between my legs. It runs over my clit and into his mouth.

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