Page 126 of Truck Hard

“Christ, Hannah.” The sight of my cock disappearing between her perfect lips while she looks up at me with those big blue eyes is almost too much. “You feel so fucking good.”

She hums in response, the vibrations making my hips jerk. One of her hands cups my balls while the other strokes what she can’t fit in her mouth. The dual sensation has my thighs trembling as I fight to hold back my release.

When she hollows her cheeks and takes me even deeper, I know I’m done for. “Sweetheart, stop. I’m gonna cum.”

She pulls back just enough to speak, her breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “That’s kind of the point.”

“No.” I gently tug her hair, making her look at me. “Want to cum inside you. Want to feel you.”

Understanding dawns in her eyes, followed by a flash of heat that makes my cock twitch. I help her to her feet, immediatelyclaiming her mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of myself on her tongue is erotic as hell.

My hands find the hem of her shirt—my shirt—dragging it up and over her head. The sight of her bare breasts makes my mouth water. When did she stop wearing a bra? I waste no time bending to capture one peaked nipple between my lips, delighting in her sharp gasp.

“Liam, please.” Her hands clutch my shoulders as I lavish attention on first one breast then the other.

I walk her backward until her knees hit the couch, then ease her down onto the cushions. She lifts her hips so I can tug off her paint-stained jeans, leaving her completely bare before me. The sight of her spread out on the couch, skin flushed and eyes dark with desire, steals my breath.

Kneeling between her thighs, I can’t resist running my fingers through her slick folds. She’s so wet already, her body eagerly accepting my finger as I push inside. The way she arches into my touch, seeking more, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I reach into my back pocket with my free hand, tossing her a condom. “Put it on me while I make you feel good.”

Her hands shake slightly as she tears open the foil packet, but before she can roll it on, she hesitates.

I still my movements immediately, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She bites her lip, looking almost shy. “I’m on birth control. We don’t… we don’t need it.”

My brain short-circuits at her words. The thought of being inside her with nothing between us, of feeling every inch of her wrapped around me, makes my cock throb painfully.

“You sure?” I have to ask, even though it kills me. “You really want that?”

“Yes.” She tosses the condom aside, reaching for me. “Want to feel all of you.”

Fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me.

I withdraw my fingers from her heat, using her own wetness to slick my length before positioning myself at her entrance. Our eyes lock as I slowly push inside, both of us groaning at the sensation. The feel of her bare pussy gripping me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I have to stop once I’m fully seated, overwhelmed by how perfect she feels. “You feel incredible.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me even deeper. “Move. Please.”

I withdraw slowly, watching where our bodies join as I sink back in. The sight of my bare cock disappearing into her perfect pussy nearly makes me cum on the spot. When I lift my gaze to her face, the love and trust shining in her eyes steals my breath.

This isn’t just sex. This is a connection I’ve never felt with anyone else. This is where I belong—where I was always meant to be. This is coming home.

I maintain a maddeningly slow pace, savoring every inch of her. She writhes beneath me, nails digging into my shoulders as she begs for more. But I want to draw this out. I want to memorize every sound, every expression, every flutter of her pussy around me.

“Liam, please.” She rolls her hips, trying to force me to move faster. “Need more. Harder.”

Instead of giving in to her demands, I withdraw completely. Before she can protest, I drop to my knees on the floor, hooking her legs over my shoulders.

“Going to make you cum on my tongue first.” I tell her, my voice rough with desire. “Then I’m going to fuck you properly.”

She starts to say something, but it turns into a cry of pleasure as I lick a long stripe through her folds. She tastes like heaven—sweet and tangy and addictive. I alternate between broad strokesof my tongue and focused attention on her clit, drinking in her gasps and moans.

When I feel her thighs start to tremble, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her scream my name. The combination of my fingers and tongue quickly pushes her over the edge, her back arching as she comes with my name on her lips.

Before she can fully come down, I surge up and slam back into her. Her oversensitive pussy clenches around me as I finally give her what she wants—hard, deep strokes that have the couch creaking beneath us.

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