Page 106 of Secret Mission

“Finally,” he says on a broken exhale.

I know.

This game we’ve been playing…not really a game at all, but the waiting has made it even better—strengthened the need until I’m more aroused than ever.

“Touch me,” I plead. Because as much as I love those twilight eyes on me, I need his hands.

I’m about to come out of my skin, panting in short little gasps as he stares down at my naked body. I’ve never wanted a man’s touch so badly it hurts.

Never taking his eyes from me, he reaches into his briefs and frees the entire enormous length of his cock.

“I could break down a door with this thing right now.”

He’s gonna break something, and I’m dying for that delicious pleasure pain he can give me.

All I can think about is finding out what kind of beautiful damage he can do to me.

“Break me, Truck. I need it so bad.”

Swift as lightning, a look so hot it singes the air comes over him.

“I know, sweet girl. You need me to take control tonight so you can let go of everything.”

A dawning awareness cracks a seam down the center of me.

Is that what this is about? Is that why my need for him is borderline crazy, almost illogical?

His thumb brushes my jaw. “Look at me, beautiful.”

My breathing is rough, but my head is caught up with this new revelation.

“You okay?”

“I… I just realized?—”

He leans down, lowering himself onto his elbows. Kisses me before I can finish what I was going to say. It’s a beautiful kiss. Single minded, building until it demands my surrender.

I fall hard.

He breaks away, kissing my jaw, my neck, slowly brushing his.

“I’ve got you. Let me have all of you tonight. Forget everything.” Burying his nose above my ear, his words tease my neck. “Just feel. I’ll push your boundaries and take you away.”

A hot flood of tears tightens my throat.

I do need this. “I just want to forget it all…”

This seems to please him, his body settling heavier onto me. “I’ve got you sweetheart.”

Truck’s incredibly large hand is sliding down my side, stealing thoughts with every knead and stroke. When he cups my left butt cheek in his hand, I can’t fight my moan.

I have no idea what to expect.

But he’s taking his time, driving me crazy with uncertainty and anticipation.

“Mmm. This sweet ass has been driving me crazy.”

My skin is already pulsing, and he hasn’t even done anything but caress. When he strokes me there again, this time with morepossession in his touch, sliding a callused palm over my tingly skin, I whimper, “Yessss.”

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