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“Good.”
Trucker filled me roughly from behind and I screamed for him.
“All yours.” I whispered repeatedly.
He pulled back and drove into me again.
I had no thoughts after that.
My body moved on its own, riding back against him, taking him deeper and deeper until another orgasm fired through me.
I rested my forehead to the wall and shamelessly stuck my ass out.
“More, Taji?”
“Always.”
This was the kind of love-making they wrote about. It was the kind that blew my mind and had me wanting him to come for me—repeatedly.
When he finally came, his spunk landed hot against my ass.
I licked my lips while looking over a shoulder to watch the way he trembled. I love knowing I was the cause of him losing himself like that, his pecs dancing under what I’d done to him.
He bathed me again and after I returned the favour, he carried me to the bedroom, dried our bodies and we tumbled onto the bed.
“Are you okay?” He wanted to know. “I lost control here—did I aggravate any wounds or?—”
I pressed a finger to his lips to silence him, then kissed him.
“I’m fine.” I promised. “I might be a little bit sore tomorrow but nothing a little TLC can’t cure.”
“Tender loving care? I can do that.”
“No. Trucker loving care.” I corrected.
Trucker groaned.
I giggled, quite proud of my joke.
“I should spank you for that.” Trucker threatened, reaching down to tweak one of my nipples.
I moaned and rolled over to push at him with my ass.
“Bad girl!” Trucker tapped my ass.
MAYSON “TRUCKER” CALHOUNE
On my early morning run,I fielded calls from a couple of guys from my home station then from Bishop and Lena.
While Bishop just wanted to make sure I was good, Lena stayed on the phone a little longer. I stopped where I usually did, sitting as close to the edge of the cliff as I could and stared down over the town.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lena wanted to know. “I know you weren’t feeling so good before you left.”
I smiled.
“I’m good. Went through a little bit of a hitch.”
“Yeah. I heard your girlfriend was in a car wreck.” Lena spoke. “Uncle Kaos was talking to aunty Zoom about it. He was saying he might have to come down there. You know how he gets.”
