Page 108 of Secret Mission

Rocked, shaking, speared on the gigantic head of his cock, I lick and suck his fingers. The pain is biting, but it’s beautiful and every time he strokes his other hand along where we’re joined and further along my rear entrance, a flood of heat as bright as the sun pulses through my core.

Truck immediately goes for my clit, using the moisture from my mouth to slick the way. There’s something so sexy and dirty about how he fucked my mouth with his fingers, and now he’s using that wet heat on my clit.

“There you go,” he murmurs and shoves more of his girthy length further inside of me.

Oh, heavens, yesssss.

I’m officially delirious now, nothing coming from my mouth except quick gusts of air as the waves of my release begin to crest the horizon.

This orgasm is going to destroy me.

Every ounce of his concentration is on that slide, that push, that delicious owning of my pussy.

“Oh, god,” I breathe as my head rocks back. “That’s so good.”

“Yes, we are. Now I’m gonna take you right. I want your eyes on me, I need to see you.”

When our gazes lock, he’s already pushing even deeper inside of me. That magical left hand doing something…well incredible. And the right hand… equally as talented, teasing my clit with the perfect rhythm.

I’m owned.

His big hands, his cock, the penetration of his eyes locked on me, totally controlling my pleasure.

The pain is gone, the ecstasy swamping me.

“That’s my girl, taking this fat cock so well.” His filthy words rasp, sandpaper and gravel, as a bead of sweat trickles down his chest.

“Truck!” I half-scream when a clenching wave of pleasure crashes into my core. It’s not an orgasm, but it’s a clawing hunger for more. “Deeper.”

He locks on me like a missile system.

The shade of his irises is silvery, lake blue now, and takes my breath.

His breathing is unsteady, but his hands never tremble, never give way. They continue their jobs, working me in a way I can’t even describe.

And then he bottoms out. Thrusts into me until I feel the shockwave of his length hit the end of my pussy. Rubbing my cervix.

A growl rips out of him, that finger at my back entrance swirls and presses, and the devil tugs on my clit, capturing it between his finger and thumb.

I go off so hard I nearly black out.

Crying out, I shudder.

Spasms lock my legs around his hips, and when he whispers my name against my ear, the second one immediately crashes into me.

“Fuck,” he moans. “You were made for me, Ally.”

Then his hands are gone, his cock is gone, and he’s flipping me onto my knees.

Head spinning like I’m on a tilt-a-whirl, I squeak, and grab the covers in both my fists.

But there’s no way I can fall. Not with his arm banded low around my hips as he shoves that thick, pulsing cock into me again.

I’m delirious. Dripping wet. And that’s before he spanks my left ass cheek three quick times. The searing stretch of his cock blends with the heat of his hand, and I officially leave my body.

This is pure pleasure.

Unbridled lust.