Page 63 of Miss Behaved
“Better than okay,” I tell her, pulling her in for a hard kiss, taking breaths only to spill out my secrets.
“You’re perfect.”
“I need you.”
“You’re everything.”
With one hand, I dig into my pocket, pull out a condom, and quickly roll it on. I move Monica’s underwear aside as she lifts up with shaky legs. I center myself at her entrance and slide the head along her wet slit before she sinks herself onto me. The tight walls of her pussy grip me as they start to shake. Her body moves up and down, and I adjust my hips so the base of my dick rubs against her clit with her movements. I palm her ass and squeeze as it bounces with each thrust into her, sucking my thoughts into a black hole.
Monica tips her head back, and her curls fan out behind her.
“Yes, Carson, I—” Her thighs start to shiver in my grasp as she circles her hips. Around and around. I thrust harder as pleasure drains the strength from her legs, centering inside her tight pussy.
Pulsing so hard it nearly chokes my dick.
“Don’t stop,” she says, grabbing my hair in her hands.
“You like me fucking you where anyone could see us, don’t you?” I thrust hard, and she screams out as my dick hits her deep.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“You’re wet and soaking knowing we could be discovered by anyone.” I thrust again. “You want this cock so bad you couldn’t wait another second for it.” I pound harder.
“I’m—” She tries to speak, but I close my mouth over hers and drink a scream from her lips instead. Sweat beads on our skin in the heat of the truck.
My hands guide her hips as we both near the edge. So close, and all I can think is more, more, more. I need to claim her. I need her to be mine.
I tip up her chin so she’s looking me in the eyes. Hers are orbs of warmth that might as well be the center of the universe, connecting somewhere deep and hooking into the meat. She holds my stare until her climax implodes, and her entire body shakes with it.
I watch her. Drinking in every flutter of her eyelashes and part of her lips. Memorizing the way her body reacts to me. Committing to memory her perfect little gasps as her pussy clenches around my cock.
And then I fall right over that fucking ledge with her.
Falling.
Falling.
I spill into her as she pulses me through it. With every breath, every heartbeat, every wave.
She falls against my chest with a shiver, and I wrap her in my arms, realizing the desert has opened beneath us. Splinters in the earth that reach out to the deepest parts of my heart.
Monica looks up at me and smiles, and I’ve never been so euphoric and dizzy.
“You’re something,” she says with a kiss.
“Yeah?” I grin. “Well, you’re somethingelse.”
She lifts off me and falls against the long bucket seat, stretching out so her feet are in my lap. I reach for a sweater and gently run it between her legs, because everything about this woman makes me want to take care of her.
“I don’t need this in the desert anyway,” I say, balling up the sweater and tossing it to the floor. I tie off the condom and discard it into a plastic bag.
“It’s like a movie.” She glances at the fogged-up window and plants a palm against it, dragging it down.
“A dirty one.”
Monica’s laugh fills the truck, and I could live inside that sound.
She spins to sit up, and she pulls up her underwear and jeans as I slip myself back into my own. But instead of starting the truck, we sit and stare out the window, watching the last of dusk get eaten up by nighttime.
