Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Well, if we’re being honest, I always had a thing for you, too. And I never thought we’d be here together either.”
Hearing him say he’d always been into me the same way I’ve been into him sends a flutter through my heart. It’s like a teenage fantasy coming true. Thunder rumbles overhead and the sky lights up as a bolt of lightning flashes behind the dark clouds. A moment later, the first raindrops start to fall. Everybody on the sidewalk, looking as unprepared as we are for rain, scrambles to get indoors with a chorus of squeals and laughter.
Hunter throws what’s left of his cone into the trash can and grabs my hand. Like the other girls on the sidewalk, I squeal and giggle as he leads me through the parking lot and to his truck. We quickly jump in, still laughing, both of us wet from the sudden deluge. Rain beats on the roof of the cab above us with a staccato rhythm punctuated by the rolling growl of the thunder, and the sky lights up with flashes of lightning.
“That came out of nowhere,” he says.
“Right?”
We don’t often get storms like this blowing through, so none of us were ready for it. It’s not a cold storm, it’s mostly just wet. As I drip on Hunter’s upholstery, the windows around me are steaming up and growing opaque, the cab of the truck growing a little humid.
“Sorry, I’m getting your seats wet,” I say.
“Don’t sweat it.”
He turns to me, his eyes glittering in the dim ambient light. He’s wearing a sultry smile, and I feel my heart start to race as it seems to be growing warmer in the cab of the truck. Not nearly as warm as it’s growing between my thighs, though. It blows me away that he can get me dripping wet with nothing more than a look. But it’s been that way for a long time. And the power Hunter has over me hasn’t diminished with the years. It’s confounding but, at the same time, exhilarating.
Hunter pulls me over to him and kisses me as I settle down on his lap. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and lean into him, our kiss growing deeper and more passionate. My stomach churns and my pulse races as Hunter slides his hands up my thighs. His fingers on my skin send cold shivers rushing through my body. The heat between my legs is burning out of control and my panties are soaked already as the anticipation within me builds.
Reaching down, I fumble with Hunter’s belt, my eagerness to free that long, thick cock making me flounder. He looks up and flashes me a smile before putting his hands over mine to steady them. A shaky laugh bursts from my mouth, and I shake my head. I draw in a deep breath. Then, with hands that aren’t trembling as hard, I manage to get his belt and pants undone.
I raise myself and Hunter slips his hands beneath my skirt and pulls my panties aside. A gasp bursts from my mouth as his fingers dance along the edges of my pussy, teasing and tickling my clit. I close my eyes and let the sensations crawl across my skin. When I open them again, though, the look of hunger on Hunter’s face nearly steals my breath. I’ve never had somebody look at me that way before, and it sends a wave of heat rushing straight through me.
Gripping Hunter’s rigid length, I slide the head of his cock along my lips, brushing it against my button, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. The hunger I feel mirrors what I see on Hunter’s face, and my desire for him reaches new heights. I need to have him inside of me, and I don’t want to wait, so I lift myself again, then settle down with the head of his dick pressed against my opening. Biting my bottom lip, I sink onto him inch by glorious inch until he’s buried to the hilt inside of me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“Not as good as you feel.”
A smile pulls at my lips as I tremble, relishing the way it feels to have him so deep within me. He fills me so completely that it gives me a pinch of pain, but that somehow only serves to heighten the pleasure that grips me. I grip Hunter’s shoulders and start to move slowly, rising and falling on his long, deliciously thick staff. With every downward thrust, he hits that spot deep inside of me that sets off a rapturous explosion of feeling.
With his hands on my hips to guide me, Hunter begins moving beneath me. Faster and harder, the rhythm of our bodies moves in time with the torrent of rain beating down on the roof of the truck. The sound of our passion fills the cab, my every cry punctuated by the loud crack of thunder outside. Every ridge of his thick cock sliding along my wet inner walls fills me with an overpowering heat. It makes my every nerve ending crackle with sparks.