pleasure as she was for
Rory having some visual excitement.
“Fuck,
that’s hot, baby,” he said in a harsh voice.
His
breathing was guttural, and she felt it cover her face and neck, the humidity
from it making her hotter. The discomfort and pain of him being inside of her
waned, and the pleasure became dominant.
“Kiss
me, Rory. I’m so close.”
He
didn’t deny her. He slanted his mouth on hers, kissed her for several seconds,
but then broke away. Rory grabbed her hand, brought the finger that had been
rubbing her clit to his mouth, and licked the digit, sucking the wetness off.
Rory
was pounding into her frantically now, hard and like a man possessed. He rocked
back and forth, slammed his cock into her pussy, and she felt her orgasm climb.
The
hard, very male grunts that came from him had her pleasure exploding within
her. There was a tightness that started at the base of her spine, moved
throughout her entire body, and claimed every inch of her.
“Your
pussy is so hot and tight, so fucking wet.”
The
sound of their sex slapping together, of her pussy sucking at his cock was
obscene, erotic. Lights danced in front of her vision, her body tingled, and
she curled her hands into his biceps. She held on tight as he thrust hard and
fiercely into her, making her body move up an inch on the truck. A gasp left
her when he slammed into her especially hard.
Neck
arched, throat bared, and moaning out as she climaxed, Lena couldn’t grasp
reality, didn’t even want to. Rory grabbed onto one of her breasts, curled his
big palm around it, and made these guttural noises. He moved his hand to her
other breast, curved his fingers around it, and even though she still had a top
on she swore it felt like he had his bare hand on her flesh.
Her
orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath, her very sanity.
“Oh
yeah, baby. Christ , I’m coming.”
“I’m
already there,” she managed to moan out the words.
He
grunted and groaned, and picked up his speed. He pumped into her once, twice,
and on the third time slammed his dick so hard inside of her that she slid up
on the truck bed again. She felt him coming, felt the hard, hot jets of his cum
filling her. His big body was so tense above her, and his muscles constricted
and relaxed repeatedly. All Lena could do was ride out the pleasure, the high,
and pray she landed on solid ground afterward.
Once
both of them were sated and out of breath, he sagged on top of her, and for
several seconds they lay there, neither speaking, but both trying to gasp for
air.
When
he finally pulled out of her body and lay beside her she curled into his chest,
held onto him, and finally let the tears come.
“I
don’t want you to leave me, Rory.” He held her tighter, and she inhaled his
scent, memorized it, and knew that this was going to be hell.
“Neither
do I, baby, but I swear I’ll come back to you. I’ll always come back for you.”
“I
know you will.” Even though she believed him, trusted him above all else, that
didn’t have her insecurities, fears, and worries leaving. All she could do was
love him, wait for him, and hope that this really was for the best.
Chapter
Eight
Two months later
“I
miss you so much it hurts, baby.”
Lena
lay on her bed, the sound of the clock ticking beside her the only noise
filling the otherwise tense, stressful situation she felt like she was in.
“Ten
more months to go,” Rory said, but she hated that he counted down.
“I
know how many months, Rory.” Closing her eyes and breathing out, she rubbed a
hand over her forehead. She was so tired, feeling like she’d been running a
marathon the last month. Sitting up and balancing the cell between her shoulder
and ear she started unbuttoning her top.
“Baby,
don’t be like that.” He sounded so exhausted, and she could only imagine the
strain he was in working all day. Although she’d love to talk to him every day,
the truth was she was lucky to get a couple of phone calls
Rory having some visual excitement.
“Fuck,
that’s hot, baby,” he said in a harsh voice.
His
breathing was guttural, and she felt it cover her face and neck, the humidity
from it making her hotter. The discomfort and pain of him being inside of her
waned, and the pleasure became dominant.
“Kiss
me, Rory. I’m so close.”
He
didn’t deny her. He slanted his mouth on hers, kissed her for several seconds,
but then broke away. Rory grabbed her hand, brought the finger that had been
rubbing her clit to his mouth, and licked the digit, sucking the wetness off.
Rory
was pounding into her frantically now, hard and like a man possessed. He rocked
back and forth, slammed his cock into her pussy, and she felt her orgasm climb.
The
hard, very male grunts that came from him had her pleasure exploding within
her. There was a tightness that started at the base of her spine, moved
throughout her entire body, and claimed every inch of her.
“Your
pussy is so hot and tight, so fucking wet.”
The
sound of their sex slapping together, of her pussy sucking at his cock was
obscene, erotic. Lights danced in front of her vision, her body tingled, and
she curled her hands into his biceps. She held on tight as he thrust hard and
fiercely into her, making her body move up an inch on the truck. A gasp left
her when he slammed into her especially hard.
Neck
arched, throat bared, and moaning out as she climaxed, Lena couldn’t grasp
reality, didn’t even want to. Rory grabbed onto one of her breasts, curled his
big palm around it, and made these guttural noises. He moved his hand to her
other breast, curved his fingers around it, and even though she still had a top
on she swore it felt like he had his bare hand on her flesh.
Her
orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath, her very sanity.
“Oh
yeah, baby. Christ , I’m coming.”
“I’m
already there,” she managed to moan out the words.
He
grunted and groaned, and picked up his speed. He pumped into her once, twice,
and on the third time slammed his dick so hard inside of her that she slid up
on the truck bed again. She felt him coming, felt the hard, hot jets of his cum
filling her. His big body was so tense above her, and his muscles constricted
and relaxed repeatedly. All Lena could do was ride out the pleasure, the high,
and pray she landed on solid ground afterward.
Once
both of them were sated and out of breath, he sagged on top of her, and for
several seconds they lay there, neither speaking, but both trying to gasp for
air.
When
he finally pulled out of her body and lay beside her she curled into his chest,
held onto him, and finally let the tears come.
“I
don’t want you to leave me, Rory.” He held her tighter, and she inhaled his
scent, memorized it, and knew that this was going to be hell.
“Neither
do I, baby, but I swear I’ll come back to you. I’ll always come back for you.”
“I
know you will.” Even though she believed him, trusted him above all else, that
didn’t have her insecurities, fears, and worries leaving. All she could do was
love him, wait for him, and hope that this really was for the best.
Chapter
Eight
Two months later
“I
miss you so much it hurts, baby.”
Lena
lay on her bed, the sound of the clock ticking beside her the only noise
filling the otherwise tense, stressful situation she felt like she was in.
“Ten
more months to go,” Rory said, but she hated that he counted down.
“I
know how many months, Rory.” Closing her eyes and breathing out, she rubbed a
hand over her forehead. She was so tired, feeling like she’d been running a
marathon the last month. Sitting up and balancing the cell between her shoulder
and ear she started unbuttoning her top.
“Baby,
don’t be like that.” He sounded so exhausted, and she could only imagine the
strain he was in working all day. Although she’d love to talk to him every day,
the truth was she was lucky to get a couple of phone calls
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