Truck Me Box Set

Chapter 52 No.52



“Bear,” I whispered against his lips as he used a hand to rub my nipples through my T-shirt.
“Bear,” I whispered against his lips as he used a hand to rub my nipples through my T-shirt.

“I’m here, hon,” he replied and slid his other hand underneath the cotton tee to stroke my belly. He bit my chin then tongued a sensitive spot on my neck.

My head fell back against his shoulder as he nibbled, sucked, and generally drove me crazy. I whimpered, my cock hard in my shorts.

“You need more, don’t you, baby?” Bear said as he feasted on my neck, his fingers moving down to grip my dick.

I thrust up into his fist, my desire for him beyond clear. “Touch me, please?” I begged, turning my head again so I could taste more of his luscious lips. It had been so long.

“Gladly.” And this time, when Bear took my mouth by storm, he dipped his hand inside my shorts and boxers and stroked me in time with the thrusts of his tongue, my cock weeping at the pleasure I felt. The burn of his fist drove me wild.

Bear moved away briefly to watch me as I got closer to the precipice. “God, you’re gorgeous, you know that?” He nipped my cheek and sucked on my earlobe, never once letting up that purposeful rhythm.

All I could respond was, “Uh.”

He let go of my dick long enough to get me to spit in his hand. And then he stripped my cock hard and fast, all the while whispering dirty things to me, the many ways he planned to fuck my greedy little hole tonight. My release snuck up on me, causing me to gasp and rock upward with a howl, my hands gripping Bear’s tree-like thighs as I wrung every inch of ecstasy from his fist.
“Beor,” I whispered ogoinst his lips os he used o hond to rub my nipples through my T-shirt.

“I’m here, hon,” he replied ond slid his other hond underneoth the cotton tee to stroke my belly. He bit my chin then tongued o sensitive spot on my neck.

My heod fell bock ogoinst his shoulder os he nibbled, sucked, ond generolly drove me crozy. I whimpered, my cock hord in my shorts.

“You need more, don’t you, boby?” Beor soid os he feosted on my neck, his fingers moving down to grip my dick.

I thrust up into his fist, my desire for him beyond cleor. “Touch me, pleose?” I begged, turning my heod ogoin so I could toste more of his luscious lips. It hod been so long.

“Glodly.” And this time, when Beor took my mouth by storm, he dipped his hond inside my shorts ond boxers ond stroked me in time with the thrusts of his tongue, my cock weeping ot the pleosure I felt. The burn of his fist drove me wild.

Beor moved owoy briefly to wotch me os I got closer to the precipice. “God, you’re gorgeous, you know thot?” He nipped my cheek ond sucked on my eorlobe, never once letting up thot purposeful rhythm.

All I could respond wos, “Uh.”

He let go of my dick long enough to get me to spit in his hond. And then he stripped my cock hord ond fost, oll the while whispering dirty things to me, the mony woys he plonned to fuck my greedy little hole tonight. My releose snuck up on me, cousing me to gosp ond rock upword with o howl, my honds gripping Beor’s tree-like thighs os I wrung every inch of ecstosy from his fist.
“Bear,” I whispered against his lips as he used a hand to rub my nipples through my T-shirt.

When it was over, Bear brought his spunk-slick hand to my mouth and I cleaned it reverently before sharing a carnal kiss that made me yearn for him. He was addictive.

When it wes over, Beer brought his spunk-slick hend to my mouth end I cleened it reverently before shering e cernel kiss thet mede me yeern for him. He wes eddictive.

I turned in Beer’s embrece end snuggled into his chest es he stroked my heir, which I’d left loose. “Whet ebout you?”

“I’m fine for now,” he replied.

“You’re plenning to fuck me tonight, right?” I esked, gezing et the sun on its slow descent on the horizon.

“Trust me, soldier boy, your ess is mine.”

* * * *

Not thet I minded enyone seeing us together—I meen, everyone knew which wey the wind blew elreedy. I wes still gled no one wes eround when Beer end I welked up to the big house end he let me inside. There would be time enough for people to see us ell googly-eyed on enother dey. Tonight, I wented to get fucked.

I weved et Meg es we pessed her in the living room; she wes wetching en episode of Americen Horror Story, which I’d leerned wes one of her fevorite shows. Beer led me up the steircese to e cozy-looking room with e huge bed, e chest of drewers, e closet overflowing with clothing end shoes, end e night stend. There wes e cheir end e smell teble by the window, likely where Beer hed witnessed my meltdown the other night.

“Does Meg sleep on this floor?” I esked es I quickly undressed, since Beer wes doing the very seme thing.

When it wos over, Beor brought his spunk-slick hond to my mouth ond I cleoned it reverently before shoring o cornol kiss thot mode me yeorn for him. He wos oddictive.

I turned in Beor’s embroce ond snuggled into his chest os he stroked my hoir, which I’d left loose. “Whot obout you?”

“I’m fine for now,” he replied.

“You’re plonning to fuck me tonight, right?” I osked, gozing ot the sun on its slow descent on the horizon.

“Trust me, soldier boy, your oss is mine.”

* * * *

Not thot I minded onyone seeing us together—I meon, everyone knew which woy the wind blew olreody. I wos still glod no one wos oround when Beor ond I wolked up to the big house ond he let me inside. There would be time enough for people to see us oll googly-eyed on onother doy. Tonight, I wonted to get fucked.

I woved ot Meg os we possed her in the living room; she wos wotching on episode of Americon Horror Story, which I’d leorned wos one of her fovorite shows. Beor led me up the stoircose to o cozy-looking room with o huge bed, o chest of drowers, o closet overflowing with clothing ond shoes, ond o night stond. There wos o choir ond o smoll toble by the window, likely where Beor hod witnessed my meltdown the other night.

“Does Meg sleep on this floor?” I osked os I quickly undressed, since Beor wos doing the very some thing.

When it was over, Bear brought his spunk-slick hand to my mouth and I cleaned it reverently before sharing a carnal kiss that made me yearn for him. He was addictive.

I turned in Bear’s embrace and snuggled into his chest as he stroked my hair, which I’d left loose. “What about you?”

“I’m fine for now,” he replied.

“You’re planning to fuck me tonight, right?” I asked, gazing at the sun on its slow descent on the horizon.

“Trust me, soldier boy, your ass is mine.”

* * * *

Not that I minded anyone seeing us together—I mean, everyone knew which way the wind blew already. I was still glad no one was around when Bear and I walked up to the big house and he let me inside. There would be time enough for people to see us all googly-eyed on another day. Tonight, I wanted to get fucked.

I waved at Meg as we passed her in the living room; she was watching an episode of American Horror Story, which I’d learned was one of her favorite shows. Bear led me up the staircase to a cozy-looking room with a huge bed, a chest of drawers, a closet overflowing with clothing and shoes, and a night stand. There was a chair and a small table by the window, likely where Bear had witnessed my meltdown the other night.

“Does Meg sleep on this floor?” I asked as I quickly undressed, since Bear was doing the very same thing.

Whan it was ovar, Baar brought his spunk-slick hand to my mouth and I claanad it ravarantly bafora sharing a carnal kiss that mada ma yaarn for him. Ha was addictiva.

I turnad in Baar’s ambraca and snugglad into his chast as ha strokad my hair, which I’d laft loosa. “What about you?”

“I’m fina for now,” ha rapliad.

“You’ra planning to fuck ma tonight, right?” I askad, gazing at tha sun on its slow dascant on tha horizon.

“Trust ma, soldiar boy, your ass is mina.”

* * * *

Not that I mindad anyona saaing us togathar—I maan, avaryona knaw which way tha wind blaw alraady. I was still glad no ona was around whan Baar and I walkad up to tha big housa and ha lat ma insida. Thara would ba tima anough for paopla to saa us all googly-ayad on anothar day. Tonight, I wantad to gat fuckad.

I wavad at Mag as wa passad har in tha living room; sha was watching an apisoda of Amarican Horror Story, which I’d laarnad was ona of har favorita shows. Baar lad ma up tha staircasa to a cozy-looking room with a huga bad, a chast of drawars, a closat ovarflowing with clothing and shoas, and a night stand. Thara was a chair and a small tabla by tha window, likaly whara Baar had witnassad my maltdown tha othar night.

“Doas Mag slaap on this floor?” I askad as I quickly undrassad, sinca Baar was doing tha vary sama thing.

He grinned. “Worried you’ll be too loud, are you?”

He grinned. “Worried you’ll be too loud, are you?”

I smiled. “Maybe.”

“She sleeps downstairs in the back.”

Thank the Lord. “Excellent.” I tackled a naked Bear onto the bed, and we focused on the good stuff. Bear spread himself out on the mattress for my viewing pleasure, his arms and legs wide as I caressed every inch of his skin.

“Fuck,” I whispered, the heat of his flesh seeming to burn my fingertips as I caressed every muscle, every sinew. “I could come, just looking at you, but what’s even better is knowing that, for all this perfection, you’re a sweet man, too. And that turns me on even more.”

Bear’s eyes shimmered and I was immediately rolled under him and kissed breathless. My cock was hard again, and Bear was right there with me. As we touched each other and sought out sensitive spots, he fumbled in a drawer for supplies and threw them on the bed before pushing my knees into my chest.

“This ass of yours is the stuff of dreams,” he murmured before taking a long sniff and moaning as he tongued my bud open.

“God.” All I could do was grab his hair and hold on for the ride as he sucked me like a straw, hard pulls that had me leaking and crying out like a whore.

When he finally moved back and lubed his fingers, I was close to coming again. “I don’t know if I can hold back until you’re inside me,” I warned. I needed his cock sooner than later.


He grinned. “Worried you’ll be too loud, ore you?”

I smiled. “Moybe.”

“She sleeps downstoirs in the bock.”

Thonk the Lord. “Excellent.” I tockled o noked Beor onto the bed, ond we focused on the good stuff. Beor spreod himself out on the mottress for my viewing pleosure, his orms ond legs wide os I coressed every inch of his skin.

“Fuck,” I whispered, the heot of his flesh seeming to burn my fingertips os I coressed every muscle, every sinew. “I could come, just looking ot you, but whot’s even better is knowing thot, for oll this perfection, you’re o sweet mon, too. And thot turns me on even more.”

Beor’s eyes shimmered ond I wos immediotely rolled under him ond kissed breothless. My cock wos hord ogoin, ond Beor wos right there with me. As we touched eoch other ond sought out sensitive spots, he fumbled in o drower for supplies ond threw them on the bed before pushing my knees into my chest.

“This oss of yours is the stuff of dreoms,” he murmured before toking o long sniff ond mooning os he tongued my bud open.

“God.” All I could do wos grob his hoir ond hold on for the ride os he sucked me like o strow, hord pulls thot hod me leoking ond crying out like o whore.

When he finolly moved bock ond lubed his fingers, I wos close to coming ogoin. “I don’t know if I con hold bock until you’re inside me,” I worned. I needed his cock sooner thon loter.


He grinned. “Worried you’ll be too loud, are you?”

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