I hook my arms around my knees, leaving my hole on full, slutty display for him. Begging him with my eyes to take me, own me.

It’s hard to remember what I told myself in the truck—that I can’t fall for him, that he doesn’t date. Because in this moment, it feels like I’m entirely his. And when his cock pushes inside me, inch by inch until he’s filling me completely, filling me in ways I didn’t even know I needed to be filled, it feels like I’ve always been his.

He kisses me, pressing my legs back even farther, then turns his head to breathe roughly in my ear. “You feel so good. Perfect. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I moan back at him, words failing me. And apparently our roles have reversed, because for once, he’s the one who doesn’t stop talking. He keeps telling me how good I feel, keeps praising me, though I’m not even doing much besides taking his thrusts.

When I wrap my legs around him and scratch my nails down his back, he groans and slams his mouth over mine.

Possession. This is possession. The way he’s taking me, the way he’s looking at me, the way he’s claiming my lips, then only releasing them so he can duck his head down and claim my neck as well.

In between sucking and biting at me, he mumbles, “Wanted you for so long.”

I’m struck dumb by the words, by the bruising pressure of his mouth, by everything. I try to process what he said, because there’s no way that can be true. But my brain is pretty useless right now. The only things running through it are want, need, yes, more.

“Come on baby,” he says, eyes on me again. “Are you gonna come with me?”

I can’t look away from him. I can’t do much except nod and breathe heavily. He changes his angle and starts nailing my prostate on every thrust, sending stars shooting up my spine. I could probably come just like this, but I’m certainly not complaining when he reaches between us and grips my cock, stroking at a fast pace that matches the new pace of his hips.

“Oh god!” I cry out. A wave of pleasure washes over me, my cock swells in his fist, and then I’m coming hard, making a mess between us.

He groans and his hips stutter, and I feel the warmth of his cum filling the condom inside me. He collapses on top of me, and we both lie there, breathing like we finished a race.

Eventually, he shifts his weight off me, but he doesn’t go far. “That was...”

“Mmhmm,” I agree.

Fantastic, mind-blowing, hot as all fucking hell.

Everything. That was everything.

And I know I’m so screwed, but in this moment, I feel too good to care.