She was in a dark forest, legs dangling off the end of a truck bed, wearing next to nothing, and she’d never felt so good in her life.

“How are you so pretty? All the time.” John shook his head and said it like it was a regular question, like it was something someone had asked her before.

Anna scooted to the back of the truck, thankful she’d brought a blanket. She really had been hoping. She turned around to watch him strip off the last of his clothing. God, she wanted him.

“Don’t make me wait,” she said.

“Always telling me what to do,” he said, his voice playful. He climbed into the back with her.

“I know what I want.” She shrugged, trying for casual, but her body shivered under his gaze.

“Is that so? What do you want?” he asked, hands moving over her thighs to reach for her panties and slowly, agonizingly, pull them down. She kicked them off, but his hands didn’t stop their exploration. She watched as he stroked himself, long and thick. He put on the condom and moved over her, arms on either side of her head. She could feel his erection as he moved his hips just enough to make her gasp.

“Tell me what you want.”

She rubbed her tongue in her cheek.

He rolled his hips again, and he nudged her opening with his thick cock.

“You’re not playing fair.” She reached out to give him the same treatment back, but he grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head. Finally, he lowered his body to hers. His chest molded to hers, and he kissed her. His tongue thrust into her mouth. She moaned at the sensation. He rubbed his cock against her wet folds, not enough to give her satisfaction, only enough to let her know what she was missing. She wasn’t going to last, but she didn’t think she was going to lose.

She arched her back, bucking her hips as she kissed him back, biting his bottom lip, needing more of him. He groaned.

“I need you,” she whispered.

“I’ll give it to you,” he said, voice rough. He thrust into her without hesitation.

Anna loved the too-fast, too-full feeling as he filled her up. Then he moved slowly as she accommodated his size. The stretch quickly moved to pleasure as he thrust into her, setting a steady pace. She could tell he held himself back, sweat beading on his forehead, arms tense above her.

“Harder,” she begged. “I can take it.”

He gripped her hips tight, and he swallowed her moan with a kiss.

All pretense was gone when he gave in to what she wanted, and he thrust into her again and again.