“I like it when you’re soft and willing,” Truck murmured huskily

He moved his arm from around her shoulders to the swell of her breasts and traced his fingers over the sensitive curve just above the nipple. Immediately, Carrie arched her body toward him, demanding more.

 

Yes, she silently agreed—to whatever he wanted...anything he wanted...as long as he kept up his rhythmic stroking. He came behind her slowly, pushing into her hot center so that she felt every hard inch of him as he entered her.

 

Truck rocked against her gently, testing her need. She pushed back against him. Then he boldly grasped her hips and thrust into her, riding her hard, hot and heavy, mastering her soul.

 

Driving into her one final time, Truck felt his own climax coming. “Did you think what we had was over?” he whispered once he’d regained control. “We’re not done yet, you and I.”