Page 11 of Stalked By the Trucker

"Fuck, London," he groans, his voice a gravelly melody that vibrates through me. "You're gonna make me crash."

"Then keep it steady, Daddy," I retort, my voice muffled against his skin.

The world outside is forgotten, reduced to nothing more than a backdrop to the heat that unfurls within the cab of the truck. There's only us, only this moment where everything else falls away, and all that remains is the raw, fervent connection that binds us together on this winding, perilous road.

I lose myself in the salty taste of his cock, the steady stream of precum that leaks from its head, the sound of Bronx’s strangled noises as he fights for control.

My pussy is dripping and throbbing. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more turned on.

I'm barely finished, a breathless mess, when Bronx's patience snaps. He pulls the truck off onto a secluded patch of grass, the engine ticking as it cools, and that's all the warning I get before he's on me. His hands are everywhere—rough, demanding, his need for me as raw as the growl that rumbles from deep in his chest.

"Mine," he snarls as he yanks me closer, and I can't help the moan that escapes me. This is what I want—this primal claim that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.

His fingers hook under my thighs, pulling them apart with an urgency that sends my heart racing. Then his mouth is on me, hot and insistent, and I'm lost to everything but the sensation of his tongue delving into the slick heat between my legs. I tangle my fingers in his salt-and-pepper hair, urging him on, my voice a litany of gasps and curses that fill the cab.

"Daddy...please," I plead, my back arching off the seat. He's relentless, devouring me with a ferocity that has my world narrowing down to the electric pleasure sparking through every nerve ending. And then I'm coming undone, shattering against his mouth with a cry that echoes in the empty space around us.

Before I can catch my breath, he's moving up my body, his cock hard and ready. He plunges inside me without preamble, and the fusion of our bodies is nothing short of cataclysmic. The rhythm he sets is punishing, each thrust driving deeper, igniting fires that race along my veins. My nails dig into the leather of the seat, my body straining to meet each of his powerful strokes.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his voice thick with lust. Our eyes lock, and there's something feral in his gaze, something that promises this is only the beginning.

"Harder," I command, and Bronx complies, his movements growing more frantic, more desperate. We're both chasing that edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion, spiraling toward that explosive peak together.

And then I feel Bronx’s hot heat flooding me. He roars as he comes a monsoon between my thighs. I scream as my pussy pulses widely around him, the pleasure so sweet it almost hurts.

Bronx buries his head in my neck, his chest heaving, his entire body shaking as he continues to dump cum in me until its running down my ass and dripping on the seat between us.

In the quiet aftermath, with the scent of sex heavy in the air, we don't bother to move. Bronx's weight is a comforting blanket over me, his breath warm against my neck.

And I know that this is all I want for the rest of my life.

Bronx, my daddy, right here in this truck.