lips over the shell of my ear as he presses down on the center of my back and keeps fucking me with his fingers. I barely give a nod before I hear the sound of his zipper going down. The first tear overflows and slips down my cheek when I feel his hard cock seeking my entrance.
“Ah!” I cry out, my fingernails digging into the leather passenger seat when he slams into me so hard it hurts.
“Fuck, Maggie. Fuck, that’s good,” Josh says from behind me as he continues pounding his cock into me so hard I feel the truck shaking. I was wrong. He’s nothing like Jason, even without being able to see him. Jason and I might go at it like wild animals, but he always makes sure I’m good and ready, and he would ask to make sure he wasn’t being too rough with me.
Just when I think the brutal pounding will never end, Josh’s fingers dig into my hips even harder, and he shoves deep one last time, groaning when his cock jerks, filling me with his release.
“Mmm, mmm, mm,” Josh says when he pulls out and slaps my ass cheek. “Thanks for the fuck. See, I told Jason you were a little slut, and to prove it to him, we even had a bet going. A hundred bucks on whether or not I could fuck you tonight. Hold on, let me get a picture as proof.”
Mortified beyond belief from his admission, I lie frozen when I hear the sound of his phone being unlocked. His fingers enter me from behind and stretch me open right before I hear several photos being snapped.
“Nice,” he eventually says. “I can’t wait to show everyone these pussy shots. Too bad we didn’t bet on blowjobs, because I would love to have your magnificent mouth sucking my cock. Maybe next time. Tonight, I’ll just fuck you.”
I want to get up and run away or turn around and slap the shit out of him, but I can’t. My limbs are heavier than lead, and barely twitch when I try to move them.
Josh flips me over to my back so that I’m looking up at him with the glow of the interior light above us. His face is feral as he unfastens the halter top around my neck, and yanks the material down to expose my breasts to him. I watch, unmoving, as he grabs two handfuls and squeezes them. It’s strange because I can’t actually feel his hands…
“I don’t know about you, but I’m so fucking ready to go again. Afterwards, I’ll take you home and fuck you in my bed so many times you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Hell, you probably won’t be able to walk for a week,” he says with a smirk. I watch as he spreads my legs and lifts them to his shoulders. The truck feels like it’s spinning or rocking as he moves above me, making me think he’s fucking me again. So why can’t I feel anything? I ask myself before everything goes dark.
Oh my God. The flashback of the night with Josh was more vivid than usual. At the time, I only remembered leaving the party with him, and then him fucking me from behind in his truck. The next morning, I did wake up in his bed, exhausted and confused like I drank too much, but after that trip down memory lane, I remember that I was completely sober. Maybe we started drinking at his house. There’s absolutely no memory of what we did there whatsoever. But now I know Josh had promised to keep fucking me, and I hadn’t wanted to be with him anymore but couldn’t leave.
Camden’s grumbles snap me out of the daydream. Even after I change his diaper and dress him, the unease that I felt that night with Josh years ago is still bugging me.
“Hey, you two ready to go?” Jordan asks when he walks through the front door.
“Yeah,” I reply, grabbing the diaper bag and looking around to make sure I’m not forgetting anything.
Jordan stops me with a hand on my shoulder “You okay?”
“Oh, well, yeah. Just had a weird dream earlier.”
“Don’t worry about this. It’ll be painless for Camden, and in a few days everything will calm down and get back to normal,” he assures me, his dark eyes soft and warm.
“I know,” I say,
“Ah!” I cry out, my fingernails digging into the leather passenger seat when he slams into me so hard it hurts.
“Fuck, Maggie. Fuck, that’s good,” Josh says from behind me as he continues pounding his cock into me so hard I feel the truck shaking. I was wrong. He’s nothing like Jason, even without being able to see him. Jason and I might go at it like wild animals, but he always makes sure I’m good and ready, and he would ask to make sure he wasn’t being too rough with me.
Just when I think the brutal pounding will never end, Josh’s fingers dig into my hips even harder, and he shoves deep one last time, groaning when his cock jerks, filling me with his release.
“Mmm, mmm, mm,” Josh says when he pulls out and slaps my ass cheek. “Thanks for the fuck. See, I told Jason you were a little slut, and to prove it to him, we even had a bet going. A hundred bucks on whether or not I could fuck you tonight. Hold on, let me get a picture as proof.”
Mortified beyond belief from his admission, I lie frozen when I hear the sound of his phone being unlocked. His fingers enter me from behind and stretch me open right before I hear several photos being snapped.
“Nice,” he eventually says. “I can’t wait to show everyone these pussy shots. Too bad we didn’t bet on blowjobs, because I would love to have your magnificent mouth sucking my cock. Maybe next time. Tonight, I’ll just fuck you.”
I want to get up and run away or turn around and slap the shit out of him, but I can’t. My limbs are heavier than lead, and barely twitch when I try to move them.
Josh flips me over to my back so that I’m looking up at him with the glow of the interior light above us. His face is feral as he unfastens the halter top around my neck, and yanks the material down to expose my breasts to him. I watch, unmoving, as he grabs two handfuls and squeezes them. It’s strange because I can’t actually feel his hands…
“I don’t know about you, but I’m so fucking ready to go again. Afterwards, I’ll take you home and fuck you in my bed so many times you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Hell, you probably won’t be able to walk for a week,” he says with a smirk. I watch as he spreads my legs and lifts them to his shoulders. The truck feels like it’s spinning or rocking as he moves above me, making me think he’s fucking me again. So why can’t I feel anything? I ask myself before everything goes dark.
Oh my God. The flashback of the night with Josh was more vivid than usual. At the time, I only remembered leaving the party with him, and then him fucking me from behind in his truck. The next morning, I did wake up in his bed, exhausted and confused like I drank too much, but after that trip down memory lane, I remember that I was completely sober. Maybe we started drinking at his house. There’s absolutely no memory of what we did there whatsoever. But now I know Josh had promised to keep fucking me, and I hadn’t wanted to be with him anymore but couldn’t leave.
Camden’s grumbles snap me out of the daydream. Even after I change his diaper and dress him, the unease that I felt that night with Josh years ago is still bugging me.
“Hey, you two ready to go?” Jordan asks when he walks through the front door.
“Yeah,” I reply, grabbing the diaper bag and looking around to make sure I’m not forgetting anything.
Jordan stops me with a hand on my shoulder “You okay?”
“Oh, well, yeah. Just had a weird dream earlier.”
“Don’t worry about this. It’ll be painless for Camden, and in a few days everything will calm down and get back to normal,” he assures me, his dark eyes soft and warm.
“I know,” I say,
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