by Dawn Marie
“Dawn, are you sure about this?” He asks. His tone straight to the point.
“Yep,” I reply.
He pulls out onto the street heading for the highway. It’s a long drive to the lake. The night is quiet, dark, only a few cars here and there out on the roads. I glance out the window of his truck, the black tint making everything black outside, I don’t care, I look at the passing views anyway. I can hear the music from the radio playing in the background, and I hear Gabriel asking me what I like to do in my spare time. The roar of his big truck tires, are loud against the highway, as we head to the lake.
I answer his question. I read, watch movies, garden, sew, cook, collect sea shells, spend time with my family, regular activities most people enjoy. I ask him the same question. He takes longer to answer. It’s like he doesn’t want me to see the real person underneath. I don’t blame him. I rarely let people inside either. But then again, it’s just polite small talk. People do it every day in some form or another. He likes to target shoot, fish, rock-climb, ride his Harley, and work on his truck. Figures, I reply. The guy just couldn’t do things that sucked, like collect coins, he’s too damn sexy for that.
Chapter 4
The night ride brings about a calmness, but my panties are still damp. I move around on the leather of his truck seat. It’s cool, and it helps to stop that horrible itch of wanting him. But it doesn’t get rid of that gnawing need of wanting to ride his cock. I’m wanting him something fiercely. I can’t help to wonder if he wanted me that August day so fiercely. Did he? If so, that is the reason he fucked me. That scent that only can belong to him, a scent only he can wear, surrounds me in the small space of his truck. It makes me fiercely want to fuck him right now.
Gabriel talks about random items as we head towards the lake. We are almost there. It’s like he knows I want him to fuck me. His hands grip the steering wheel a little too tightly. And, the fact that the outline of his hardened cock is still showing in his pants. Yes, I can tell. The signs are there if you look enough. He wants to fuck me. How hard, I want to ask. Not now, I think. Soon…
Gabriel turns the truck down the long, two-lane paved road that takes us to the lake. It’s still another ten-minute drive to get to the lake. He turns onto one of the clay roads that lead to a secluded spot in the trees and with a slight view of the lake. I didn’t have to tell him where to go, so he’s been here before. Only locals know these roads, most cell phones do not work here, something to do with the trees, towers, who knows, but it’s in the middle of nowhere.
The radio is playing an old country song, about loving someone, and it makes my heart grasp with that old longing of finding someone to really love. But this has nothing to do with romantic notions. This is just about bodily needs. Yearnings that sometimes just need to be completed to die down. Sometimes they don’t die down. That’s when the problems arrive.
The truck stops at the end of the dirt road, in a small circle clearing, been known to catch a few good basses here in this spot. I don’t tell him that. He turns off the lights, shuts the truck off but leaves the radio playing. I look at him, as I click off my seatbelt. The lights from his dash and floorboard area light up his face, they are blue, and they fit with the personality of his truck. Dark, mysterious, firm, and sexy.
I have a thing for handsome guy’s and big trucks. It’s like one big panty dropper. If only guys knew how much southern girls digged their big trucks they’d drive more of them. Sort of like men in uniform. Any kind of uniform on a good looking male and it was ooo-la-la panties off. And I certainly digged Deputy Gabriel Faircloth in or out of a uniform.
I slipped my flip-flops off, and put my feet up onto the dash of his truck in front of me. My dress slipped down to my thighs, you could see my black silk panties if you looked, I glanced at Gabriel and he was looking. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned his seat back. He stretched out his long legs and sighed. His arms he put up around his headrest. We sat there looking at each other. I wanted him so badly, my clit couldn’t take the feeling on my damp panties any longer. I groaned with the need to yank the damn panties off.
“Comfortable?” Gabriel asked me.
“Yes. I could use a drink,” I replied.
“Just the thing you need, right here,” he reached to the backseat and pulled out an unopened bottle of water.
I took it from his left hand, and open it with my right hand. I took a huge gulp of water, and my throat felt better. I so wanted to devour him. I wondered if he would stop me? That terrible need to sink onto his nine-inch cock and ride the hell out of him was still gnawing at my insides. Did he want the same thing? He looked restless, needy.
I sat the bottle of water in the cup holder by the front dash. I took my legs down and curled them under my butt. It only made my damp panties rub my aroused clit more. I wiggled around, and just couldn’t get comfortable. I looked up at him, and he smiled. He knew I was uncomfortable. Was he going to soothe me?
“Come here,” he ordered quietly. The lake sounds could be heard faintly in the truck mainly frogs croaking. It was pitch black all around us. I didn’t see anyone, any lights, so I moved myself over onto his seat.
I wiggled myself up onto the middle console, placed my right leg on the right side of him, and then swung my 120-pound body onto the front of his lap, my left leg on the left side of his left leg. Sinking down onto the front of his lap, his crotch even with my damp pussy, I gasped from the heat. His cock was so hard. The stiffness rubbed against my clit in the right place, causing me to moan. He brought his hands down to cling to my hips.
I looked at him, deep into the depths of this blue-eyes and he gazed back at mine. We both wanted this. Whatever it was meant to be between the two of us, for now, for this moment, we both wanted the same thing. That was to fuck each other. No more beating around the bush, pushing the need away, hiding from it, simply stated we just wanted to fuck each other. Right now, no regrets.
The dampness from my leaking pussy onto my panties I just couldn’t take that feeling any more. I reached under my dress, slipped my fingertips under the top band of my silk panties and pulled them down my thighs. As my panties got to my knees, I pulled my right leg up Gabriel’s side and pulled them down to my feet. As I placed my right leg back by his side, he gripped it hard with his hand, I pulled my left leg up and pushed the damp panties to my foot. I shook them off into the floorboard under his feet. And sunk down, no panties, just my wet, bare pussy onto his lap. He groaned loudly.
It was that good. I could feel every inch of his nine-cock as it laid there, hot under my damp pussy. I clenched inside my pussy. I pulled his lips to mine, as I rubbed my clit onto the head of his covered dick. He kissed me back hard, I welcomed it. I needed it. Our lips devoured each other. Sucking, licking, tongues touching, nipping at each other, never getting enough. I moaned from the fire building up inside me, he groaned from me wiggling my pussy and butt in his lap.
The little nub of my clit was burning up. I was leaking now all over his zipper. I couldn’t take the heat that was moving in my body. I was burning up with desire to have Gabriel’s huge cock stretch the insides of my snug pussy. I reached up with both my arms and pulled my red sundress off. It was a struggle. Gabriel stopped kissing me to help me pull the blasted thing off. He threw it over into the passenger seat of the truck.
I was bare underneath, no bra. My nipples were erect, hard. The small berry sized tips begged for his mouth to attack them. His large hands reached up and took hold of them. He weighed them in his hands. Squeezed them. Pinched the nipples. Just like that August day when he forced his self on me and fucked me in the woods. He twisted them, rolled them with the tips of his fingers, as I sat in his lap, the steering wheel digging into my back, as I moaned loudly in the small space of his truck.
“Suck them,” I begged him.
“You want me to suck your sweet little nipples?” He asked me. His voice husky and dark with desire.
“Yessss!” I groaned.
He pinched my right n
ipple hard between two of his fingers, then his head lowered and his tongue meet the tip of it. I moaned loudly. It was heaven, yet not enough. I swirled around on his cock, wanting to sink down onto that cock so badly. He knew it. He nipped and kissed the nipple he clutched, his other hand still held my other breast. The hotness from his lips stung my pinched nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and sucked so hard on the tip I closed my eyes tightly to the pleasure.
Back and forth, back and forth I rubbed my wet pussy on his covered cock. I wanted it so much! He sucked and sucked on my nipple. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and pushed my left hand up to his chin to stop him. He released it with a loud pop, considering my passionate filled eyes with a hot lust that couldn’t be denied any longer. The metal on his zipper was making my pussy red. I reached down and unzipped his zipper. He looked at me as I unzipped him.
As my small right hand, pulled his hot, hard, nine-inch cock out into the coolness of the truck, he winced just a second. I pulled it all the way out, pushing the sides of his pants down as much as possible, so I could bring his soft, huge balls out to rub. My hand stroked his cock, up and down, up and down, my fingertips finding his balls and rubbing them too. If I had the space, I’d gobble that hard cock down my throat. But I didn’t, so I stroked it as much as I could.
His fingers, I don’t know which hand, found my wet pussy and pushed through my slit finding the opening to my pussy. Pushing one inside, he began the age-old thrusting that made my pussy clutch his finger tight, and gush more pussy juice onto his finger. Up and up, he pushed, and pulled out. As I tried to keep stroking his cock, rubbing the head with my fingertips, smearing that leaking pre-cum of his all over his cock.
I moaned. Dear God, I can’t tell you how much I craved his cock. He laid his head on my right shoulder, and he nipped me with his teeth. He was fighting his wild urges. He wanted to fuck me hard. Deeply. He groaned loudly. Yes, he wanted me badly. I wanted him badly. My desire was in liquid form running down his finger as he thrust in way up inside the tightness of my pussy. I couldn’t wait much longer to sink onto his cock.
I stopped rubbing his huge cock and pulled his hand away from my pussy. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to his lips so he could claim my tongue once more. I let him tongue fuck my mouth for a second more. My hands were reaching between us and pulling that hard nine-inch cock of his into the vee of my thighs. The head rubbed against my clit making me moan into his mouth. He moaned right with me. The sounds of our desire loud in the truck cab.
My small fingers could barely grip his cock, I tried to find the correct place, it took a few tries to line up the head of his cock to the wet opening of my needy pussy. I pushed down once I knew I had it in the right spot. One inch, I gasped, that stretching feeling of only his cock could make my pussy feel was happening for the second time. I sank down, pulled up, sank down, pulled up, trying to get that cock sunk deeper inside the walls of my pussy. Gabriel was clutching me around my waist, his hands digging into the side of my waist, groaning as if he was in pain. I knew the groans were from pleasure not pain.
As I was sinking back downward onto his huge cock, he used his strength and yanked me down hard onto the last three inches of his cock. Air left my lungs as I gasped from the fullness, the sting of pain, as he forced my snug, wet pussy to accept all his cock. The clenching of my pussy kept grasping at his cock, I moaned from the sheer pleasure of the heat. I came hard on his cock, and he moaned from the feeling. He didn’t stop his pulling and pushing of his hands as he worked me up and down, up and down on his cock. My knees were hurting and I knew they would be raw and red.
Contracting on the hard cock I was riding, I came again, and I heard him yell as I felt the first spurts of his hot cum as it splashed up high into the walls of my pussy. His cock shook the walls of my snug pussy as his cum jerked and jerked into my body. I was finally fulfilled. My pussy squeezed his cock one more time. He rubbed my back with his hands, and I lifted slightly upwards off his cock.
He held me for a moment, pulled my head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. I held his eyes for the briefest of moments. It was to raw a moment to look at him, sitting on his wet cock still buried inside my pussy. As I came down from that pleasure filled high, to the fact that I was naked on his lap, in the front seat of his truck, in the middle of the woods at night. I moved to get off, and he held me tightly.
“Please. Let me go.” I begged him. My eyes telling him I couldn’t answer what he was asking with his gaze.
“Dawn,” he grasped. His voice aching and deep.
“No!” I groaned. I couldn’t say what he wanted me to say.
I pulled away, crawling over the blasted console, and he had my dress in his hands and I snatched it away. I dressed as fast as I could in the seat, found my wet panties somewhere on the floor of the truck, pulled them onto my tender pussy, and reached for the bottle of water. Taking a huge drink, he had zipped up, and was cranking the truck.
I pulled my seat belt on with one hand, and held the bottle of water in the other hand. He put the truck in drive, looked at me hard, and he would not leave it alone.
“Are you going to talk to me?” He demanded. His tone hard, cold. He was using his work voice.
“No.” I replied softly.
He groaned and just pulled off towards the highway. I looked out the truck window into the passing forest, wishing for something I knew I couldn’t deal with. It was too much. I doubted he really knew what he was searching for. Doubted he really wanted to know more of me. You can’t force something that doesn’t spark. Fucking wasn’t a spark. Fucking didn’t last twenty or fifty years.
The sounds of the truck tires on the pavement in the middle of the darkened night lulled me to sleep. I fought the closing of my eyes for as long as I could. I fucked this guy. He was a deputy. I had to trust him to get me home safely. Of course, I did trust him. It was hard for me to really, really trust anyone.
I don’t know how much time passed time when I opened my eyes, the truck was stopped and I looked out the window seeing my front door. We’d made it back to my place. I groaned from the pain of my back and legs. I found my purse still at my feet, and fumbled to find my keys. Gabriel turned on the light in the truck, blinding my eyes, making me blink from the brightness. He took my purse, unzipped it and pulled out my keys.
I sat there and watched him in the quietness of the night. It must be around midnight, I thought. He got out of the truck, holding my purse and I turned to look out the front windshield as he walked up to the passenger side door where I was sitting. He opened the door and grabbed my right hand and gently pulled me down. I looked up at him, just shadows in the night air, that regal grace that he held with such a tall and muscled frame, screamed at me that he could possibly be the man I was searching for in my life.
He turned, pulling gently on my hand, as he led me up the front steps, the porch light didn’t help till you were half way up my front porch. He opened the glass door and then unlocked my front door. He pulled me inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. It was dark inside in the living room, I’d forgotten to leave a light on.
“Wait here.” I told him. I walked carefully towards my bedroom, went to the left side of my queen side bed and switched on the lamp on my nightstand.
I heard the tread of his feet as he walked into the small confines of my bedroom. I glanced over at him, surprise all over my face. He shut the door, and walked to the right side of the bed, the side that stayed empty. He took out his truck keys and cell phone from the front pocket of his pants and laid them on the nightstand. He laid my purse on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“I’m staying the night,” he replied firmly. He bent down to unlace his shoes and kicked them off. His golden head was bent, and I peeked over the edge of the bed as I watched him take his gun off. He pulled open the nightstand drawer and laid the gun inside.
I huffed to myself and walked into the bathroom to my closet. There I
pushed my flip flops off, and yanked off the red dress I wore off. I turned into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. I pulled off those wet and damp black panties, kicking them towards the bathtub. I took a quick shower, trying to get the stamp of his hands, the touch of his hot lips, the dried drippings of his cum off my body.
I got out of the short shower, dried off, pulled a brush through my long blond hair, and went to my side of the bed. Gabriel was already in bed, with his hands behind his head, floral sheets and comforter pushed down to his waist. I could see his shirt and pants on the floor by his shoes. I placed my glasses on my nightstand, turned off the bright lamp, and climbed into my bed. My very hot bed.
I can’t believe he’s lying in my bed! I keep thinking. The weariness of the long Sunday afternoon was getting to me. I was finally so, so tired. I turned onto my right side, my right arm underneath my pillow, closing my eyes I felt the heavy weight of his arm across my body. The warmth from his naked body was searing into the nakedness of my cool skin. Relaxing me, warming me, making me want things I couldn’t have.
Chapter 5
In a blackened fog, I was somewhere between waking and sleeping, when I felt the burning poking of flesh in the center of my ass. Hazily, I knew it was Gabriel’s cock. His left arm had sometime in the night found its way under the covers and laid across my right hip. His hot hand held my hip in a tight grip. I tried to squirm away from the hot cock digging deeper, harder into the seam of my ass, as it drifted farther downward towards my sore core.
He took none of my squirming as he quickly pulled me much tighter against the hot confines of his stomach and groin. The fine hairs that nestled in that spot rubbed gently on my ass cheeks. His cock pushed bluntly into the round opening of my pussy, the big cock head laying there, for a mere second letting me know he was going inside whether I wanted it or not.
Just as that thought tip-toed through the sleepily recesses of my brain, his big nine-inch cock tunneled its way inside my dry and sore pussy. I groaned out loud from the stretching, the heat, the possession of having him so suddenly inside my unprepared body. I tried to open my eyes, just bare inches, still held in the foggy depths of sleep. My bedroom was pitch dark, quiet except for his heavy breathing at my nape and my groans of painful penetration.
