Unwrapping His Mountain Package

I wanted her in my arms, writhing beneath me. I wanted those legs wrapped tight around my thighs as I drove my thick cock balls-deep in her. I wanted to fuck her until I’d had my fill. Like an animal. Like a beast.

I groaned, realizing my hands were clenched to fists in the blankets and my jaw was grinding. My cock was rock hard, balls boiling with cum as I felt her move against me. She shivered, and I moved without second guessing it. My hand slid to her hip, and she flinched at first before slowly, she un-tensed her body. I felt her melt against me, half on her side with her back against me, her ass against my hip.

But, no. No fucking way. This was wrong. Wanting her like this, and being this hard with the thought of plunging into that tight little cunt was just wrong. This girl had just been trafficked, and by me, for fuck’s sake.

No. Wanting her was wrong. Wanting to feel that tight little pussy squeeze down around my thick cock was wrong. Feeling my precum dripping into my boxers as my balls ached to release inside of her was fucking wrong.

And I had to shut that down.

“Tomorrow,” I said brusquely, clearing my throat. “Tomorrow, I’ll dig us out and see what…”

I paused, frowning as I turned and glanced over at her, lying there curled against me on the bench seat.

…And out cold.

Her chest rose and fell under the blankets, her soft red lips slightly parted, and her long lashes fluttering lightly in her sleep. I smiled wryly, shaking my head as I let my hand stay where it was on her side.

Tomorrow, we’d figure this shit out and figure out how the hell to get out of here and off this damn mountain. But tonight, I was going to have to try and figure out how the fuck I was going to fall asleep with this gorgeous little slice of temptation sleeping right next to me with her tight little ass pressed to my thigh, inches from my painfully hard cock.

Fuck.

4

Dane

Heat. Sweaty, feverish heat. That’s what I woke up to. I blinked, disoriented in the near-darkness of the truck, the only light coming from the red indicator light on the battery under the dash.

Fuck, it’s hot.

My still-disoriented, still sleep-heavy eyes dragged to the heat controls on the dashboard, and I frowned. Shit. I’d kicked the temperature up before I’d fallen asleep to build up some heat for the night. The plan had been to tone it back down before I crashed, but, apparently, I hadn’t.

I blinked away sleep, grunting, and I shifted to reach for the controls when suddenly, reality hit me, hard. Suddenly, sleep faded, and where I was, and who I was with, and what I was feeling came rushing at me at once.

And I groaned.

My thick cock was rock hard. Hard, throbbing, bare, and nestled hotly against Holly’s ass.

…Holly’s very soft, very silken, very fucking naked ass.

The truck was hot as hell, and I could feel sweat soaking my t-shirt. My arm had somehow wrapped around her, and I had her pulled tight to me, spooning her small body with my huge frame. She was out, her breath rising and falling, but she shifted. And when she did, and when she softly pushed back into me, it was all I could do not to fucking groan in pleasure.

Somehow, in our sleep, my shirt had ridden up, and my abs were pressed against that ass and to the small of her back. My sweatpants had slid down too. And hers being huge on her, since they were my pants? Well, they’d slid down too. And now my aching, pulsating cock was nestled deep between her thighs, throbbing against her ass.

Holly cooed softly, like something out of a dream, and when she moved again in her sleep and pushed back again, my hand tightened on her hip, and my own hips moved on autopilot. I pushed, heat roaring through me in the dim, dark red light of the cab, and I felt my swollen head push deeper between her thighs. And when I felt that thick head push over the very warm, very wet gusset of her panties, and when I felt that hot, slick, sweet little pussy right against my cock through her tiny thong, I groaned.

And there was no being quiet this time.

My hips moved again, my vision clouding and my teeth clenched tight as I eased my cock head over her panties. Holly cooed softly again, a little whimper falling from her lips as she shifted. My bare cock throbbed against her cunt, and I felt my muscles tense as the silken feel of her panties and the slick heat from her pussy teased over me.

The fuck am I doing?