Possessive Best Friend

He fills me. God, he stretches me out and fills every inch of my pussy. I moan into his mouth as I slowly move my hips, riding his shaft up and down. I’m so slick and he’s so big and god, it’s heaven, it’s heaven, it’s what I always imagined it would be, but more.

He pulls my hair, kisses me again, sinks deeper. He fucks me, thrusting inside. I ride him fast, the truck shaking, but I don’t care.

There’s only his cock, the pleasure ripping through me.

I ride him fast, bite his lip. He reaches his hands up my shirt, pulls it up, kisses my chest, my breasts. He leaves my shirt up and his eyes feast on my breasts, just barely covered by my black bra. I keep going, riding faster, my back arching, working, rolling up and down his thick cock, taking every inch.

I moan his name. I can’t help it. “Oh, god, Dean,” I groan as he fucks me faster, rougher, thrusting up inside of me.

Then he growls like he can’t take it anymore. He turns me, sliding out, and pushes me down on my hands and knees. I’m leaning over the side of the truck as he grabs my hips and slides himself inside of me.

I throw back my head and gasp. He grabs my hair and fucks me, hard and without mercy. I take every inch of his massive cock, sliding in and out, making my body shake with pleasure.

He pulls my hair and kisses me over my shoulder. His cock buries deep between my legs, pumping again and again, thrusting and taking me. I feel him reach around my hips to rub my clit and it sends ribbons of pure bliss through my skin. I can’t stop moaning, whispering his name, begging for more.

He gives it to me. He gives me everything, big cock fucking me, big cock taking me. I push back and back, sweating now, groaning, rough and raw and needing everything.

His fingers feel like heaven on my clit, his cock feels like bliss inside of me, and I know I’m close. I say his name, whisper for him to fuck me faster, and he gives it to me, ripping into my pussy over and over.

I gasp, throw back my hair. I feel it come over me, feel it start between my legs and grow as he fucks me faster, fucks me like an animal. It’s heaven, yes, it’s better than heaven, it’s right here and now, and the orgasm comes over me, rips through me, makes me arch my back and sing his name and scream it loud and not care about anything but coming, god, yes, coming.

He keeps going, doesn’t slow. He doesn’t hold back. He fucks me deep and rough and pulls my hair until he growls my name. He kisses me as he comes, spurting deep between my legs, filling me up to the brim.

We collapse back into the bed of the truck. I laugh, unable to help myself, and he joins in. He pulls me against him and holds me like that for a while. We sit there listening to birds fly by overhead and briefly I wonder if my uncle will ever notice that we fucked in here.

Probably not. But fuck him.

“I’ve been waiting for that,” he says, his voice deep and soft.

“Come on. Really?”

“Really. For years. Longer than you think.” He’s quiet for a moment. “You don’t have any clue, do you?”

“About what?” I look up into his face.

It’s clouded, but happy. He kisses me instead of answering.

We stay like that for a little longer but eventually I have to get up. “Come on,” I say. “Take me back. I have to give this thing to my uncle.”

“Think he’ll notice that we fucked back here?”

I laugh. “I thought that same thing.”

“Well, you think he’s a dick, right? So who cares?”

“Exactly what I thought.” I kiss him and hop down off the back. He follows, helps me into the cab, then climbs behind the wheel. We drive slowly back to the manor.

“Oh, shit,” I say. “How will you get home?”

“I’ll call work, have one of the guys come get me.”

“I can’t just leave you here.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s better this way. I’ll walk a little bit then call. I don’t want them picking me up from here and telling my dad about it.”

I frown a little. “Ashamed of me?”

He smiles, leads across the space between us, and kisses me. “Not even a little bit. I just don’t need the fucking lecture.”

“Good.”

He parks and gets out. I call up to Archie and he opens the gate as I get into the driver’s side. I pull through slowly and watch as Dean waves then starts walking back toward town.

I know there’s something odd with his father going on, but I got the sense that he didn’t want to talk about it, so I didn’t push. I don’t think anything can ruin my good mood though. I’m smiling the whole slow drive back up toward the house. I park the truck out front then walk up the steps. Archie meets me just inside, frowning down at the truck.