Braxton

 

My sweet girl can talk dirty and I find myself harder than a steel pipe. I can feel her pussy fluttering so I increase my pace, curling my fingers until I find that spot I know will drive her up the wall. Thanking God and Twisted for the foresight to put in soundproofing, I concentrate on her clit, wanting one orgasm at least to ease my way into her. “Let go, sweetheart, I want to hear you.”

Her moans become screams and I feel her pussy as it pulsates around my fingers. When she screams out my name all bets are off, “Good girl,” I whisper as I quickly unzip my jeans and pull out my rock hard dick. “Now, ride me, fuck yourself with my dick, Cara.”

The look on her face is priceless and I can tell she has no clue what I mean. Good thing I signed up for a lifetime of showing her. I grab her hands in mine and pull her so she’s once again straddling my lap. Lifting her slightly, I place my dick at her entrance and surge upward while grabbing her hips and pulling her down at the same time. Once I’m fully seated inside, and silently counting back from a hundred to keep from losing it, I take her hands and put them on either side of me then put mine back on her waist and begin raising her up and down.

“Oh, I like this,” she moans, a sparkle in her eyes. I lean back just a little to change the angle and her dick-perfect lips form an “O” before she moves her hands to my shoulders and starts moving, circling her hips every time she comes down.

Seconds.

Minutes.

Hours.

I don’t know, and don’t particularly care, as I watch this woman come into her own, riding my dick like she’s been doing it all her life. She’s taking charge and owning me as if I’m her bronco bull, and I’m silently begging for the clock to never run out. I can feel the flutters in her pussy so I lean down and take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck hard. “Braxton!” she yells out, her orgasm crashing over her. I manage to keep my man card—barely—by lasting three more thrusts before I’m calling out her name.

Totally spent, she collapses on me and I pull her slight frame into my arms. Tilting her chin, I take her lips and kiss her, mimicking everything we just did while we both ride out the aftershocks of our respective orgasms. “That was...that was...hell, I don’t have the words,” she murmurs once we break apart.

Scooping her up along with her clothes, I walk to the bathroom I have in my office and sit her on the counter. Our activities have left us both sweaty and sticky, so I grab a washcloth and get it wet before gently cleaning first her and then myself. “If we had time, we’d grab a quick shower,” I tell her as I help her stand so she can get dressed.

“A... a shower?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, a shower.” I grin, watching my woman’s face and upper chest go a pretty shade of pink. She has no idea the thoughts that have run through my mind where she’s concerned. As she dresses—I can’t help but think, as I watch her ass swaying in the air, that I’d like my brand to be right there—so I can admire it every time I take her from behind. Knowing I’m running out of time, I quickly dress but I mentally start designing her ink.

Looking over at the clock as I pull my last boot on, I realize I’m going to have to head out and I sigh. “Hate to say this, Cara, but I’m going to have to head out.”

She looks at me in the mirror where she’s trying to tame her curls back into a braid. “Leave it down.”

“But everyone will know what we’ve been doing!” she exclaims.

“Sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks and neither should you. And if anyone says anything, you let Twisted know.” Patting her on the ass, I say, “C’mon, walk me out to the warehouse, I want to show you my home away from home for the next week.”

I smile at the look on her face when she sees the cab. Twisted and I had made the decision to invest in our long-haul trucks and each one is customized to include a mini eating area that converts to a comfortable double bed, a small refrigerator and a working stove and sink. We even have a stand-up shower and commode. Yeah, it was a hefty investment, but both of us had the money and wanted our drivers to be comfortable. “Wow, it’s like a small hotel room on wheels!” she exclaims, looking around. I imagine us on the road, her cooking while I’m driving, then later us wrapped in each other’s arms as we snuggle into the small bed. Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I turn and respond to her last statement.

“It is, yes. This one is assigned solely to me, so I keep things in here all the time in case I’m called out to handle a run unexpectedly. Then I don’t have to pack and shit.”

“How many like this do you have?”

“Hatch has one and so does Chief, since they’re the other two who handle the long distance runs. Well, actually, Hatch mostly does our local runs, but we’ve picked up more than Chief and I can handle, so we have him back in rotation with us. Once we hire more drivers to take some of these runs, we’re going to see whether or not they want one for themselves and if they do, we’ll get them the deal we got. We will most likely cough up the money up front, but we’ll make up a contract to where they pay it out to us in installments. I think if someone has ownership, they’re more liable to take care of it.”

“I agree, Braxton. So, am I allowed to kiss you bye?”

“Wouldn’t let you walk back inside otherwise, sweetheart. Now, c’mere.”

Long delicious minutes are spent as I try to convey everything I’m feeling in this kiss. I know it’s too soon for the usually forbidden “L” word, but the way I’m feeling? It won’t be long. “I’ll try and call when I’ve stopped for the night after I’ve talked to Mom and Lily.”

“Okay.”

“What time does Luca go to bed?”

“I try to get him down around seven thirty or eight o’clock so he gets a good night’s sleep. Although, that wasn’t what happened last night, and we paid for it this morning. It was more around nineish when I finally got Luca down, and a little later than that for Ray.”

“No wonder they were all cranky this morning!”

“Yeah, it was definitely a morning to remember,” she says with a wry grin.

Twisted, coming up alongside the cab, says, “You ready, man? Got the papers up on the dash and the customer’s expecting you in two days. Drive safe.”

“Will do. Keep things running here, yeah?” I reply.

“Always. Don’t worry about your girl here, either. Me and Paisley will make sure she knows the ropes.”

I hop up into the cab and see she’s moved to stand next to Twisted. With a wave of my hand, I start it up and head out. For the first time since starting this company, I’m wishing I wasn’t one of our drivers.