Chapter 68

He said, “Hold on tight. There’s more,” and another three inches of pulsing rod slipped up and inside me. Having the right-of-way, Tacoma bolted his hips with a grunting and generous passion, with all the force he had to offer, providing me nothing more than full pleasure.

There and then, intimate with him, I felt like I was on an amusement ride, being bounced around in an uncontrollable and feisty action, or inside a pickup truck on a dirt road, heading into West End, rolling this way, and that way, hanging on for dear life. The ride was unstoppable, wild and fun, and everything that I had always wanted with him.