Chapter 3

Marcus wrapped his arms around Amber, pulling her close. Her back was pressed against his chest, her ass wiggling against his cock, which was already showing signs of life again. He kissed her neck, nibbling gently, making her shiver.

Amber reached behind her, her hand finding his cock and stroking it lovingly. “Again?” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming out her pleasure.

Marcus chuckled; his breath hot against her skin. “Always,” he murmured, his hand slipping down to cup her breasts. They made their way back to the truck, their footsteps echoing through the silent night. The headlights cast long, dramatic shadows on the ground as they approached the vehicle. The bed of the truck was a mess of sweat, cum, and dirt, but it was their mess, a testament to their passion.

They climbed in, their limbs heavy with exhaustion but their desire unquenched. Amber lay on her back, her legs spread wide in invitation, the moon casting a soft glow over her naked body. Marcus took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, his cock already swelling with the need to be inside her again. He positioned himself between her legs and slid into her, his groan melding with hers. The truck rocked gently as they found their rhythm, the headboard banging against the cab’s back window with each deep thrust.

Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, her nipples hard and sensitive to the cool night air. Marcus leaned down to capture one in his mouth, sucking hard as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Amber’s moans grew louder, echoing through the truck. The leather seats creaked beneath them, a testament to the passionate moments they were sharing.

“We need a bigger truck, daddy,” Amber murmured between gasps, her voice a seductive purr. “One that can handle ... all of us.” Marcus raised his head, his eyes meeting hers. The idea of getting a larger vehicle, one that could hold more of their taboo love, filled him with excitement. He could see the mischief in her gaze, the hint of a plan forming.

Just as the sun was coming up, they left and went home to sleep.

Marcus took the wheel, his eyes never leaving the road as Amber sat next to him, her hand on his thigh. Every bump in the road seemed to resonate straight to his cock, making him ache with the memory of their night together. She looked over at him, her cheeks still flushed from their escapades. “Do you think anyone knows?” she asked, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.

Marcus glanced at her; his expression unreadable. “No, baby. It’s our little secret,” he assured her, giving her thigh a comforting squeeze. The tension in her body eased, and she leaned into his touch. They drove in silence, the only sound the hum of the engine.

When they reached the Ford dealership, the early morning sun was casting long shadows over the gleaming vehicles. Marcus stepped out of the truck, his eyes scanning the rows of trucks with a new purpose. Amber followed, her hand sliding into his as they approached the F250 it was a beast of a truck, it had a camper on the back, and it was gleaming chrome and robust frame screaming of power and space. The salesman, a middle-aged man with a slightly lewd smile, noticed their interest and sauntered over.