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“I want it.”
“Say the words like you did in the parking garage.”
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
“Say it, Sloane,” he repeated.
“I want you to fuck me, Tackle.”
“How?”
“Fuck me hard.”
He grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and knelt between my spread legs. “I could spend eternity inside your pussy. My tongue…my fingers…my cock.” As he spoke the final two words, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me. “God, you’re so tight.” He grabbed my legs and held them together so my ankles rested on his shoulder. When he pushed into me again, his eyes rolled back in his head.
I couldn’t control all the sounds that seemed to come from somewhere deep in my throat of their own volition. When I put my hand over my mouth to stifle them, Tackle grabbed my wrist and moved it away. “I want to hear you.”
A second orgasm overtook me, and this time, my cries turned into screams when he rubbed my clit and pounded into me.
Tackle pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and lifted me up on my knees. His hands gripped my waist as he continued his body’s assault on mine.
“Come with me, Sloane,” he growled. “I want to feel it.”
As if I had any control over the orgasms he brought me to, but my body listened and did as he asked. His fingertips dug into my skin as he thrust one more time. I could feel him pulsing inside me.
He stilled and rolled us both to our sides, pulling my back flush with his front after he removed the condom. He moved my sweat-drenched hair and kissed the side of my face. “There’s so much we need to talk about.”
Like I’d had no control over my orgasms, I couldn’t stop my body from stiffening with his words.
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Tackle
“Not now,” I said. “Now, we rest.”
My guess was the one question she wouldn’t want to answer was whether I was the first man she’d been with. Was there even a reason I needed to know? Other than how much it had turned me on when she confirmed that my mouth was the first to bring pleasure to her pussy. With that one thought, my cock stiffened.
I tightened my grip around her waist, moved her hair from her neck, and licked the moisture that coated her skin. Chill bumps covered her arms, and she shuddered.
“I really should—”
“Whatever you’re about to say, Sloane, the answer is no.”
“But I have to—”
“Do you? Really? Or are you just attempting to run like you did the first time?”
“You don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”
“Don’t I? Are you about to lie and tell me you have to go back to work?”
“How do you know I’d be lying?”
“In the same way I knew every other time you lied in all the time I’ve known you.”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”
“Tell me the truth, Sloane. Do you have to go into work this late in the day on a Friday?”
