Page 49 of Fateful Hearts


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Smiling wide, I side-eye her. The corner of her lips turn up in excitement as I take the corner fast. The back wheels skid and squeal while sliding. “I’m glad you’re finally talking to me.”

She lets out a small giggle. “You don’t have to go hard and fast to get my attention.”

I turn, taking my eyes off the road. “Admit it. You like it hard and fast.”

Her eyes meet mine then she squeezes my thigh tightly. “Eyes on the road, Blake.”

Letting out a contented laugh, I face the road again, driving like a bat out of hell. She shifts in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, and I know it’s because her pussy is aching.

My ultimate intention—to drive her wild.

Speeding through the New Orleans streets, I push it as much as I can without going overboard. I already have a mark on my license from the red light and can’t afford to lose it. But I have to admit, the thrill of this is something else.

My cock begins to harden with the way Zoey’s hand clenches harder on my thigh. The sexual tension in the car is off the charts. The energy pulsating between us is so palpable you could cut it with a knife.

As we pull down her street, I slow the car so I don’t alert Kyle to us pulling in and then turn it off. My cock is hard as stone while Zoey is breathing rapidly, her hand on my thigh clenching tight.

Neither of us says anything. Only the sounds of our rushed breaths filter through the enclosed space. The air around us is flooded with a buzz, a rush I can’t seem to contain. Suddenly, her head snaps around to look at me. Her eyes are full of lust as she shakes her head like she’s battling her inner thoughts.

“Blake,” she whimpers.

“Zoey,” I reply.

Her hand leaves my thigh, and her eyes flood with anxiety as she exhales heavily while reaching for the door handle. “Fuck, I can’t,” she whispers, then jumps out of the car faster than I can stop her.

I spin, unbuckling my belt as she starts heading for the front door, then jump out of my car quicker than humanly possible. “Zoey, wait!” I call for her as I race around the front of my car, reaching out for her wrist.

The second my fingers touch her skin, the world stops. My body ignites in the most insatiable fire as she spins, her eyes meeting mine, burning with unfathomable lust.

I see it—the yearning, the ache, the need.

I know because I feel it too.

Our breathing is rushed and harsh like we can’t catch a single breath. My other hand slides out, grabbing Zoey’s hip and pulling her body flush against mine, my cock grinding against her. She will be able to feeleverything.

Her eyes widen as she licks her lips. “We can’t,” she whispers so low it’s almost inaudible.

My hand holding Zoey’s wrist comes up and swipes a strand of hair behind her ear. “The fuck we can’t.”

Her breathing stops. Then suddenly, her hands shoot up into my hair, gripping tight as she yanks my head forward, slamming her lips on mine. It takes me by surprise as her tongue slides into my mouth.

Fuck, she tastes so damn good.

My hand on her hip slides down instantly, gripping her ass and pulling her closer, my other hand sliding into her hair and fisting, gripping it tightly as I moan into her mouth. Devouring her, kissing her for everything she is worth.

My cock is rock hard as I back us up against the side of my car. She whimpers as I press my cock into her pussy, my hands sliding down, grabbing her legs and hoisting them to wrap around me. Her arms slide around my neck to help brace herself as I walk to the car’s hood and slam her down on the top. My lips trail kisses down her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, nipping and biting as I go. “Fuck, Zoey, I need you.”

She pants frantically as my hands slide to her skirt, and I begin sliding it up around her waist to gain access. “I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

She whimpers. “God, yes!” she begs.

My hands slide down to grab the hem of her panties as the front door of her house opens.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing coming home this fucking late, Zoey?” Kyle bellows as I move faster than I ever have before. I stand, grab Zoey’s skirt and yank it down as I pull her away from the car’s hood.

She instantly starts pulling at her clothes as she tries to catch her breath while Kyle rushes toward us.

I fight my raging boner as I watch this cockblocker move toward us.

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