Page 27 of Tackle Me


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Roaming my hands over his chest and arms, bulges of muscles flex under my touch. All the while, we’re kissing like the world’s on fire. I explore his body with my hands, loving the way he feels. Grabbing handfuls of fabric, I pull his tucked shirt out of his pants, then slide my fingers underneath to touch him, skin to skin.

His hands are at my back, pulling down the zipper of my dress. The soft fabric slides down my shoulders, and he pushes it down to cascade down my arms to my feet. I’m covered in goosebumps from standing there in the cool air in only my thong and bra.

Stepping out of my dress, he scoops it up and quickly places it on a stack of chairs before coming back toward me, eyeing me from head to toe. In one swift move, he wrenches his shirt up and over his head, then tosses it over my dress.

I may have gasped at all his muscles as his eyes fuck me.

“Pretty girl, you are my dream. I want you naked. Please, I need to see all of you.”

My breath speeds up, and before I let logic into my mind, I unlatch my bra at my back and let it slide down my body, revealing my breasts.

Jake’s watching me like a starved animal.

Then I slide my thong down my legs and step out of it, leaving me just in my heels.

I straighten, and he’s in my face.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers. “You’re a goddess.” His gaze falls to my breasts. Reaching out, he palms them in his large hands.

“You always make me forget everything when I’m with you,” I admit.

“Good. I’m the only thing I want you to think about, to crave, to look at.”

His hands sail down to my hips as he starts to kiss my neck. My body hums with arousal, tingling everywhere. He has me burning up.

I’m softening against me, already so wet, so needy.

Then he turns me to face away from him. The room’s thick with our breaths, and the sounds of the party are distant.

“Lean over for me, pretty girl. Hands on the wall.” His hands cup my ass, and heat floods me. “Tell me, is this what you’ve been thinking about, longing for?”

“God, yes,” I gasp. “You have no idea how much.”

With his hand on my back, he pushes me to bend over slightly, and I set my palms flat on the wall while he nudges my legs wider with his hand between my thighs.

“So fucking sexy,” he growls, his fingers already on my pussy, tracing my slick path where I’m dripping. “I love how turned on you are for me,” he murmurs, pushing two fingers into me with no warning.

I moan, my back arching, and he’s already pulling out of me. A quick pause, then the crinkle of a condom wrapper sounds. He replaces his fingers with his cock in no time.

“Waiting a second longer is going to kill me,” he murmurs. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”

I giggle, gasping for air, then glance at him over my shoulder, at the wildness in his eyes, at the fierceness with which he grips my hips. Then he slams into me, and I cry out from his sudden plunge, from his size, from stretching me so fast, and I shudder with excitement.

“My pretty girl, you’re going to have to keep your screams low unless you want an audience, okay?”

I nod and face the wall as he deftly starts to fuck me. Of course, I’ll try, but we’re both so needy for each other, I doubt I can hold back the desires that are throttling me.

He wraps a hand around my loose hair and pulls gently. He’s grunting, and I love those sounds he makes, knowing it’s me he’s gaining pleasure from, that I’m doing that to him.

Our breaths are racing while my body starts shaking as I fall under the pleasure of him slapping into me, hard, every inch of me rocking with each thrust. He moves faster, harder. I moan, struggling to control myself, but I have no control. Not when I’m craving more of him, longing for him like my life depends on it.

No one’s ever made me feel this way before.

I don’t know how we got to this stage in our fake relationship, but he’s everything I ever wanted in a man—to desire me, to claim me—and I’ll give him everything I have. I barely hold on as the orgasm crashes over me so hard, so fast, that I cry out, unable to stop myself.

“That’s it, call my name, pretty girl.”

“Jake!” His name spills from my lips as if my body’s now under his command. He rocks into me still while I’m contracting around his thick cock, my inner walls squeezing him.

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