Page 35 of Tackle Me


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“You were saying something about making it up to each other,” she says.

I grunt under my breath, my mind reeling. Just hours ago, I was on the edge, thinking I’d lost her, and now, here she is, looking at me with those eyes that see right through me. What I’ve realized today hits me like a freight train—I’m far too gone for Emily. Whatever we started as a fake relationship has morphed into something real, something undeniable. Then there’s this wicked side of her—a side I’m only just beginning to uncover—and fuck, I want more.

She leans back in her seat, a soft moan escaping her lips. Casually, she slides her hands up her thighs and under her dress. Then she’s wriggling and dragging down her black lace thong… all the way down her sexy legs.

My cock’s hard in a second flat, even though I just exploded. My gaze follows her hand with those panties, then I reach for them, taking them from her. She just grins at me while I press them to my nose. I take a deep inhale, breathing her into me. I shudder all over, a jolt of carnal pleasure shooting right down to my cock and balls. Her scent is intoxicating, floral, and so sweet I’m drooling.

I’m burning up, my breathing heavy, struggling to keep my eyes on the road.

“Hey, watch ahead,” she teases.

“Yeah, that’s going to be a struggle,” I manage to say, my voice strained with effort. “Show me that sweet pussy, pretty girl.”

She giggles, but I can tell she’s aroused. Her scent is blossoming in the car, her nipples tight against her dress, her eyes hazed over. When she pulls her bent legs up onto the seat in front of her and starts spreading them, I lose my breath.

My head’s jolting back and forth from the road to the glistening lips to her reaching down and spreading herself, so I can see the juicy pink hole, her clit… fuck.

I swerve across the road, my heart pounding in my chest.

In a split-second decision, I heave the car over to the curb under the shadow of a huge oak tree. We’re in a part of the city where there are no homes, just trees and old, run-down warehouses. It’s quiet and there’s no one around.

I turn off the car and face her, the intensity between us almost tangible. Her playful, seductive demeanor has completely thrown me off balance. She’s different tonight—more daring, more provocative—and it’s driving me crazy.

With a quick flick of the lever on my seat, I push it back and rip my shirt off. My cock’s still out, and he’s ready to fuck.

“Em,” I start in a low growl. “Climb onto my cock and ride me.”

She just smiles, that sexy-as-sin, enticing grin that’s become my undoing. I frantically grab a condom from my wallet, ripping it open before and threading the rubber over my massive cock.

Closing those gorgeous legs, she pushes herself up and shuffles over to my seat, lifting her dress to her waist as she straddles me.

My hand moves down between us, my fingers sliding between the crease of her drenched pussy. She’s so fucking beautiful.

At this moment, under the cover of darkness, with her pushing herself down on my erection, I stare into those beautiful eyes, watching her mouth open as a moan spill out.

Everything else fades away. The confusion, the anger, the fear of losing her—it all vanishes, replaced by the primal need to fuck.

Sliding the straps down her shoulder, I pull down on her dress and free her tits. I need them in my face, in my mouth.

“So delicious,” I growl, then hiss at how tightly her pussy grips my cock.

“Jake, God, that feels incredible.”

“Don’t you forget it,” I say, licking her nipple a few times. “I am your god.”

She laughs until I take the other nipple and tug on it. Crying out, she rides me.

I grunt as we fall into a rhythm. We’re fucking frantically, the air between us charged with promises and desires.

“There’s no going back from this, Em. You’re mine, and I’ll fight every damn fool who tries to come between us.”

I scoop one of her perky breasts into my mouth. She moans louder, my cock impaling her while I suck on her sweet nipple.

Releasing her, I sit back, and she’s there, staring me in the face, riding me, moaning, a glint of perspiration on her brow. Her tits are bouncing, and her pussy is gripping my cock.

“Fuck me, pretty girl. You’re doing such a good job.” With my hands on her hips, I rock my hips up, speeding up our tempo.

“Oh God, you feel so deep inside me,” she moans. “More, more.”

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