Fall Away Book 4 - Page 51

I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I looked her in the eyes. “Two years, and you’re going to make me f.u.c.k you in a car, aren’t you?” I d.a.m.n near pouted.

She smiled, and I shifted down, skidding into a right-hand turn onto a country road, because there was no way I was going to win.

h.e.l.l, I didn’t even want to anymore.

I barreled down the gravel road, still going nearly eighty miles an hour and not giving a s.h.i.t that the rocks were kicking up under my tires and probably chipping the paint.

Tate was devouring my neck, and my G.o.dd.a.m.n hands could barely stay steady on the road.

“Baby, d.a.m.n,” I gasped, taking her lips and kissing the s.h.i.t out of her as I tried to drive.

Veering to the right again, I flew onto Tanner Path, which was nothing but a small road—barely big enough for one car—that lined one of the little inlet ponds that served as runoff from the river. Sinking far enough into the darkness, where no car would venture this time of night, I slowed to a halt, the grind of the gravel music to my ears.

Setting the parking brake, I shot the seat back for legroom while she kicked off her shoes and swung a leg over my thighs, straddling me.

Her eyes spilled fire, looking like a starving animal before she grabbed my shirt between the b.u.t.tons, ripping it open.

“d.a.m.n,” I growled through my teeth, reaching behind her back and ripping her dress in two as well, tearing the sc.r.a.ps away from her body.

Grabbing her hair at the back of her head, I pulled her neck back and took a handful of her a.s.s in my other hand before taking her nipple in my mouth.

She gasped, her body shaking with shock, and I felt high as she slowly melted. She grinded on me, in nothing but her black lace G-string, and I couldn’t believe how painfully turned on I was. My d.i.c.k was f.u.c.king begging for her warmth.

I bit and sucked, trailing my hands all over her, squeezing and yanking her hips.

“Now,” she whimpered, squirming against my c.o.c.k and digging her nails into my bare chest. “Jared, now.”

I opened the driver’s side door, giving myself more room as I set my leg outside and reclined the seat back just an inch.

“You still on the pill?” I breathed hard, unfastening my belt.

She nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss and nibble my chest.

I freed my c.o.c.k, grabbing her a.s.s and pushing her up over it. She sucked in a shaky breath, and I took the delicate fabric of her G-string in my fist and leaned into her forehead. “Your p.u.s.s.y will feel my tongue tonight,” I growled, “but for now . . .” I yanked, tearing the material away from her body, the pathetic threads disappearing in the black interior of the car.

She wrapped her smooth fingers around my d.i.c.k, which stood as stiff as a flagpole, and positioned it underneath her, working me into her tight body. My jaw dropped open with my gasp as I crowned her.

Looking into her eyes, her full, beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s begging for my attention, I punched my hips up and sheathed my c.o.c.k so deep inside her that she screamed, hitting the roof with her hand as she moaned and took in breath after quick breath.

“Jared!”

I held her hips, my body tense and tight as I closed my eyes and sank in to the hilt.

My c.o.c.k throbbed inside her, and slivers of pleasure shot from my stomach and thighs, all leading inward to my groin.

f.u.c.k, she was tight.

I took her a.s.s in my hands and rocked her into me, my lips layered with hers. “f.u.c.k me, Tate,” I breathed out, begging against her mouth. “f.u.c.k me like you hate me.”

She pulled her hips back, and then slammed into me again, throwing her head back with a moan.

“Yes,” I growled.

Her back was pressed against the steering wheel, and I dived down, sucking a nipple into my mouth as she f.u.c.ked me.

Her hips rolled into me, grinding her wet heat into my body so I felt every tight inch of her. She moved up and down my c.o.c.k, faster and faster, back and forth, her hips rolling forward and backward, forward and then backward again, and I held her sweet body, already glistening with sweat as she rode me like I was her f.u.c.king toy.

She leaned back, flashing me a grin before she ripped my shirt and jacket wide, bringing them both down my arms.

“Get it off,” she ordered.

I whipped the jacket and shirt away, my f.u.c.king d.i.c.k throbbing a mile a minute inside her as I tossed my s.h.i.t I don’t know where. She reached down, reclining the seat all the way and hooking her thigh over mine, hanging it out the open door.

And she rode me hard. Her hand fisted the seat belt strap on the side of the door, while her other hand gripped my chest, and I held her hips, watching her look so beautiful it almost hurt.

“Oh, Christ,” I groaned, gripping one of her t.i.ts so hard I was probably bruising it. “Baby, your hips are like a f.u.c.king machine.”

Her head had fallen back, and I tensed every muscle in my chest and abs as I arched my head back, too. She was relentless, not breaking pace for a second.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, and I opened my eyes to see her face tilted up to the roof.

She gasped. “I’m sorry, baby,” she said breathlessly, smiling, “but love you or hate you, this is how I f.u.c.k you.”

And then she rose, coming down even harder on me, no longer rolling her hips but bouncing.

I squeezed my eyes shut, taking her attack. s.h.i.t.

Blood flooded my c.o.c.k, but I didn’t want to come yet.

“Everything else may change, but never the way I love you,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.

Resuming old habits, when she wanted to come one way, and I wanted to have her another way, I found myself taking control to bring her over the edge. Arching my hips up, I thrust between her thighs, holding her hips tight and bringing her down, impaling her just as hard as she was sheathing me.

“Oh, G.o.d,” she moaned, and I leaned up closer to her, sucking on the flesh of her breast as I f.u.c.ked her from the bottom. “I love when you do that.”

I smiled against her skin and lay back down, taking control, thrusting and grinding, f.u.c.king her deep, and rubbing my thumb over her c.l.i.t.

“Come on,” I urged, feeling her hair and her sweat graze my fingers on her back. “I want you spread for me on the hood, so I can taste how wet you are.”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “G.o.d, I love you, Jared.”

And she rode me faster, grinding more and more when my d.i.c.k found the perfect spot, ma.s.saging her until her whole body tightened up and she started moaning.

“Jared,” she cried. “Oh . . .” Her hips f.u.c.ked again and again and again, and she dug her nails into my chest, throwing her head back and coming all over me.