Book 4 - Page 51 (1/2)

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 s.h.i.+fted 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 s.h.i.+rt 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 pus.h.i.+ng 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.”