Page 122 of Finding Hope

“We’ll start in.” Palming his cock, I groan when his hands tighten on my ass to the point of pain.

Such pleasurable pain.

Rocking beneath me, he fucks my hand and bites my neck. Today was our foreplay. Now I’m ready for the best part. Already wet and waiting, I pull him out of his shorts, move the crotch of my shorts aside, line him up, and slide down over him in one single glide.

“Fuck!” He throws his head back against the headrest and scrunches his eyes closed.

The dash lights illuminate his stubbled jaw, and the streetlights from town create a halo in my hair.

Music continues to play through the car stereo, but his breathing is all I hear.

It feels like we’re the only people in the whole world.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I bring my lips back to his and begin sliding along his cock.

“Jesus.” I slump forward when he slams up from beneath.

Pleasure zings through my stomach and has me clenching around him. “Again.”

He lifts me by the hips, then slams me down and pushes the air from my lungs. “Fuck, Bambie. You feel so fuckin’ perfect.”

I nod against his shoulder and slide up his cock. “Uh-huh. So good.”

He picks me up, slams me down, and like a flash fire, has the pleasure pulsing through my blood. Like striking a match, the fast slide ignites me, but as soon as it’s over, my pleasure is doused and goes out.

“Faster, Jack.”

“Yeah.” Groaning, he slides a hand between us and roughly presses the pad of his thumb over my clit. With our lips fused, he easily lifts my weight, then slams me down. “Fuck, Bambie.” Grunting, he plays my body like an instrument. “I love you wrapped around me.”

Nodding, I lean forward and hug his face to my chest. Taking that as invitation, he pulls my top forward and plays with my nipples through my bra. Arching up tall, I feed him and work to stoke the fire deep inside my body.

My shorts are in the way. The whole damn car is in the way.

Reading my mind, Jack releases my breast and pushes the car door open. Picking me up off his lap, I cry at the lost contact and try not to fall on my face when he sets me on my feet on the gravel outside the car.

Following me out, he spins me so fast, it almost reminds me of the Jack I first met. “Turn around.” He presses my hands against the top of the door frame. “Hold on. I’m gonna fuck you, Bambie. I want the whole town to hear you scream my name.”

His demands and rough hands send me to the edge of insanity. He simply has to touch me and I’ll explode. The sounds of a tearing condom wrapper tease me, then as he rolls it on, my mouth salivates.

Taking my shorts, he roughly tugs them down my legs and slaps my ass so hard, I cry out. “Sexiest thighs I ever saw.” Mindlessly, he plasters his chest to my back and bites down on my shoulder. “Said you don’t work out, but you’re practically Tony Hawk’s cousin.” Shorts and panties lowered just enough, he takes my hip in one hand, and places the other beside mine.

Lining up, bending me low, he slams into me from behind and has me crying out on a whimper. He pistons against me, so fast and fluid, my release instantly teeters on the edge.

“Jack…”

“Gonna fuck you hard, Bambie.”

“Jack,” I whimper.

“Gonna fuck you every day.”

“Oh my God, Jack. You feel so good.”

He pushes my shoulder down low so my hands rest on the driver’s seat. “Gonna fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”

“I’m gonna go.”

“Go.” He slams into me again. “Go, Britt. I’ll build you up again.”

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