Page 209 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Tongue twisted and noisy.

We’re fighting for breath, our arms moving across our bare flesh. Gliding along curves and muscled lines while the heat between us spikes to a dizzying state.

Impatiently growling, he takes the lead as he buries his tongue in my mouth. I all but melt into him, submitting to his need to take the reins and lead us into the spiraling wavelength of pleasure that awaits us.

I’m lost in all of him.

His assertiveness.

His perfect physique.

The soothing aroma of his cologne all but makes me feel like I’m driving through the mountains filled with pine, flowers, musky wood, and a pinch of crisp air.

My hands run through his silky locks as my body enjoys the sensitive movements of his calloused hands that stray along my sweltering flesh.

I know he wants to take this straight into mind-boggling sex, but I can’t help but break the kiss to flick those golden barbells that accessorize his hard nipples. There’s no need to fathom words to explain what I want.

Moving with intent until my tongue gets what it desires, his moan and shiver encourage me to continue. I trail my tongue in circles as I briefly flick the hard buds. My hand is already multitasking, working along his length, which is dripping impatiently while the veiny surface builds my own excitement.

My pussy is pooling with arousal by the time I’m satisfied enough for him to take control once more.

“Mickey, you have to do that more often,” he grunts between kisses while I feel his cock begin to ease along my dripping cunt in preparation. “But now, I desperately need to be inside you.”

“Please, Ace,” I plead because I want this so bad.

“Beg for it, Sweetheart.”

He needs validation.

To confirm what we’re about to do.

“God, Ace, please,” my very voice is shaking with yearning. “Fuck me until I can’t fucking take it anymore.”

“??????? ????,” he grunts in Russian.

Then he buries himself inside me.

The move is everything—the gliding in-and-out motion, thanks to how wet my pussy is.

Letting my head fall back, my moan is so loud, it echoes out of the open passages of the car into the vast hollow forest. My whole body shudders with buzzing sensations. The fullness Ace’s cock delivers with every thrust is driving me wild.

“Fuck, this pussy,” he groans and has an arm hooking around my waist to pull me even closer. “Tight and all mine.”

Our closeness isn’t enough. He plasters me against him while my back presses against the surface of the back seats, the chilled leather only contributing to the growing rise of pleasure coiling inside me.

His shaft is deep, his thrusts fast and hard. We’re wrapped together like a formed cocoon, the two of us thriving on this rooted connection that will bring us both over the edge of sweet blissfulness.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts as my moans get louder. “Let me hear you. Let the whole fucking forest hear you being fucked by your man.”

“A-Ace,” I cry out his name again and again, inching closer to the edge of orgasmic reach. I can barely breathe, each breath a mission to take, while my body bounces with every deep thrust.

We’re kissing one second, moaning the next.

His lips find somewhere to claim, whether it’s my flesh or my hard nipples. The closer I get to euphoria, the harder I try to reach for something that could slow this uncontrollable pace of elation, but I know it’s impossible to control.

Impossible to stop.

There’s no way of taming this any longer.

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