A second orgasm overtook me, and this time, my cries turned into screams when he rubbed my clit and pounded into me.
Tackle pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and lifted me up on my knees. His hands gripped my waist as he continued his body’s assault on mine.
“Come with me, Sloane,” he growled. “I want to feel it.”
As if I had any control over the orgasms he brought me to, but my body listened and did as he asked. His fingertips dug into my skin as he thrust one more time. I could feel him pulsing inside me.
He stilled and rolled us both to our sides, pulling my back flush with his front after he removed the condom. He moved my sweat-drenched hair and kissed the side of my face. “There’s so much we need to talk about.”
Like I’d had no control over my orgasms, I couldn’t stop my body from stiffening with his words.
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Tackle
“Not now,” I said. “Now, we rest.”
My guess was the one question she wouldn’t want to answer was whether I was the first man she’d been with. Was there even a reason I needed to know? Other than how much it had turned me on when she confirmed that my mouth was the first to bring pleasure to her pussy. With that one thought, my cock stiffened.
I tightened my grip around her waist, moved her hair from her neck, and licked the moisture that coated her skin. Chill bumps covered her arms, and she shuddered.
“I really should—”
“Whatever you’re about to say, Sloane, the answer is no.”
“But I have to—”
“Do you? Really? Or are you just attempting to run like you did the first time?”
“You don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”
“Don’t I? Are you about to lie and tell me you have to go back to work?”
“How do you know I’d be lying?”
“In the same way I knew every other time you lied in all the time I’ve known you.”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”
“Tell me the truth, Sloane. Do you have to go into work this late in the day on a Friday?”
“No.”
“Since you were so sweet to tell me the truth, you deserve a reward.” I shifted away from her and trailed kisses from her neck and all the way down her spine. When I made it to the dimples right above her ass, I reached between her legs and fingered the sweet pussy I was quickly growing addicted to. “I’m going to ask you another question, Sloane. If you tell me the truth, the rewards will keep right on coming.”
“Can you just keep doing what you’re doing and stop talking?”
I moved my hand away and rested it on her tummy.
“No,” she groaned.
“No answers, no rewards.”
“You’re mean.”
“But I can be very, very nice.”
She huffed but then arched when I trailed my fingers back down to her pussy. “Ready?” I asked.
“For?”
“There’s something I want to know, and I don’t want you to lie to me.”
“God, Tackle, just ask me, for fuck’s sake.”
I swatted her bottom, and she yelped. “I only want you to say that word when you’re telling me how hard you want me to fuck you.”
“Did you really just spank me?”
“First of all, that ‘love tap’ could hardly constitute a spanking.” I put my fingers between her legs. “Second, tell me you didn’t like it.”
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red, she looked away, and I moved my hand from her pussy to her hip.
“You’re mean,” she repeated, sticking her lower lip out.
“What I am is a man who wants to give you all the pleasure you can handle. I ask very little in return.”
“What?”
“Do I want in return?”
She nodded.
“First, no matter what I ask, you answer truthfully.”
“What else?”
“When we’re together like this, naked, whatever I tell you to do, you do.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
I put my hand back between her legs and fingered her clit. “Then, you don’t get this.”
She was close; I could feel it. So when I took my hand away again, she cried out. “Stop teasing me.”
“Do you promise to be honest with me?”
She looked over her shoulder and scowled at me. “Is this the method you use to get all women to talk?”
I massaged her ass where I’d swatted her earlier. “Don’t ever say anything like that again. There aren’t women; there’s just you.”
“Right.”
That got her another swat.
She reached behind and rubbed her bottom, which brought the back of her hand in contact with my steel-hard cock. “Was there a question?” she muttered.
I put my mouth on her nape and sucked her flesh until I left a mark. “Was I your first, Sloane?” I tweaked her nipple when she didn’t answer right away.
“Ouch!” She pushed my hand away. “That hurts.”
“Answer me, Sloane.”
“Yes!” she cried. “You were my first.”
“Do you know how hard that makes me? How happy it makes me?”
“Where’s my reward?” she whined and moved my hand away from her breast.
I grabbed another condom, rolled it on as fast as I could, and thrust into her from behind.
Within seconds, she was writhing against me and screaming my name along with God’s. Oh, yeah, sex with Sloane was going to be all that I’d imagined and more. That she hadn’t been with any other man before me made me want to pound my chest and roar.
“Where would you like to have dinner?”
Sloane’s eyes met mine in the bathroom mirror. “Don’t you have…things to do?” She turned around and tried to scoot by me, but I blocked her escape.
“Italian?”
“Tackle, please move.”
“Not until you answer me.”
“I’m not hungry.”
I leveled my gaze at her and raised one eyebrow.
“Okay, jeez, I’m a little hungry.” She stared into my eyes when we both heard my phone ringing in the other room. “Don’t you need to get that?”
“Nope.”
“What if it’s work related?”
“It
