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of his cock. The movement was greeted by another appreciative rumble deep in his chest. He had to be inside her, sink as deep as he could get. Hard. Fast. Now.
    Slackening his hold on her, Jack reached for the back of her dress and tugged down the zipper. When he slipped the straps from her shoulders the bodice crumpled and her bare breasts were exposed to the night air. Her nipples lengthened and hardened, a sob escaping her lips as his warm hands cupped the sensitive flesh and squeezed. Taking each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and kneaded until she gave a husky cry.
    Jack guided the fabric of her dress over her hips, down until it pooled at her feet.
    “Bend over, elbows on the car and spread your legs.” Popping her hips, Jack ripped her panties from her even before she had time to catch her next breath. The smell of her arousal wafted up to his nostrils. With a thundering heart Jack took a moment to admire the view. He wanted to remember this, to burn the image of her spread across the hood of his car, her perfectly rounded ass in the air, her cheeks exposed. He loved the sexy indents that dimpled the top of her ass. He promised himself he would kiss them both later, tickle his tongue inside the little dips before trailing lower and fucking her with his tongue. The quiver of her thighs drew his attention, strong and shapely and spread for him. This was all for him. He reached out and traced the line of one of those perfectly rounded cheeks, smiling when she gasped and pushed back to fill his hand.
    Unzipping his trousers, he lifted his cock free, stroking once, twice before aiming at her creamy entrance.
    She chose that moment to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes pleading she whispered, “Take me, Jack.”
    Those were the sweetest words he had ever heard in his life, and needing no further encouragement, he dipped his knees and thrust high and fast. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he stopped. “Did I hurt you?”
    Merry shook her head. “Big. So good. Don’t stop,” she panted.
    Slowly, he worked the last few inches inside her. Placing a foot on the bumper, he all but clambered on the hood to get deeper inside her.
    Lifting her hips, Merry drove back onto him.
    And all hell broke loose.
    Desperate strangled sobs and wet, slapping noises saturated the night as they pounded together. Placing a hand between her shoulder blades, and with a gentle push, he forced her down so that her upper body was flat on the car. The effect forced her ass higher in the air. Grabbing on to her hips, Jack picked up speed, withdrawing until only the bulbous head of his cock was left inside her and then thrusting fiercely until he hilted deep. With every withdrawal he felt her pussy quiver and tighten, her body eager to hold on to him.
    Jack threw his head back, his voice hoarse, he groaned, “You’re so fucking wet.”
    Merry cried out unable to help herself when his fingers slipped through the syrupy wetness drenching her folds to find her clit, pushing down, circling, dragging her closer and closer.
    “Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me you’re mine.”
    “Jack, please,” Merry begged, desperation tainting her voice.
    “Tell me.”
    “I’m yours…all yours. Please Jack… I—” her voice broke then. With a scream that came from her toes Merry contracted around him, holding him deep inside her she sobbed his name over and over as the spasms rocked her body.
    “Merry.” Her name was torn from his throat as she tightened, clamping like a vise around him. It was too much. Unable to hold back his own orgasm, his hips jerking, his body lunged forward to cover hers. Jack bit into her shoulder as he came, his thick cum spurting inside her with every pulse. They lay like that, spread-eagled across the car, neither of them willing or able to move until their breathing recovered.
    “Love you,” Jack murmured against her back when he was finally able to speak the words roaring in his head.

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