Page 1 of Dump Tackle My Heart
PROLOGUE-TANK
Daniela McNally iseverything I want in a woman.
Curvy. Delicious. Spunky. Bright.
And yeah, I’m a big fuckin’ bruiser, but I can be gentle for her.
I am gentle for her.
I’m not exactly a smart guy. But what I lack in brains, I make up for with my body.
Dani likes my body.
I know she does.
The way she melts under my touch, the way she gasps my name, the way she arches for more—hell yeah, Dani likes me and what I’m doing to her.
Her kisses? They’re warm and sweet. And so fucking earnest.
She tastes like bubble gum and those Tutti Frutti jellybeans I buy in bulk online.
On a scale from one to ten, this woman is a goddamn eleven.
She’s not some silicone supermodel or sports groupie. She’s real.
Big tits, soft belly, round hips, and thick thighs even my hands have to work to really grip.
She’s got big green eyes and dark curly hair. Right now, it’s spread across the pillow like a black cloud, and fuck me, she looks good.
Really fucking good.
I don’t do relationships—well, I never have. But Daniela makes me want to try.
She whimpers beneath me, her small hands clutching at my waist, pulling me closer, and I go willingly.
Anything for her. Everything for her.
I want her so badly. Even balls deep inside her, I want her.
The truth? She fucks like a fairy.
She’s so beautiful, I’m fucking spellbound.
This woman is pure magic.
Sensual, confident, brilliant—and totally out of my league.
But tonight, I finally have her right where I want her.
In this moment,she’s mine.
Every moan, every soft little whimper, every sassy quip she bites out between kisses—it’s all for me.
And I swear to God, I’ve never felt anything like it.
I’m head over heels, bruh.
“Tank! Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” she whimpers, and I grunt, driving into her with the same efficient accuracy I’m known for on the field.
