“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes. Tanner, more.”
He’s only so happy to oblige, and give me exactly what I want, and I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, barely holding on. “Tanner,” I warn, knowing there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold on much longer, my body far too wound up.
“I know, baby. I fucking know,” he tells me, his fingers digging into my skin. “I’m right there with you. Give it to me, Killer. I wanna feel your tight little cunt squeezing me.”
His words are my undoing, and I explode around him, my orgasm blasting through me, pulsing through every last nerve in my body and sending me into an intense bliss. My pussy spasms, convulsing around his thick cock as he continues working my clit. I don’t dare stop, my hips rocking and grinding, feeling him so deep inside me as I ride out my high, watching his face as he comes with me.
Coming down from my high, my head drops to his shoulder and he holds me up, his fingers drawing soft circles against my skin as he remains seated inside me. A moment passes when I finally catch my breath and raise my head to meet his stare, his dark eyes already on mine. A million things rush through my mind, but when I open my mouth to say something, not a damn word comes out.
The cocky bastard winks. “Speechless, huh?”
A laugh tears out of me and I shove at his chest. “Is this the part where I tell you I think we should just be friends?”
Tanner smirks back at me, his eyes dancing as though he’s never been so happy. “Wow, your pussy is still clenched around my cock and you’re already trying to shoot me down.”
I lean in and brush my lips over his, clenching a little tighter just to make a point and almost die of desire at the sound of his hungry groans. “Figured an ego like yours could handle being knocked back.”
He captures my lips in his and kisses me with greed before gently pulling back, his eyes sparkling. “If only you meant it,” he tells me, his arm scooping under my leg and lifting me off him. His cock pulls free, and a hollowness shatters me just as my back slams against the rough bark of a tree.
Tanner’s body presses against me and I gasp, desire pooling between my legs, needing him all over again. He adjusts his hold on me and I groan as he pushes back inside me, this new position taking him so much deeper. “You ready, Killer?” he asks, his tongue rolling over his lips and warning me that this is about to get rough in all the best ways. “What we did on my bike was nothing but a warmup.”
Well, shit.
I can’t say that this is what I expected of my night, but now that he’s right here, staring me in the face … Well, he’s more than just staring me in the face, he’s already so deep inside of me that if I’m not careful, I'll be feeling him in my throat soon. Either way, I'm not about to say no. If Tanner Morgan wants to spend his night making me come over and over again, then who the hell am I to deny him?
Chapter 28
BRIELLE
Four times. Four fucking times. I haven’t even come that much when I’m on my own.
My knees shake as Tanner helps me back onto his bike, my arms curling around his waist. I have no idea where we stand, but what I do know is that when it comes to sex, we are more than compatible. It was everything and more.
I’m not going to lie, despite how much he’s pushed me away and how much I’ve tried to hate him, I always knew it would come down to this. I knew we were going to end up having this moment together, I just didn’t expect that it would be out in the middle of some half-abandoned property with the rest of my classmates on the other side of the trees. In my head, I’d imagined it happening in either one of our rooms, and I have to be honest, I may have had one or two sex dreams that involved fucking on the roof outside my bedroom window, but never in a million years did I expect to have fucked Tanner Morgan on his bike and up against a tree. We ended up on the ground at some point, and my brain is too full of post sex-fog to even remember at what point he ate my pussy like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. All I remember is that it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Tanner Morgan—ten out of ten, highly recommended.