Chapter 22 #3
Tanner shook his head. “No. I’ve never even spent time with a woman on the ranch before.”
“Ever?” She asked.
Tanner shook his head again, his mouth still watering to taste her. “You’re the only one, April. The only woman I want in my home. In my bed.”
“Then take me,” she said, reaching for him. “Make me yours.”
Tanner didn’t need to hear more. He promptly took one of her nipples in his mouth.
She sucked in a breath, which only egged him on.
He rolled it with his tongue, grazing his teeth over it, and sucking on it until her breaths were coming out in small pants, her chest rising and falling with them.
Then he went to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, all too aware of how thick and engorged his cock was becoming.
He had to taste her. Dropping to his knees, he attacked her down there like he was a man starving for his last meal.
She gasped, but opened her legs wider, exposing herself to him completely.
There was an addictive sweetness to her that had his tongue lapping at her with a fury he’d never felt before.
He wanted more of her. Her taste. Her moans.
The way she was already squirming, her little muscles tightening around him.
He wanted to leap and shout for joy because any moment she was going to -
Everything went still as he not only watched, but felt her come undone.
She was the only thing that mattered, the only woman he wanted, the only one he’d ever love like this.
His tongue lapped up every drop, savoring, worshipping, thoroughly enjoying every second, until she was completely wrung out.
“Tanner,” she breathed, and he was there, his arms wrapping around her, his mouth pressing against hers, his tongue searching for hers. She could probably taste herself in that moment, but she didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it seemed to be turning her on even more.
He didn’t miss when her fingers drifted to his belt, nor did it escape him how quickly she undid the buckle and unfastened his jeans.
Every muscle in his body tensed with anticipation as she kept eye contact with him as she slowly tugged his zipper down, as if she was trying to prolong this moment.
He almost forgot how to breathe when she started pulling his jeans and boxer briefs down at the same time.
Cool air hit the tip of his engorged head, and combined with the sensation of her warm fingers brushing along the sensitive skin, he let out a breath that sounded like something between a moan and a groan.
Who was he kidding? He was barely in control of his central nervous system right now, let alone his vocal cords.
Then she slipped off the bale of hay, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her mouth around his shaft. All the air left his lungs as he threw his head back, unable to speak, barely able to breathe at the sensation of her sucking on him.
With her tongue circling his head, she looked up at him, her green eyes clouded with desire.
He stroked the side of her face. Nothing compared to the feeling of her sweet mouth wrapped around his cock.
There was something about this woman, her beauty, her smile, even the way she smelled like his favorite childhood treat - it made him want to do everything in his power to keep her in his life.
But having her mouth on him, touching him like this, it was the closest he’d ever come to knowing what heaven felt like.
Sure, he’d been with other women, but it had never felt like this.
She reached up with one hand and her fingers landed on his chest. She could touch him anywhere she wanted to and he’d love every second of it.
But she started circling his nipple again with the tips of her fingers, while his dick was still in her mouth.
Those pink lips wrapped tight around him.
Her green eyes staring up at him like he was the moon and the stars she’d searched for her whole life.
This was too much. “April,” he growled her name in warning of what she was doing to him, but she ignored it and kept going.
He was so close to coming, he could already feel himself leaking.
Dammit, he didn’t want this to be over yet.
But then she shocked the shit out of him and took him balls deep.
No woman had ever deepthroated him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head just as his cock hit the back of her throat.
She choked and gagged, but didn’t let go, sucking and licking around him until he was sure she was going to be the death of both of them.
“April,” he warned, “get off, I’m gonna come. ”
But she didn’t so much as stop to breathe as she kept milking him for everything he was worth.
His whole body tensed as heat grew from the base of his spine and thick ropes jetted out of him down her throat.
His hands went to the top of her head, his fingers gently digging into her damp curls.
Everything came to a standstill as he came hard and long, his legs nearly giving out under him until he was empty and nearly slumped over her at the waist.
She came off him with a pop and a huge grin, her pink lips shining from his cum.
Then she giggled, and Tanner swore he’d love her forever and kill anyone who ever tried to lay a hand on his woman.
With his knees still shaking from the monstrous orgasm she’d just given him, Tanner pulled her into his arms and collapsed with her on the bale of hay, making sure her skin only touched him and the blanket, so she didn’t get scraped by the hay.
“You killed me, you little sugar cookie devil,” he said with a deeply satisfied, but lazy grin.
April pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and his cock quickly perked up.
He could do this all night with her. For the rest of his life.
And he’d never get tired. Never want for anything else.
He’d never brought a woman home. He’d dated of course, and even had a few one-night stands.
But April was different, and not because she was Violet’s aunt.
He’d fallen for her long before he ever knew about his daughter.
But now that he had them both, he’d die before ever letting them go.
April’s words from earlier echoed in his mind about how he made her feel like she was flying, and he completely understood. Because being around her made him feel like he could do anything. Be anyone. And yet, right here and now, the only thing he wanted to be was hers.