Chapter Twenty-Three #2
Our eyes are locked on each other, and when she raises a hand to place over my arm, I have a second of regret thinking it’s too much for her.
I should have known better.
Berkleigh wraps her fingers around my wrist and pulls me in, a silent beckoning for more. For harder. For longer and forever.
Good thing, too, because if she thinks she’s leaving or going back to her place or any of that shit, she needs a serious reality check.
“You’re mine, Berkleigh.” I slam inside her one more time, then pull out and stand at the foot of the bed, her ankles in each of my hands.
I pull her to the edge and flip her around like she’s my own private blow up doll and I can do whatever the fuck I want to it. To her. Just like she can do whatever the fuck she wants to me.
My hand lands on her ass, once, then again for good measure, when she giggles at my caveman antics. Grabbing her hips, I get her ass nice and high, my hand pushing down at the small of her back. She doesn’t need more prompting than that, she knows exactly what I want.
“Don’t fucking move.” I can’t help it. I bend at the waist and kiss the red imprint on her ass cheek, and she tastes so fucking good that I sink my teeth in and suck.
She moans at that so I do it again on the other cheek. I smirk at the claim I just staked before walking to the bedside table and taking out what I need.
It’s the middle of the night. We should be sleeping. We should be resting after the shitshow that was yesterday, but all I can focus on is the perfection of her ass and how much I want to fuck it.
With my lube on the bed beside her thigh, I place both hands on her hips and thrust inside, fucking her pussy hard enough to make her slide up the mattress. I pull her back to me and start over again, getting my dick nice and wet with her natural lube as it drips all over me and her thighs.
One hand snakes around to the front, her clit hard and wet, just waiting for some attention. I give her just enough to make her scream before I stop.
She’s not coming yet.
Soon, but not yet.
“Oh my God, Tanner. I will cut you.” I chuckle. I love it when she’s crazed, I don’t feel so alone in that box.
“It’s not the threat you think it is, Sweet Bee.”
Grabbing the lube, I place the bottle up high above her ass crack and squeeze. Her gasp is immediate as the cool gel hits her hot skin then slides down between her ass cheeks. I’m fascinated by the drip, drip, drip of it onto the bed. The way it coats her skin and gives me better access to her.
I keep fucking her like we’re on a boat, a comfortable lull while I get her ready.
From the corner of my eye, I see her hand sneaking in between the bed and her clit. I smirk.
“Oh, Sweet Bee, being a bad girl isn’t going to make that orgasm come any faster.
” Quick as a viper, I snap up her wrist and lock it against the small of her back, pressing hard.
I keep fucking her, faster even, because her little stunt is turning me on more than it should.
Fuck, everything she does makes me want to pummel her pussy twenty-four-seven.
The closer she gets to her elusive orgasm, the wetter her pussy. I get her ready with a finger in her ass, then two. My cock keeps up the rhythm, thrusting in and out of her pussy and making her moan then cry out that it’s too much.
It’s not. She can take it all. It’s a damn shame I’m too fucking possessive to share her because I’d love to see her fucking two dicks at the same time, if said dicks were both mine. As it stands, I would slit another man’s throat for touching her, so a threesome is out of the fucking question.
A dildo, though? Yeah, we’re going to need that next time.
While I scissor my fingers inside her ass, getting her nice and ready with lube galore, I make a mental note to take her to a toy store upstate.
“Fuck, Tanner. I need it harder.”
“You need exactly what I give you.” I pull my dick out of her pussy, bend at the waist as I pull apart her ass cheeks, and lick a path from her wet pussy lips straight up to her asshole.
My tongue dips in, getting a taste of the darkest parts of her before I practically come from the sweetness of her.
Like fucking honey spiked with cocaine and doused in the finest Scottish whiskey.
She’s a masterpiece inside and out and she’s all mine.
With her taste on my tongue, I fist my cock and press the tip to her well-oiled hole, the muscles spasming, waiting, anticipating my entry.
“Tanner.”
“Wait for it.”
I put us both out of our misery as I push the head of my dick in the tiniest bit and wait for her to beg again.
I’m punishing myself as much as her, but I have to hear her need dripping from her lips.
My legs are trembling waiting for her. My dick is about to take over this insanity. Why am I waiting? Why am I edging us?
“Fuck, Tanner. Just fuck me, will you?” Before I can anticipate her next move, she backs herself into me and tops me from the bottom.
I’d be impressed if I weren’t so shocked.
My dick slides in without much effort. Good call on the copious amounts of lube or else she’d be screaming instead of moaning.
Both are music to my ears, but my end goal is to make her come, not traumatize her from anal. That would fucking suck.
Slowly, I get into a rhythm as I fuck her hole and keep myself under control.
“Let go, Tan, fuck me like I’m your personal little whore.” Her words have me frozen before my brain catches up and my head falls back with a breathy “fuck” escaping my lips.
She may not be trying to kill me, but she’ll get there if she continues to turn me on like this.
I need both of my hands to fuck her the way she deserves, so I let go of her wrist and she immediately brings it to her clit. I let her. I’m not going to last long.
“Fuck your clit, Sweet Bee, make yourself come.”
My hips are losing their rhythm, my need for her is making every nerve ending in my body light up like a fucking night sky on the Fourth of July.
Every thrust has her moving up the bed and I follow until we’re both on the mattress and she starts screaming my name like a prayer coupled with a threat and it’s my undoing.
Berkleigh is rubbing herself on the comforter like a cat in heat while I’m buried deep inside her ass, two fingers sinking inside her pussy. I can feel my dick through the thin layer that separates my hand from my cock and it’s how I know I’m trembling with my need for her. My need to come.
“Fill my ass with your cum, Tanner. Please, please, I can’t take anymore.”
“Fuuuuuuck!” I spill everything I have inside her. My head is thrown back with both hands now on her hips holding on for dear life. Holding on to her. To us.
When I collapse on top of her, I roll us to the side and wrap my arms and legs around her like a sloth, and the best part is that she lets me as she buries herself in the nook right beneath my chin.
Does my entire body ache from yesterday? Fuck yes. Do I care? Not even a little bit.
“I don’t want to ruin this moment, but we’re gonna need to talk about your stalking at some point.” I roll my eyes. I mean, she’s right, but it’s not like it even matters. She’s never leaving me. I won’t let her. So she may as well just accept that.
“Or I could just fuck your tight little ass every time you bring it up.”
“Orrrr…no conversation for me, no pussy for you.”
And this is why women are superior to us.
Fucking touché.