Page 142 of Wildest Dreams

“Harder,” I growl, gripping at her breasts as I shove it back inside. “Grip that shit, baby. Squeeze as hard as you can.”

She whimpers against the pillow, turning her gorgeous face so that she can look at me. “Are you sure–?”

“Yes,” I grunt, releasing one of her breasts so that I can fist her hair. I wind it tight over my knuckles and then pull it taut, arching her back. “Hard. Please.”

Her fist turns into a vise around my balls and my vision goes blind.

“Oh yeah. Good girl,” I pant, pumping frantically. “Keep squeezing like that and I’m gonna give you my–”

The first spurt of my release shoots into the condom and I sink my teeth into her neck, grunting as I come.

I pull her hair tighter, my other palm caressing her breasts, as my cock jerks inside her, long and thick and solid.

“You’re doing so well,” I rasp, my chest pumping hard against her shoulders. “Just a couple more pumps, baby. Just a couple more.”

I groan as I stroke her nipples before spanking my palm against her behind.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she whimpers, one of her hands gripping into the back of my neck. She keeps her other fist tight around my sac, helping me shoot out my release.

I nuzzle into her neck and grunt roughly with every thrust, hauling her tight against my chest the second that my release finally empties.

I slip the length of myself slowly out of her, and kiss her gently as I tug off the condom.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur, hissing as my cock nudges against her ass. I lean up so that she can settle onto her backand then I carefully position myself on top of her. “That was… fucking perfect.”

“Yeah,” she whispers, breasts heaving quickly up and down.

I smirk lazily down at her and then hunch low so that I can smell her neck.

“Mmm,” I murmur, eyes closing as she runs her fingers through my hair.

I roll us onto our sides, kiss her gently, and hold her closer. She buries her face between the muscles of my chest. I restrain my cock when it starts nudging its way back to her pussy.

“Can I…?” she starts, not meeting my gaze as I pull back to look at her.

“Anything you want, the answer’s yes,” I murmur, massaging my fingers through her hair. “What is it?”

“Um.” She twists her lips to the side, frowning angrily at one of my nipples. “Can I stay in your tent tonight?” she asks my pecs, making me chuckle quietly and squeeze her tighter.

She looks up at me, nervous and wary, but I just grin and crush my mouth down on hers. A small laugh tinkles out of her as I rub our foreheads together.

“Of course you’re staying in my tent, baby,” I murmur. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Chapter 33

Aisling

Present day

I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping, the tent glowing orange in the morning light. I lift my head from Tanner’s broad chest and he groans quietly, immediately slapping his hand down over his eyes.

He repositions us gently, my back meeting the soft sheet that we slept on as Tanner nudges his large quads between my thighs.

“Not ready to sneak you back over to your tent yet,” he rumbles in his deep morning voice, stubble scraping over my breasts as he laps gently at my nipples.

“Don’t make me go,” I plead teasingly, giggling into my hand when he smirks up at me, sucking harder.

He leans up and cages a thick forearm above my head, grinning cockily down at me as he rubs his length between my thighs. Then he dips down to kiss me gently, a growl in his throat as he pushes my knees wide.

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