Page 7 of Home Run

Compared to Tanner, everyone I’d slept with before had been a boy. Tanner with thighs that could crack walnuts and abs sharp enough to grate cheese. His biceps and triceps looked like they’d been hewn from the marble statues of Roman gods. In short, I’d never seen anyone who looked like him. Not up close. Notever.

He was so hot I could weep.

I didn’t even care that heknewhow hot he was.

And then he dropped his pants.

I’d always heard stories about girls who’d slept with “well-endowed” guys. Horror stories of nights ending in the ER after too much enthusiasm. I was about to become one of those girls.

“Tanner…I…I…”

“You’re kicking yourself for waiting so long to sleep with me, aren’t you?” He stood at the end of the bed, lazily fisting his cock and not bothering to wait for an answer. “Don’t worry, if it hurts it’ll only hurt for a second, and I’ll make you feel so good after.”

I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to respond but he didn’t notice, instead bent down to pick up his pants and remove his wallet. After a second his eyes met mine, a thousand questions running through them.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he said eventually. “Mills. Tell me you’re on birth control.”

“I am.” I breathed out, using the last drop of breath in my body while his thumb began circling my clit. “God…yes.I am.I am.”

I’d barely finished speaking when the bed dipped again and my thighs were stretched wide. The head of his cock eased inside me, and I knew all bets were off. The control on his face was the most arousing thing I’d ever seen until he paused.

“Ahh, Millie Mills,fuck. Nine months, nine long months I’ve wondered how this would feel, andfuuck…it’s better than I ever dreamed. Your pussy is everything. Bare and…ohshiiit?—”

Another inch and the sensation of stretching around him was all it took for my eyes to roll back into my head. I’d never felt like this before, needy and coiled so tight it would cause damage the second it was released. Tanner upped the pressure on my clit, his thumb slipping through my arousal over and over until the telltale signs of an orgasm made themselves known.

“Oh yeah, that’s the face I want to see. Eyes on me, baby.”

“Tanner, move,” I rasped, trying to push myself down on his cock, my thighs shaking. But he held me in place.

“No way. I told you I wanted to see your face when you came. And I want to feel it on my cock, but we’re only at the beginning. So I’m gonna make you come now, and then I’m going to do it again.”

If I couldn’t see the tension rolling through his body—his shoulders, his arms, the flex of his abs—as he inched forward, I’d believe he was totally unaffected. I wanted to reach out and touch him but he was too far away, and when I moved, his thumb slipped down, increasing the pressure on my clit.

“Oh yes, let me feel you coming…squeeze my cock, Mills.”

“Ahh, ohgod.Jesus, Tanner,” I cried out, my body finally giving in as waves and waves crashed through me.

“Hearing my name on your lips…” He dropped down and his mouth found mine. “It’s never sounded better.”

The movement propelled his hips forward. I was so preoccupied with my orgasm exploding, and if he hadn’t already stolen the air from my lungs I would have passed out from his cock hitting my cervix.

I might have groaned, or it could have been a squeak. It wassomething, and it was because I’d never experienced anything like Tanner Simpson or his cock.

Experience was the exact word. That’s what this was,an experience.

His tongue swept around my mouth, kissing me with a gentleness while he stilled enough so I could adjust to his size, to the fullness of him, and the necessity for me to surrender to his strength. My fingertips ghosted over the taut muscles bracketing his spine, and down to his ass. Arock-hardass, all the while his soft, perfect mouth nipped at mine, and he brushed back my rain-soaked, tangled hair.

When he lifted his head and his eyes met mine, gone was the smirk and the insolence, replaced by what looked like surprise.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Tanner shifted his hips, rolling them forward a fraction. “Are you okay?”

I managed a nod, but in reality I wasn’t sure. The pressure was building inside me again, just that one simple movement was almost too much. A deep groan rumbled up Tanner’s throat as my body convulsed.

“You are perfect.”

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