Page 72 of Home Run

“My memory bank of you, that I use to jerk off every day,” he replied, taking each breast in his palms as if to test the weight, the roughness of his calluses providing the perfect friction. “And man, that shade of pink you blush really suits you.”

There was nothing for me to respond, and when his tongue darted out, flicking across one of my sensitivenipples, I could only groan. And glancing down, the sight of his massive cock jerking against my stomach, rock hard and leaking pearls of precum, had me rolling my hips, grinding against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

“You want this? It’s all for you.” Wrapping his fist around his dick, he stroked himself so leisurely I almost wept. “You make me so fucking hard, Mills.”

Without waiting for him to ask, I knelt and lined myself up.

That initial sensation of easing down onto his dick was indescribable. Every nerve ending quivered with anticipation while I adjusted to his size. The fire I’d woken up with had barely been quenched by my first orgasm. I was ready for more.Desperate.

“Fuuuck.” The way he hissed through elongated vowels and a deep groan expressed it perfectly. “Skin on skin with you, there’s nothing better.”

Skin on skin.

It was something he’d said before, and I’d thought about it nearly every day since. The idea I had something with Tanner that no one else had was becoming a powerful aphrodisiac.

“Tan, was it the truth when you said you’d never not used protection before?”

“Only with you, Mills,” he rasped out, gripping my thighs and rocking me in his lap, shooting tiny sparks inside my spine. “Fucking incredible, isn’t it?”

“Mmm.”

His hand fell to my belly again. “Is this okay for you? We’re not hurting the baby?”

“We’re not hurting the baby.”

“Good. Then take it, take what you need.”

Leaning back against the headboard, his hands stayed clasped around my hips, but still allowing me to have control. Tanner’s dick was filling me so much I could barely breathe, let alone move. Every time I did, it set off a series of tiny spasms curling my entire body.

I waited until I couldn’t take it any longer, until I could see the torture on Tanner’s face too. Slowly, I started rolling my hips, positioning my clit for the perfect grind.

“Fuck, you look so good with my dick inside you.” Tanner groaned, his finger digging tighter and spurring me on. “Go on, baby. Show me what you want.”

It was hard to tell whether I was moving, or Tanner was movingme. And then his thumb stretched out and brushed over my clit.

“Oh god, Tan.”

“Yeah, say my name again.”

“Tanner.”

“It sounds so good. My name belongs on your lips.”

Blinking my eyes open, I found Tanner with an expression on his face, the same one he always wore when he looked at me. Only this time I could see it for what it was—like I was the only person in the world. It was overwhelming and affirming, and such a turn-on all at the same time that I had to close my eyes again before it made my head spin.

Tanner’s hands found their way into my hair, pushing through the nape of my neck. Wrapping the strands around his fist, he tugged until I had no option but to arch against him and his lips so he could drag his tongue between my breasts and up.

I didn’t know you could be hard and gentle all at once, but Tanner managed it, taking my mouth and kissing me so deeply while flipping me onto my back without breaking connection. Beads of sweat pooled between us, formed from the heat of our bodies.

Hooking my knees up around his hips, he hovered over me, protecting me from his weight.

“Ace said dimples came from fucking.” He punctuated each word with a long, slow thrust that had me spiraling.

“Is that what you’re doing? Trying to give our baby dimples?”

“Nah, I don’t think we have to worry about that.” He flashed his own set of dimples and drove forward again. “This is all me.”

“Ohh…yes. Tan, dothat.”

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