Page 8 of Home Run

“Tanner, I need you to move.”

A smile tugged up one side of his mouth. “You mean like this?” he asked, his hips rolling slowly, grinding over my clit with precision accuracy.

My only response was to arch my back, pressing my chest into his.

“Yeah, you like that?” he gritted out, his hips drivingforward again. “I’ve thought about this moment. Every time I’ve jerked off I’ve thought about your pussy, and howthis momentwould feel. You wrapped around my dick.”

I never thought I’d be one to get turned on by commentary during sex, and if anyone was going to do it, it would be Tanner, given he never shut up at any point of the day. But this was another level. Every time he mentioned my pussy, another flood of arousal seeped out of me.

Pulling back to rest on his haunches, he dragged me down the bed with him. Watching him watch as he slipped inside me, his teeth sinking into his lip trying to maintain a shred of control was maybe the single hottest experience of my life to date.

“That’s right, soak my cock.” His fingers dug into my flesh so hard I knew they’d leave marks. When he glanced up at me, there was fire in his eyes. “You ready to hold on tight.”

I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. But I wasn’t going to stop him.

Bending my knees back, he pushed down and thrust forward. I barely got the chance to cry out or catch my breath before it happened again, and again. Over and over.

My first orgasm, which had never properly subsided, twisted around my spine in a terrifying way.

“Tell me who your pussy belongs to,” Tanner growled above me. “Tell me, Millie.”

“Youuu.”

“Yeah, it does. Your pussy was made for me. Made for my cock. Never forget it. Mine.”

It was hard to disagree when he slowly drove his magical cock inside me. It was hard to remember my own name.

Tanner shifted, releasing my knees and hooking them around his hips, dropping so close to me I barely needed to lift my head to brush my lips to his.

“I’ve never felt anything like this.” Tanner’s fingers gripped my jaw, and his mouth dropped to mine, needy and wet. “You’re so perfect, Millie. This was worth the wait.”

I was inclined to agree, though I didn’t even knowthisexisted. And to have it with Tanner Simpson of all people.

“I’m so fucking close.” He groaned, shifting again so his hips flexed. It’s enough to set a trembling in my thighs I couldn’t control. “That’s right, let me have it.”

Grinding against my clit one last time was all it took. I was done for. I was pressed so hard into the mattress by his massive body that I could do nothing but survive the explosion as he pistoned himself inside me until he collapsed to the side with a cry loud enough to shake the walls.

Whatwasthat?

It happened quickly. An almost overwhelming surge of emotion. One minute I was lying next to Tanner, still basking in the glow of my orgasm, and the next realization smacked me hard in the face.

I’d added myself tothe list.The one with the multitudes of women who’d slept with Tanner Simpson. It didn’t matter I may have just had the best sex of my life. That’s probably what happened to all of them.

I sat up, only to be immediately wrapped back in his arms.

“Where d’you think you’re going?”

“What?”

“I want to cuddle.”

Cuddle? Twisting around, I looked down at him. “You want to what?”

“I want to cuddle.”

Okay, that wasn’t what I was expecting. Did he cuddle with all of them? “You’re not leaving?”

“What? Why would I leave?”

---