Page 37 of The Catcher

“Fuck, I liked that.”

He finally peeled off his T-shirt, never taking his eyes off me. I felt boneless and limp, the back of my neck sticky and wet, and I only had the energy for a soft protest as he settled himself between my legs again, thrusting into my sore pussy, his mouth down again to my skin, already sore and marked from his ravenous mouth.

I stumbled out of bed the next morning, and almost bent double on my way to the bathroom. My cunt ached and throbbed with how long and hard he had taken me and I shoved the door behind me as I used the bathroom. Once I had washed my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. My nightshirt was covered in dirt and my hair looked like I had gone through a hedge backwards. The familiar marks stood out even more on my neck and chest. I touched one gently. It throbbed, but it was such a tender pain that it was almost pleasurable.

I reached absent-mindedly for my birth control pills and popped the foil, putting one in my mouth.

But I forgot the door was still open a crack.

And that he wasalways fucking watching me.

“What are you putting in your mouth?” he bit out.

I froze, turning to look at him. Either my brain or my mouth couldn’t come up with a plausible lie and I saw his face darken with anger as he got smoothly up from the bed and stalked into the bathroom. Tall, lean, totally fucking naked.

“Spit it out, Emrys, or you are going across my fucking knee,” he growled.

I tried to swallow the pill dry, but I was shitty at that, and his hand was on me before I had a chance to, yanking my jaw open and reaching impatiently into my mouth.

“No, Tanner,” I tried to say. But he had never ever stopped when I told him to, his fingers ripping my jaw open and swirling around my mouth until he found the pill. With a low curse, I saw him crush it between his fingers and throw the powder down the sink.

“Emrys Finnegan, you arenotsupposed to be on birth control!” he said angrily.

“Why?” I shrieked. “WhynotTanner?”

“Because you’re fuckingmine, and I want you goddamn bred and pregnant so you’ll stay in one fucking place and stop running away from me!”

He whirled around and ripped open my toiletries bag, upending the contents all over the sink and counter.

“Tanner, what in the world—” I cried, but he ignored me, yanking open all the drawers until he found my packet of pills. He whirled on me with furious eyes.

“I told you not to, Emrys.”

I felt my jaw drop and he tore open the package, sending the pills flying everywhere, and each one he crushed with his bighands. I felt rooted to the spot, and he grabbed me, shoving me against the bathroom counter. He yanked up my big shirt with one hand and spanked my ass, so hard it knocked my knees into the hard wood of the counter. Then he gripped me even tighter and spanked me again.

He pinned me tighter as I struggled, and he knocked my thighs apart with his knee, spreading my cunt so he could see it, then he sunk his cock in me. I yelped with pain, struggling against his hold, but he took me hard and fast, his hands so tight on my hips that I knew there’d be more bruises there tomorrow. He yanked me back against him and then his mouth was on my neck, savage and cruel, sucking, biting, pulling at my flesh.

He was so furious with me that his big hand landed several more times on my ass, making me shudder and shrink every time, but sending a wild, illicit thrill through me. If he would only tip my hips a bit. . . my face burned. But he never cared about that, only about taking me as hard as he could, leaving as many marks as he could on my skin.

When he was done, I still kept a hand on the sink to make sure I didn’t slip to the floor as he went through the rest of my things, grunting in satisfaction when he didn’t find any other pills.

“No more,” he said warningly.

“Why, Tanner?” I asked, my lip trembling, my knees feeling like they were jelly. “You said you never wanted a baby! Why are you doing this?”

His eyes glinted dangerously. I saw a long swipe of dirt on his neck, the marks of the grease the players smeared under their eyes on sunny bright days still on his face.

“The first time I saw you run from me,” he said. “I changed my mind. Now get on the bed.”

I turned around on my trembling legs and he followed me, long, lean body catching up quickly. He put a hand on mythroat, tracing a finger around the purple bruises there that were already showing from how hard he had sucked and bitten me. My breath caught in my throat.

Then he pushed me down on the bed on my face and he climbed over me, gripping my ponytail in his fist and then pounding into my sore and throbbing cunt until he was satisfied.

But I knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did. He would want more, always more.

He kept me on the bed when I was done, bending over to poke and prod my aching lips, make sure no cum dripped out. He put a pillow under me and tipped my hips up in the air.

“Stay there until I’m out of the shower,” he warned, giving my ass another slap. “I want that cum stayinginyour cunt. I want to put a baby in your belly.”

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