Page 52 of The Catcher

I sniffed disdainfully, and focused my eyes on the ceiling, refusing to look at him.

“Come on,” he said again. “Just tell me what I can fucking do so you aren’t mad at me. I can’t stand it when you won’t talk to me.”

I ignored him, but he yanked my leggings down suddenly, with one savage motion.

“Don’t even think about it,” I said furiously.

“I’m going to fuck this out of you,” he said warningly. “I want you wet then filled and fucked like a good girl so I can breed youtoday.”

I tried to kick him in the shoulder, but it made no impression as he settled in between my thighs.

My panties he ripped off with a stinging tear, and he ran his hands possessively up my legs. My cunt was forced open in front of him, and as I felt his heated breath on my sensitive skin I shivered.

“Damn, this is a pretty pussy,” he said.

I clenched my fists together, my heart starting to beat faster. I would not let myself be charmed by what he was saying to me.

He dipped his head and swiped my cunt with his tongue, across my wet lips, his tongue teasingly dipping inside, then swirling around my clit.

I let out a strangled gasp, and if I could have I would have crawled away from him again, desperate not to let him see the flush rise in my chest. But I couldn’t. He had both big hands on my thighs, forcing them flat on the bed, forcing my cunt to rise up to meet his mouth.

I couldn’t help looking down at him, the shock of dark ink-black hair standing out vividly against my pale legs.

And damn, I tried as hard as I could to not give him my orgasm. I didn’t want to give it to him, didn’t want him to have the pleasure of it.

But he got it anyway, like Tanner got everything he wanted, the pressure and need rising in my body, making my skin flame with desire. His hands trapped me and when he moved to suck my clit in his mouth, I came undone underneath him, grinding my cunt into his face and crying out loudly with my release.

“Fuck, Emrys,” Tanner said, licking his lips, tasting my release. “The sound you make when you come is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever heard in my life. From now on, you’ll come first every time. Shit, that’s good.”

He flipped me over so I was on all fours on the bed, my legs still trembling. I thought he’d drive into me, but he looked speculatively at me, putting his hand appreciatively on the marks on my ass with a pleased grunt. Then he spread my cheeks.

I jolted with surprise as I felt his tongue hit my asshole, and I wiggled, squeaking as his tongue tickled me.

“Stay still,” he warned, snaking a hand under me and pressing it into my soaking cunt. I was hypersensitive and Ikept squirming, trying to get away. But when Tanner Courtenay wanted me, he didn’t let me go, one hand tight on my ass, the other stroking in and out of my cunt, his fingers brushing against my clit, sending shards of sensation down my spine.

I arched my back with the pleasurable pain, and he rumbled approvingly, eating my ass with hungry flicks and sucks of his tongue.

I moaned, not caring if he knew how much I wanted him, and I felt the breath catch in his throat. I dropped my head, watching him between my legs, unable to look away from his strong tanned fingers. I felt a jolt of lust as I saw the front of his gray sweatpants. There was a wet patch there, and I knew it was his precum. I suddenly felt my legs begin to tremble, and I moaned loudly, clutching at the bed with grasping hands, hovering on the precipice. I wondered if he’d stop. But he didn’t, and when I heard his low, ragged groan and heard his teeth grit and felt his thighs tremble holding back his release, I came, hard and tight, crying out with the force.

The he flipped me on my back again, and I was too weak to protest. He entered me with one swift thrust, raising my leg up and settling in between my thighs. I was too boneless to give him any resistance at all, and he gripped my hips and thighs and ass painfully, groaning loudly.

“Say you want my baby,” Tanner said. “Say it, Em.”

I looked at him, my sticky hair clinging to my face and neck and back, and he brushed it aside, but his voice demanded obedience.

“Say it,” he repeated, his voice like steel.

“I want it,” I whispered, and I wasn’t sure if it was a lie or not. “I want you to put a baby in me.”

And he closed his eyes, leaning his head back.

“Fuck, Em.” he groaned. “Yes, you do. You take whatever I give you because you’re mine.”

I felt him hard and fast in me, releasing with a grunt, burying his head in the soft skin of my neck and sucking on me, pulling my hair, like he had to tear into every piece of me as he filled me with his cum.

I whimpered in weak submission, and when he was done he kept his cock in me so he could do it again until there was no more room in my cunt for his cum and it was dripping down my legs, his release filling me and spilling onto my belly, my thighs, my legs.

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