Page 54 of The Catcher

I let out a low gasp and he ran his tongue down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

His fingers slipped down to my pussy, moving through the soft wetness to circle around my clit. I couldn’t stop a low whimper. How did he know unerringly what sent sparks of unwilling heat and desire through my body?

“See?” Tanner said, and I felt the corded muscles of his arms on mine. “I know what you want. I know what youneed.”

He began to move back and forth in my asshole and I squeaked with fear.

Tanner moved his hand from my clit and gave my cunt a short spank, the sound embarrassingly wet and loud.

“Stop tensing,” he commanded. “Relax your body.”

I tried to relax, but it was hard when my asshole throbbed. But I was able to do it gradually, by degrees, and he rumbled approvingly at my back.

“Finally. Good girl, Em.” I thought resentfully that his words shouldn’t work, shouldn’t turn me on. But they did.

Tanner pushed one finger into my cunt, then another, and I gasped when he fit a third one in.

“Ride my hand, baby,” he ordered.

I didn’t dare to move much, but I started slowly, my hands trying to get some purchase on the slippery back of the Jeep. There was no point in trying to get away from him. I felt the scrape of his pants on my legs, the strength of his arms, his body as he pinned me.

I began to ride his fingers, feeling them curl inside me, his thumb firm on my straining clit.

And I whimpered with the need, the feeling of pain and pleasure unlike anything I had felt before. The pain ran down my legs and up my back, but my core throbbed, each heartbeat like a pulse of heavy urgency.

“Come,” Tanner said, his voice now thick and heavy, his fingers a command on me.

And I did, my thighs trembling as the peak of my pleasure seemed impossible to survive, and he sent me over the edge, every cell on my body alive with sensation, searing throb and liquid release. It was so intense I sobbed with the way I felt my release crescendoing through each limb and up through my spine.

“You take my cock so good,” Tanner grunted approvingly, and without thinking I rolled my neck submissively back for him, mewling as his lips fell on my skin, hungry for my flesh in his mouth as he came inside me.

The jeweler’s shop was the fanciest place I had ever been in, each employee practically in black tie, and when they recognized Tanner, they bent over the sparkling rows of diamonds, opening the displays all up eagerly.

Since he was an asshole, he flicked his hand impatiently past all the offerings, his hard eyes scanning the rows. Then he pounced on one, holding it out for me.

“It will look exquisite on m’lady’s finger,” one of the employees said, his eyes turning into dollar signs at the sight of a major league player picking the biggest one in the store.

Tanner took my hand, the callouses on the tips of his fingers scraping the soft skin on mine, and he pushed the ring on my fourth finger.

I shook my head, trying to take a step back.

“You don’t like this one?” Tanner asked sharply.

“I. . .it’s too big,” I said, feeling self-conscious.

If I picked and had preferences, did that mean IacceptedI was going to marry him? That I wasn’t fighting against him anymore?

“You’re going to be very rich,” he reminded me. “I want you to have something that shows your status.”

“I don’t care,” I said, looking down at my hand where the huge rock was. “I don’t want one like this.”

He was still for a moment, and I forced myself to meet his eyes.

“Which one do you want?” he asked.

Before he changed his mind, I said quickly, “nothing here.”

“Fine,” he said. “Then tell me what you want. Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you. You’re going to be the mother of my children and you’re not ending today without telling me what ring you want on your finger.”

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