Page 16 of Her Mountain Man Giant

“Fuck, you’re gonna come for me,” Tanner grunts. “I can feel it.”

I nod, panting hard, my vision blurring.

“Come for me, sugar. Come on my cock.”

Everything stills—the calm before the storm. Then the world explodes. I scream Tanner’s name as pleasure rockets through me, pulsing from head to toe as I writhe beneath him. His eyes never once leave mine as he fucks me, drawing out every last wave of my orgasm until I’m shaking. I see his face tense, his rhythm turning jerky and desperate. With a strangled cry, he spills his warm cum inside me, filling me up until we’re both spent.

Tanner collapses beside me, pulling my slack body against him, my back to his chest. We stay like that for a long time. Gradually, our breathing slows, the world coming back into focus, and I feel Tanner press a soft kiss on my head.

“You okay, sugar?”

I grin to myself, turning over to face him. He’s looking at me like he can’t believe I’m real, eyes shining with affection.

“Better than okay,” I tell him. “That was amazing.”

“It was. You were perfect.”

“You too.” I smile. “I have some great new ideas for my book after that.”

Tanner chuckles. He reaches out to cup my cheek, running the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Then he kisses me. His mouth is gentle against mine, softer than before, and I let myself melt against him. His strong arms circle around me, pulling me close as rain lashes on the roof,pounding against the windows. It feels good to be inside with Tanner, tucked up safe in his bed, and I pull back from his kiss to nuzzle against him, resting my head against his chest. His skin smells like pine and sweat, and I breathe it in, listening to the thud of his heartbeat.

I could stay like this forever.

I feel Tanner’s fingers stroking my hair, and I sigh with contentment. My hand drifts over his burly chest, tracing his tattoos, feeling his solid abs. As I reach down, my fingers accidentally brush his cock, and I suck in a breath. He’s already rock hard again. I tilt my head to look at him, my pulse skittering at the wild look in his eyes. And suddenly he’s kissing me again, pushing me back against the tangled sheets, his fingers dipping between my legs.

“We’re not done here, sugar,” he murmurs. “You ready for more?”

“Always.”

When I wakeup the next morning, the first thing I notice is the quiet. The storm has finally ended, and now all I hear is the twitter of birds outside and the sound of gentle breathing beside me. With a yawn, I stretch out my tired limbs and turn to look at Tanner, my heart fluttering as memories of yesterday come rushing back to me.

We spent all day in bed together, making love as the storm raged overhead. It was almost midnight by the time we finally drifted off, the rain lulling us to sleep in each other’s arms. There’s a tenderness between my legs this morning, a delicious reminder of everything we did together, and I smile as I look at Tanner, gently reaching out to touch his hair. He’s so handsome,still frowning slightly even when he’s sleeping. I stare at him for a little while longer before quietly easing out of bed and padding into the living room.

The storm shutters are still closed, blocking the morning sunlight, so I crank them open and head into the kitchen for a glass of water. It’s earlier than I would usually wake up, but I feel wide awake. The excitement of yesterday is still fresh, buzzing through my veins and filling me with inspiration. I have a million new ideas for my book, and I need to type them up before I forget.

Tanner is seriously doing wonders for my writer’s block.

Luckily, I brought my laptop just in case, and I grab it from my duffel bag before sitting down at the living room table. As I wait for it to start up, I notice my cheeks are hurting—probably because I’ve been smiling like a lunatic ever since I woke up. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so happy before, and it’s all thanks to Tanner.

My perfect mountain man.

When my laptop is finished loading, I open a word document and type out a quick list of notes.

- Forced proximity? Summer storm traps them together?

- Hero lives in a huge cabin with giant-sized furniture.

- Sexy times = lots of eye contact!

I keep writing, filling up a whole page with ideas. When I finally pause, trying to think of more to add, my eyes land on the sideboard in the corner. My heart sinks a little, thinking back to the photograph, the sadness in Tanner’s eyes when he recountedwhat happened to his brother. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I close the word document, opening my browser. I hesitate for a moment, then typeTanner and Jason NBA car crash.

Most of the results are old articles from when the accident happened back in 2007. I skim through a few of them before returning to the page of results, looking for anything more recent. Eventually, I spot a forum post from earlier this year titled “What happened to NBA player Tanner Greene?”. I click on it. There are hundreds of replies, too many to read, and I skip straight to the most recent comments.

04/22/25 07:14PM

wakeupsheeple: nba wanted jason greene dead because he was about to EXPOSE them for drugs!!! they paid tanner to stage the crash and kill his brother, then gave him a big fat pay check to disappear. now he’s living in the bahamas under a fake name, he’s been seen there by loads of people (including my cousin)

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