Page 16 of His Sassy Little

“Let’s go.”

He lifted her up off the bike, settled her helmet back on her head, and was off like a shot as soon as she was safely snuggled up to him again.

Tanner had barely closed and locked the door upon their return when Arabella jumped on him, grabbing his hair, even as her legs wrapped around his waist. He reached down quickly, getting fistfuls of her butt cheeks, lifting her higher. When she pulled his face close and attacked his mouth with her own, he turned them, pressing her to the door.

Wrenching his mouth from hers, he told her breathlessly, “I want you, more than I want to breathe at this point.” He emphasized his words with a deep, breathtaking kiss before he continued, “But if you aren’t ready or anything becomes too much, just say the word and I’ll stop.”

“I want you too, Daddy.”

Her breathing hitched when he ground his rock hard cock against her center.

“Please...”

Her pleading frayed the last tether of his restraint. He slipped his hands up her body, palming her breasts before sliding her arms out of the sexy as sin jacket, sending it landing somewhere on the floor.

Tanner’s lips trailed down her neck in a very deliberate path to her chest, only separating from her skin long enough to lift the tank top up and over her chest, revealing the black lace bra underneath. With her hands already up, it was easy to grab both her wrists and pin them above her head as he leaned in, pulling one taut nipple into his mouth. He nipped it lightly with his teeth before licking it soothingly through the lace.

Arabella’s hips lifted and she rubbed her core against his straining erection. Tanner lifted his gaze to the sky and silently prayed he wouldn’t embarrass himself. This woman was going to be the death of him.

He had promised himself their first time would be in a bed so he palmed her ass again, lifting her up high enough she couldn’t unman him with her grinding. He turned with her in his arms, making his way toward the bedroom, kissing her sweet lips the whole way.

Chapter Twelve

Arabella’s entire body was on fire. Lust had consumed it, boiling her blood and making her crazy. Mindless in her need, she ran on instinct alone. She’d barely managed to rein herself in until the door closed but when the lock engaged, she let loose. She couldn’t wait another second to have his hands on her again. To get her hands on him.

Tanner stumbled some but she trusted him. Still, she was thankful he righted himself quickly and got her firmly back in his grasp. He pinned her to the hallway wall, his hands sliding up her back toward her bra, while his lips took hers. He nipped at her bottom lip, creating a delicious sting, then soothed it away with gentle swipes of his tongue. She moaned when Tanner angled his head and took complete control of the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers as he smoothly removed the lace encasing her breasts. So smooth, in fact, that she almost didn’t notice.

Arabella arched her back, willingly offering him free and clear access as she slid her hand down his front, palming his dick through his jeans. Jesus, he was big. She momentarily wondered how he’d fit but didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she focused on the feel of his dick straining toward her palm as she cupped him through the fabric and began to rub. His groan reverberated on her nipple as he closed his lips around the hardened nub and sucked while flicking it with his tongue. When he closed his teeth around it, her own moan filled the air.

Arabella was close, so close and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet. Three years was a long time. She told herself that was the reason for her wanton behavior but even as she thought it, she knew that was wrong. Tanner was the reason. She’d never reacted so strongly or felt chemistry so quickly before.

As Tanner wrapped his lips around her other nipple and pulled it hard into his mouth, all thoughts left her mind and she was once again standing on the precipice, about to tumble over. He slid one hand down her stomach and began to work the button on her jeans. She was tempted to help but didn’t want to give up her hold on his cock. Once the button was undone, Tanner slid down the zipper and reached his hand into her soaked panties. His aim was unerring as he slid a finger into her folds and immediately found then circled her clit. She was losing her mind as he teased her by rubbing so close to where she needed him, without touching. When he went down further and slipped a finger inside her, she detonated, pulsing around him as she cried out her pleasure.

“So responsive, let Daddy hear how good he makes you feel.”

Tanner continued to work his finger in and out of her channel, prolonging her pleasure.

“God, look at you. My Little Hurricane. You’re so fucking sexy when you come for me.”

As she slowly came back to earth, he pulled his finger out of her, sucking it into his mouth. His eyes closed as he moaned around the digit and Arabella thought she’d never seen anything so erotic in her life.

“You taste so god damned sweet. I’m fucking starving.”

He quickly lifted her back up by the ass and hurried toward his room. Once he’d placed her on her back in the bed, he crawled up her body and ravished her mouth. She tasted herself and quickly discovered she didn’t hate it. She actually liked her flavor mixed with his and slipped her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer so she could get a deeper taste.

Tanner didn’t linger on the kiss long, much to Arabella’s chagrin but when he slipped his hands down her sides and then under her pants and panties she forgot about her disappointment. He briefly gripped her hips–sending more sparks of heat through her system–before sliding his hands down further, slipping the fabric off her. He worked his mouth over her body with each new inch he revealed until Arabella thought she’d go crazy from his teasing. When he reached her boots, he quickly unlaced and discarded them along with everything else.

Arabella lay there completely naked and Tanner remained fully clothed. The fire in his eyes as he gazed down at her made her feel powerful and confident, like she held a power over him she didn’t understand. She raised her arms above her head, arching her back, giving him a better view, testing her newfound power. The growl that emanated from him sent shivers down her spine right before he pounced. There was no other way to describe it when he zeroed in on her sex and began lapping it up like he was indeed starving.

Tanner left no spot untouched, pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking hard before plunging his tongue inside her channel. Back and forth he went in rapid succession, occasionally flicking his tongue over her sensitive nub before resuming his rhythm. Arabella wiggled beneath him unable to control the movements, nor the crazed sounds he wrenched from her very soul. She tried to catch her breath but she was drowning in sensation that almost seemed too much and it wasn’t long before he had her sailing into another mind blowing orgasm. As stars exploded in her vision, she screamed his name and wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him closer.

Tanner softened his strokes as working her down from her high gently. When she came back down to earth and managed to look down at him, he was studying her face intently, probably basking in the glow she knew had to be surrounding her. After a charged moment, he reached into the nightstand drawer beside the bed and grabbed a foil pack from inside. Arabella had thought she was completely sated after two insanely intense releases but amazingly, she was already craving more. More of this, more of him. She wondered if she’d ever get enough.

“Daddy, please.” She begged him, “I need you. Please, hurry.” She hardly recognized the breathy, gruff voice coming from her.

Tanner’s eyes lit up as he ripped open the package and began to sheath his cock.

“I love to hear you beg, Little Hurricane. You’re so pretty when you’re pleading for Daddy’s cock.”

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