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This woman. She’s fucking something else.

Chapter 25

Veronica

Evergreen Forest

With each tortuous push of Tanner’s cock deep inside me and his thumb now teasing my clit, I can feel myself getting closer and closer. He fills every bit of me in a way I never knew I needed. My body starts to tense as I push myself up into his length and hand, craving a release.

He hums back to me. “Can you be a good girl and come for me? I can tell you want it.”

I nod, biting my lower lip. My body shaking with each breath, his voice speaking to my core.

He leans forward, his elbows now pressing against the tops of my shoulders, his broad chest caging me in. My legs fall to his side and I wrap them around his waist, pulling him even further into me. His lips brush my forehead, my mouth now on his neck and collarbone. My hands are on his back again, digging in with each thrust of his hips into me. With his body like this, the base of his shaft is rubbing my clit each time he pushes into me and it feels so fucking good.

His pace quickens and I can feel the knot of tension in me start to completely unravel. His hands run through my hair, holding tightly. I bury my face in his neck, moaning in ecstasy.

“That’s right. Let go and come for me.” His husky voice pushes me over the edge.

The orgasm that takes over me is more intense than the others he’s given me. My pussy clenching every inch of him as his cock fills me entirely. I melt into his arms, my head pressed against his hard muscular chest, my skin loving the warmth of his body. I can feel his heart pounding as his pace now becomes more erratic, more feral. Each push of his hips into me is more intense as he chases his own release. I can feel his body tighten, his ass clenching and flexing as he starts to lose control. I feel each twitch of his bare cock as he comes deep inside me.

He tilts my face towards his, craning his neck to kiss me, our mouths both open as we catch our breath.

I look into his eyes. I could get lost in them forever, like staring into an endless evergreen forest.

“Ronni,” he says, still breathing heavily, “that was amazing.You’reamazing.”

He leans back, his cock still deep in me. I rock my hips toward him, wanting to savor the feeling of fullness he gives me as long as I can. I run my fingers through his chest hair, my hand lingering over the tiger head.

“Interesting choice with the teal stripes. I didn’t know you were a fan, Tanner.” I look up at him as he lets out a low chuckle, that I can feel all the way through his cock into my center.

“I may listen to them every now and then.” He grins at me slyly, like he’s hiding a secret.

After getting out of bed and grabbing me a warm damp towel, he stops short of the bed. He looks at me with a smile on his face, his eyes running up my legs and stopping as our eyes meet.The way he looks at me melts my heart and I can feel a smile spreading across my own face.

“I love seeing you smile. You know that, right?” he says, catching me by surprise, a quick giggle getting out before I can regain my composure.

“Um, I can tell. You’re always looking at my face every time I look over at you. You’re kind of intense.” I smirk, winking at him.

“That’s because I’m serious, Ronni. I hate seeing you upset. I’m glad you’re having a good time. I hope your trip is going according to your plan so far,” he says, coming back to the edge of the bed. He sits down next to me, running his hand through my hair. His presence is somehow both exhilarating and comforting, getting me to live in the moment but also feel like everything is going to be ok.

Like I can just be me. Be myself.

“You know, I don’t actuallylikeplanning,” I blurt out.

He laughs, caught off guard by my seemingly random outburst, one I’m emboldened to make with how comfortable I am around him.

“Oh really? It always seemed like your favorite thing,” he says. His expression changes when he senses that I wasn’t joking.

“No. I hate it actually. It takes all of the fun out of everything. I want to be more spontaneous, to live in the moment. But not knowing what’s next, it’s terrifying. Planning is just a feeble attempt to cope with my anxiety. At least with planning, I can try to prepare myself and not be scared of what’s next. But it feels like I’m missing out on so much in life living this way.” I feel a look of worry starting to form on my face.

He eyes me carefully, his hand still running through my hair.

“Remember what I asked you before on the gondola, Ronni?Do you trust me?”

I nod, unsure of where he’s going with this.

“Yes. I do.”

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