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“Fuck me,” he says, as he cups one of my breasts. “This fucking shirt is going to be my undoing.”

The touch of his strong, calloused hands on my breasts sends a chill through me. I want him so much, always. I see the outline of his erection through his sweat pants and run a hand over his length, feeling how hard he is.

“No, greedy girl,” he says, pulling my hand off and placing it back on his chest. “Hands to yourself.”

Fuck. Is he really going to hold out on me?

He shimmies his sweats down and grabs his cock in his other hand, slowly working his shaft. It is so fucking hot watching him work his pulsing cock.

“Tanner, I want you so bad,” I say, reaching for him.

“No. No touching,” he says again, grinning at me now. “You can watch. I’ve jacked off thinking about you in a crop top so many times, it’s your turn to sit back and watch.”

As he says that, he lets go of my breast, slowly running his hand down my stomach, until he’s trailing his fingers along the waistband of my shorts.

“You said you want me so bad? So if I reach in here, I’m going to find a tight, wet little pussy, right?” His eyes lustful as his grin grows.

I bite my lip and nod. Fuck. I want to feel him, any part of him, so bad.

“Good girl,” he says. “Good fucking girl.”

His eyes leave mine, looking at his own hand as he lowers it into my shorts. The touch of his fingers on my throbbing clit makes my whole body tense and arch off the couch. I look down at his hands. Watching him stroke his cock in one hand, while the other is playing with my clit is so erotic. I can hear hisbreathing get heavier and faster, watching him thrust his hips into his own hand.

Fuck. It’s already so hot watching him jack off. It’s so intimate, so raw. It’s like he’s letting me see behind the curtain into himself more. It’s even hotter knowing he’s working himself that hard while looking at my body. It’s like my own private porn, just for me, except he’s fingering me at the same time and it feels so damn good.

“God, Tanner,” I moan into his shoulder, my eyes still watching his hands. “Your hands are so talented. Are you going to jerk us both off?”

His fingers spread my lips open, and he runs them through my slick slit. He teases my pussy, letting a finger linger on my wet opening. He won’t let me touch him with my hands, so I’ll have to settle for thrusting and grinding myself into him. I rock my hips forward, wanting him to do more with his fingers.

He obliges, always able to read what my body needs, sliding one in me, his thumb now running up and down my clit. I drape my leg over his thigh, pulling our bodies closer, side by side.

“Fuck, Tanner,” I say, my words mixed with my heavy panting. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“This?” he says, as his thumb moves faster and his finger plunges into me deeper and curls in a beckoning motion.

I bite into his shoulder, feeling my orgasm coming. I don’t know how he can make my body do as he pleases, as I want, so easily. I look back towards his other hand, fisting the shaft of his cock faster and faster as my own breathing quickens.

“Yes. That. Keep doing that.” I rock my hips forward, pressing my self into his hand.

“Good,” he grunts. “I want to feel you squeeze when we both come.” He adds a second finger, stretching and filling me more.

Watching his hands work, pleasing both of us in unison, puts me over the edge. I squeeze my thighs together as I come,grasping his hand between my legs. My teeth dig deeper into the muscular flesh of his shoulder and my fingernails dig into his chest, pulling his hair.

“Fuck,” he moans, as my grip tightens around his fingers. I watch in awe as he keeps stroking himself, harder and harder as he comes, his fingers still in me. His body lets go furiously, a wild grunt escaping him as rope after rope of his release lands on his flexed abs, almost reaching the tiger head on his chest. Fuck, it’s so hot to actually see him let go like that. He grabs a tissue off the coffee table, wiping himself off before pulling me further onto his chest and lying down.

He rests his cheek on my head, holding me tight. I find myself lying here on the couch with him again, my body in physical bliss and I’m ready to fall asleep.

It just feels perfect, like home.

Chapter 43

Veronica

Princeton Mills

I’ve only woken up next to Tanner at his cabin a handful of times, but it feels like something I could get used to, something that I want to be my new normal. The dim morning light is starting to peek through the thin curtains of his bedroom, the light streaming across the bed as a gentle reminder to wake up. I roll over, watching him sleep on his side, facing me. The way the light casts tiny little shadows across his muscular body is breathtaking.

His bed is cozy. It’s exactly what you’d dream a bed in a mountain cabin should be with soft flannel sheets, a red and black plaid pattern. I sink further into the bed, never wanting to leave, feeling like I could lay here next to Tanner forever.

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