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Another sharp thrust inside completely shatters whatever resolve I had managed to regain on a body shaking, orgasmic scream. “Tannnnnneeeerrrr!”

“Such a fucking beauty, babe,” Tanner gravelly growls, lower half continuing to pound as my pussy perpetually pulsates. “I’m gonna light that fucking lamp again.”

Being mercilessly pinned in place by the hand around my throat and the other on my ass leaves me with no other choice than to succumb to the savagery sandwiching my body.

To simply dig my nails into his sides.

Clutch onto his t-shirt for leverage.

Frantic pump after pump is matched by ferocious pull on top of pull, shutting down my ability to think.

Speak.

Not that I need to do either.

Harsher squeezes appear between harder hammering; however, the less air I receive the more incredible everything feels.

It’s as though losing one ability amplifies all the others.

Burning in my lungs mirrors the tingling in my thighs and curled toes and tight pussy that’s already teetering on the brink of a second orgasm, yet when given the opportunity to provide them with the tiniest gasp of reprieve, Tanner robs me of it by nudging the edge of his finger against the rim of my back hole, igniting an eruption of orgasmic roars in every nerve ending I possess. “Cooooominnnggggg!”

“I want that hattie, Slayer,” he greedily grunts next to my device, balls barbarically banging against my ass, bathing in the sweltering juices that seem to never stop coming. “And I’m not ending my bloody shift until I get it.”

Throaty, sabulous whimpers are all I’m able to offer as my body is relentlessly bounced into more pounding that has the damp fabric of my shorts repeatedly stroking my clit.

Caressing it with pressure.

Pleasure.

Fervor.

Frenetically rubbing it while Tanner’s cock frantically strokes my deepest depths determined to get what he wants.

Toprovehe’s a man of his word.

That I cantrustwhat he says.

“Balls deep, Arden,” is grunted alongside sloppier slams. “I wanna spend this whole fucking season balls deep in you.”

Ignoring the way my pussy and chest tighten in unison is impossible.

“Fuck that,” he hisses, shaft noticeably swelling, “I’m going to.”

Wetness drowns his dick.

Soaks his nuts.

Trickles towards the floor.

“You’re mine,” Tanner selfishly states at the same time he cuts off all air. “And I’m yours.”

Despite the inability to actually scream, I make the motion anyway, snapping my head back the tiniest fraction it can go and voicelessly screech his name to the same incessant speed my pussy in quaking.

“And that’s regulation, Slayer,” he happily grumbles while scorching ropes of cum begin splashing against my throbbing muscles. “Get ready for OT…”

Chapter 13

Tanner

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