Page 13 of Traveling with Gentlemen
"Hike your skirts, girlie," Mr. Tanner grunted.
I did as I was told, smiling as I heard the ragged sigh. The lamps cast enormous shadows of my magnificent beast in every direction on the walls, mingling his massive shape with bottles and books and shelves, casting him in all his horror and beauty up to the ceiling. I looked up again and beamed at the vibrant green stare now fixed to my exposed sex.
"There's a good girl," Mr. Tanner greeted.
It took him one step where it would've taken Jonathon four, and then I was lifted off my feet, coarse hands cupped around my thighs. I squealed briefly, until my breath was knocked out of me as my back hit the wall.
"Sorry," Mr. Tanner said.
"Don't be!" I reached for his face, holding it in place by his own granting, smiling up at him. His eyes were still shy of my stare, but he ducked his head at my gentle command, bending for my kisses. "I missed you," I said softly.
He grunted, eyes slitting, and then hiked my knees up, bracing me against the wall. "This will be rough."
"I like rough," I said, petting his scruffy broad cheeks.
Fabric tore and a thick shaft of flesh slapped wetly against my pussy, the hot head of him striking my clit with a wonderful pound of pressure. I moaned and Mr. Tanner chuckled, rocking against me for a few strokes, humming appreciatively at my eager arousal. But he didn't play with me as he and Jonathon usually would, and the head of his cock was pressing to my opening soon. I gasped as he pushed, my body resisting. Willing as I was, excited too, Mr. Tanner was always an effort, and I usually took a good stretching from his fingers before his cock.
"Relax," he said, as sweetly as his rocky voice would allow.
I exhaled heavily, and he groaned as he thrust in. My body wanted to tense at the intrusion but I coaxed myself limp, and Mr. Tanner was gentle and patient in his progress.
"That's my good girl. My lovely little cunt. You fit your monster so well. Now give us a squeeze."
I giggled at the praise and Mr. Tanner's head fell back with a hearty groan as I squeezed. Oh, he was wonderful inside of me. Hot with the stretch, aching and full, but so careful and slow too.
"Nice slick hole." Mr. Tanner thrust deeper. "Perfect tight cocksleeve."
I whined at the filthy words and the quick, sharp buck of his hips. His right hand stretched and his thumb pressed to my clit, not circling, just providing a blunt pulse of pleasure that made my blood rush in my ears and my eyes roll back in my head.
He made faster work of me then, pulling me down a bit, kicking up harder, until his movements were long and steady, deeper with every second. I came without warning and he filled me up, the dull bang of him striking inside of me contrasting with the rich wave of pleasure rushing through my veins.
The wall was no longer at my back and Mr. Tanner's arms were around me. I was his toy again, a threat and promise that always made me squirm and blush. He tossed me up and down his length, my cunt ready for him now after my orgasm. His grunts were rough and satisfying in my ear, his clutch of my body just tight enough to leave me breathless.
"Oh, I love you," I gasped out, my hands fisted in the torn white shirt that barely contained him.
Mr. Tanner laughed but his head bent and he kissed my hair, still using me to sheath himself, to pleasure that pulsing and iron-hard cock of his. It was easy to be limp now, and I was noisy with sounds that were praise without language. My monster let me sag in his hold, fit me hard against his warm hips, and his thumb on my clit made quick work of my oversensitive body. I screamed and tightened and Mr. Tanner spilled inside of me, a thick velvety release that scorched and soothed all at once, sliding out to spill over my thighs and onto his belly.
"Good girl, my little love, my sweet cunt," Mr. Tanner gasped out, shaking and bracing me to his chest, my head tucked beneath his chin.
I was warmed head to toe with the words, dripping in our shared pleasure, and Mr. Tanner held me there as we caught our breath.
"Stay for dinner," I said, wrapping my arms up around his shoulders.
"I'll eat too much, and he'll want to have your lovely pussy for dessert tonight," Mr. Tanner said. He patted my ass with a hand big enough to cover a whole cheek and growled into my ear. "But I'll have you for breakfast tomorrow, little one."
I laughed. "Well, I suppose. As long as everyone's getting fed."
CHAPTER5
A DANGEROUS INVITATION
“You're turning pink."
I blinked, drowsy in the late afternoon heat, and discovered the sun had moved far enough across the sky to pull my shade aside. The tall, broad form of Booker was now my shield from the blazing glow, and I beamed at him as I reached a hand up and felt the warmth of my cheek.
"You have our permission to scoop her up and carry her in," Auguste's voice called from behind me.
Booker and I both snorted and I sat up, squinting as the setting sun struck my eyes. "Their permission."
