Page 90 of Being Us (Next Generation 4)

He shoved me forward, pushing me face first onto the mattress. Keeping a firm hold on the back of my neck, he thrust into me.

I cried out, my body stretching to meet his glorious size that I could never get used to.

He grunted, digging his fingers into my hips and powering into me with so much strength, pleasure shot up the length of my spine.

“Tanner,” I whined, not expecting this new side of him but enjoying it just the same.

“Fuck, baby.” He towered over me, resting his weight on top of me and holding my head in place.

“Please, Tanner. I need you to move.”

He kissed my cheek, linking our fingers and slamming his pelvis against the seat of my ass. “So fucking good.”

I whimpered, my legs shaking as a fast but powerful release crashed into me.

He grunted his approval, picking up speed with his hips until I was gasping for breath.

“Please.” I was greedy for him. For his touch, his strength but his love even more.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice low.

“Harder,” I whined. “Please fuck me harder.”

“That’s my good girl.” He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into me.

I shoved the blanket between my lips and bit down.

He chuckled. “Bite it hard, Busy, because I’m not stopping.”

I released the blanket, gasping for breath. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He dug his fingers into the cheek of my ass, spreading me open and thrusting hard and deep. “Never, baby. I’ll never stop.”

Bee

THE SOUND OF THEdoor opening, sent a shiver racing down my spine. I was curled on my side, my back facing away from the door. A few nights had passed since Tanner used me good and hard and showed me just how rough he liked it. He had been taking the risk and joining me in bed ever since. Knowing he needed it, I never pushed him away and welcomed him with open arms instead.

A moment later, the bed dipped behind me. A heavy arm wrapped around my middle, followed by a soft kiss to the side of my neck.

Tanner sighed, threw his leg over mine, and held me close.

“Better?”

“You have no idea.” He inched his hand beneath my tank top and cupped my breast. It wasn’t sexual in the least, but it reminded me how much he needed that human touch. It was like a newborn baby needing skin to skin contact. It was a way to bond with their parent. Was that how it was for Tanner and I? Did it help us bond? Was that a thing once you were past that newborn stage? I wasn’t sure but I knew that I would never turn him down for needing to touch me.

“Talk to me.”

He sighed again, a low rumble leaving him. It almost sounded like a purr. “We met when we probably shouldn’t have. It was unconventional. You saved my life. And even though I know that being together is dangerous for both of us, I like this. I need this actually.”

“Tell me why,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.

“You calm me in ways I never knew was possible. You keep me grounded and out of my head. You help the rage inside of me simmer.” He tightened his hold on me, brushing his mouth just below my ear.

I shivered, pushing my ass into his waist.

His cock, heavy and proud, sat against me. But he never hinted for more. No. He never did when he came to me during the night. I often wondered if sex would help him feel better. But I never asked. I found that I liked this instead. I never had a boyfriend before, so I wasn’t overly sure if this was what it was like. The constant touching. The need for the other person, growing with each passing day. I missed him when he wasn’t around and I craved him even more when he was.

“How has everyone been treating you?”

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