Free Tanner's War by Amber Morgan Page A

trapped.
    She wanted more but she didn’t know
how to ask for it, so she wrapped her arms round his neck and thrust her
breasts against him, hoping he’d just know what she needed and how badly she
needed it. She was senseless, nothing left but need. When he broke away from
her to kiss and suck at her throat, she gasped. “Touch me.”

Chapter Nine
     
    Her words were like an electric
current against his skin, simple but so fucking powerful. His cock was begging
for her, straining against his jeans, and all he could think about was how good
it would feel to fling her into the grass, rip her own jeans away and bury his
cock inside her. He palmed her breast, pinching her nipple and relishing her
squeak of surprise. She might not care that she was a virgin, but the thought
of being the first man to claim her, the first man to touch and tongue and kiss
every part of her … Tanner was shocked at how much of a turn on it was for him.
    He pulled her into his lap, still
sucking at her neck while she moaned her encouragement. He unzipped her jeans,
shoving his hand down to rub her clit through her panties. She cried out,
bucking her hips and Tanner thought he'd never heard anything so fucking sweet.
    He dragged his tongue along the
curve of her neck and bit the lobe of her ear, whispering to her, "You
want me now then? Out here where anyone could walk past and see me finger-fuck
you?" He slipped two fingers inside her panties, brushing her clit and
drawing another breathy cry from her. "Is this how you want it?"
    She writhed against him, eyes
closed, lips parted, but she didn't speak. Not good enough. He wanted to hear
her say yes. Hear her beg him.
    He slid one finger slowly into her
cunt and found her already wet. She twisted in his arms, a yearning moan
escaping her. "Say it, Beth. C'mon, say the word."
    She grabbed his hair with one hand
and slammed her other hand down over his, forcing his finger deeper inside her.
"Yes!"
    He wanted to take her. Fuck, he
wanted to own her. But he had no protection and as much as his dick
thought this was a DEFCON one situation, he knew it wasn't. He wasn't going to
fuck Beth on his doorstep ... But he was going to make damn sure she was ruined
for any other man.
    He swung her round so her back was
against his chest and hooked her legs over his, leaving her spread and open to
him. Her ass pressed firmly down on his cock, a private and pleasurable
torture, but he tried to ignore it and focus on her. He cupped her mound with
one hand and, ever so gently, clasped his free hand round her throat, exerting
only the slightest pressure. She stiffened against him, chest heaving.
    He whispered in her ear, “I do
anything you don’t like, you tell me to stop, okay?”
    “Yes.” Her voice trembled.
    “You like this? You okay with my
hands where they are?”
    “Oh … Yes .”
    Tanner had no intention of choking
her, but he'd found a lot of women got off on the slight pressure— it
intensified everything and he sure as fuck got off on the sense of control it
gave him. He pushed two fingers slowly into her welcoming pussy. She gasped and
ground against him. Tanner gritted his teeth. He wanted to make this about Beth
but she was making it hard ...Or harder, anyway.
    He started gently easing his
fingers in and out, feeling her grow slicker and hotter with every stroke. He
curved his thumb around her clit, pressing lightly on it as his fingers worked
her, and she gasped and arched against him. Her pleasure was clear in her
breathy moans and the rhythmic rocking of her hips. Tanner rested his head
against hers, struggling to control himself, to keep it slow and tender.
Because he wanted to fuck her, really fuck her, hard and dirty. He could smell
her musk as her juices flowed round his fingers and he wanted to taste it,
drive his tongue inside her pussy, then drive his cock in and claim her in the
most primal way.
    He quickened his motions and rubbed
her throat, increasing the pressure just a touch. Beth