“Are you…?”
“Fuck yeah. If you don’t want it, say it now.” I wait, anticipate her putting a stop to the scene, but she never does.
“Don’t call me baby.”
I scoff.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want.”
Slowly, deliberately, I push inside her, and whatever she was about to say dies on her gasp. She takes in a deep breath, just like I taught her, and as she starts breathing out, I push in deeper.
And deeper.
The coconut oil is coating my dick as I add more, until I’m fully seated inside her ass and pretty sure I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
“You okay, Berkleigh?”
“It’s…so full. It burns but also, I want…more.”
“Well then. Far be it from me to disappoint.” Pulling out a few inches, I push right back inside. Her hands are clutching the edges of the island, the white knuckles telling an entire story of how it all feels, but when she starts to relax, I feel it all over her body. From her grip on my cock to the way her ass is pushing back against me.
“You’re so tight, Berkleigh, so fucking good.” I get into a rhythm, fucking her harder and harder to the sound of her pleasure. Every moan is making me hungrier. Every slap of her skin against mine is taking me closer to the point of no return.
Reaching around her, I sink two clean fingers inside her cunt and fuck both her holes in sync.In and out.I bring my mouth to her ear.In and out.I whisper.In and out.I deliver the final blow.
“Your cunt is like a glove, baby, but your ass is like a warm piece of Heaven. I will fuck it every day and every night and I will eat your pussy right after so you know that with that bite of pain, you’ll always,always, come all over my face.” Slamming both my dick in her ass and my fingers in her pussy in unison, I throw my head back when I feel her orgasm soak my fingers, dripping down her thighs and wetting my wrist.
“That’s it, Berkleigh. Give it to me. Only me. I’m the only one allowed to make you come. Now. And always. You fucking get that, right?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Tanner! Fucking yes!”
“Good girl. Now come again.” And fuck, she does it so beautifully.
An hour later, I’ve got her present secured in my favorite hiding spot with Berkleigh freshly fucked and ready to turn to the page from whatever ridiculous conversation we were having.
Chapter Fourteen
Berkleigh
Sunday, the day of rest. And this one happens to also be my thirtieth birthday.
With the chaos that has ensued in my life since the attack, it had slipped my mind. Not that I would have done anything other than buying myself a cupcake and a bottle of wine to sit in front of the TV with, anyway.
I came downstairs thirty minutes ago to find a freshly made pot of coffee, an empty cup, and a wrapped salmon and cream cheese bagel in the kitchen. All of it was beside a note, albeit a short one, written in the most beautiful handwriting I have ever seen.
For you
Two simple words, but the gesture behind Tanner’s actions means more than I think he’ll ever know. Just like with everything he’s done for me since I passed out on his doorstep.
He emits psychopath vibes. Hell, he presents like one most of the time, but he isn’t completely emotionless like he would have people believe. In fact, he’s probably the most caring person I’ve ever known.
My parents are amazing, yes, of course they are, but they’ve watched me practically abuse myself with seclusion my whole life. They haven’t intervened or tried to help in any way, and while I would never condemn them for that choice, a small part of me wishes they had pushed me out of my comfort zone a little more.
Exactly the way Tanner does, every day.
