Page 36 of The Catcher
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The first night Tanner was gone I refused to watch the game, resolutely keeping the TV off, the radio off, and muting his texts. I would have to unmute them when he came back but the second night the team wouldn’t get home until late. Two nights where I didn’t have to worry about him.
But after falling asleep early after a glass of wine, I awoke to hear the terrifying sound of my door lock being forced open.
For a second I was frozen in terror, my heart thudding and pounding.
Should I stay silent and hope the intruder would go away? Or scream for help, even though that would draw his attention to me?
Then I saw in the dim light the unmistakable bulk and width of Tanner’s shoulders, and I screamed, and he was on me, ravenous, insatiable, dirty, smoky.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” he growled, hard hands grabbing me, roaming over my body, gripping handfuls of the big T-shirt I was wearing, searching for my curves underneath, the skin he loved to grab and pinch and bite.
“I fell asleep early,” I cried, fully awake now.
He clearly hadn’t even been back to his own apartment to shower. His hands were gritty as he rubbed them on me, flipping me over so I was on my belly.
“When is our agreement going to be over?” I whimpered, struggling in his arms. He ground my face into the bed, his big body pinning me in place. “I’ve done everything you wanted me to.”
“Our agreement was for me doing whatever the fuck I want to you,” he said. “And from now on I want you to stay withmeso I can breed you and do whatever thefuckI want with you without you running away all the goddamn time.”
I opened my mouth and started to scream, suddenly not giving a shit about our agreement, but he clamped his hand over my mouth.
His hands shoved up my big sleep shirt, groaning when he ran his fingers roughly over my ass.
“Don’t yell,” he warned me, moving his hand, “or I’ll spank this sweet little ass until it looks like a stoplight.”
“Asshole,” I whispered furiously back at him, but he only laughed.
I saw his steel-gray eyes flick over me then and he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head as he bent to kiss me, his kisses hard and punishing. He reached back with the other hand and I heard the sound of his zipper, then I felt his hard cock on the soft skin of my ass.
He raised my hips, tipping me up so my head banged into the headboard, then he spread my thighs as wide as he could and I felt his thick cock in between my legs.
It nudged at my cunt and I was embarrassed and furious to realize I was wet there, the tip of his dick already wet just from rubbing on my lips. He grunted with satisfaction behind me and then, without warning, drew his hips back and thrust them so hard into me that his hips slammed into mine.
He was so big that I mewled in protest and he drew his cock out and thrust into me again, jostling my whole body. My breasts felt dragged against the bed, my nipples hardening.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Em,” he grunted behind me, and my arms strained against his grip, trying to brace myself on the bed, but I had no way to, and he slammed in me again, grinding my pussy down.
I cried out, his big cock tearing into me like he was going to rip me in two. For a moment I felt a shattering, overwhelming panic as my cunt seemed to tear and rip open to accommodate him. Then he moved and his dick began to stroke against my sensitive clit and I rolled my head back in ecstasy.
His breathing sounded heavy and ragged and I felt his mouth on my neck, tearing and ripping and sucking at my sensitive skin there. My neck burned pleasurably and I shrieked as I felt his teeth pull at me.
He growled with pleasure as he drove his dick into me. His hand tightened on my wrists and he dug the other one into my hips, yanking me toward him. Each stroke lifted me, jolted me, filled me.
But he had my hips tipped up just right, so that I felt the heat begin to pool deep in my core, flaring out to envelop my cunt in a heavy, needy pressure. The urgency built like a fire inside me, and I grabbed his big arms, the pressure building with such feverish intensity that I dug my fingernails into his skin.
The action only seemed to make him more ravenous, my neck lowered submissively for his hard mouth.
“Yes, Emrys,” he growled, moving his hand to tighten his fingers in my hair. I tried to shake my head back and forth, not wanting the pressure to peak, afraid of what would happen if I came. But he ignored my protests, and his cock tipped me over the edge, the pressure on my clit breaking me apart on a wave of pleasure.
I moaned helplessly, feeling my body tighten and convulse painfully around him. And my peak lasted as long as he wanted, Tanner making a feral animalistic sound as he released my wrists to jerk my hips hard against his and release in me.
I gasped, trying to recover my breath, trying to get some oxygen back in my lungs, trying to return to sanity. He must have broken my skin, because he smelled like blood and iron, his guttural groans loud in my ears.
My legs felt like jelly, and I felt the shame of coming forTanner Courtenay, who was blackmailing me into sex.
I heard him make satisfied noises as he breathed hard, pulling out and flipping me on my back.
