Tanner's Scheme by Lora Leigh

the swollen folds of her pussy.
    “Bend your knees. I want to watch it go in.”
    She bent her knees, lifting closer as Tanner slid between them. She hadn’t expected that, but she really didn’t care as long as the horrible, aching hunger in her womb went away.
    His nostrils flared as he drew the scent of her in.
    Tucking the dildo against the desperate entrance to her sex, he pressed slowly inside.
    “Oh God. Tanner.” She shook her head, her eyes wide, locked on the sight of the erotic toy pressing inside her.
    She was so wet it didn’t take the usual three tries to get it in.
    “Damn, you’re tight.” He pulled it back, ignoring her little cry before pressing forward again. “I’m thicker.” He grinned up at her with carnal intent. “Longer.” The dildo pressed deeper inside her. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
    Hell no. Not if she had a choice.
    She shook her head frantically.
    Pausing, he stared back at her. “What do you want, pretty girl?”
    “I want you to stop playing.” Okay, this was the point of no return. “Fuck me or get the hell away from me.”
    The dildo slid free before being tossed away, in which direction she didn’t really care.
    “All you had to do—”
    She didn’t let him finish the sentence. He was on his knees, the lickable length of his cock spearing out before him, flushed, sun-kissed gold, heavily veined and mouthwateringly engorged.
    She had reached the end of her patience. She wanted a taste.
    “Scheme.” There was that growly thing again. He had to know it just made her wetter. But that was okay; she intended to make him harder. If possible. She doubted it was possible, but she was sure as hell going to try.
    She went to her knees, spreading her legs and bracing against the mattress as she leaned forward and enveloped the head of his cock in her mouth.
    His taste exploded on her tongue. Rich, male, earthy. Like a storm. Like a mountain lake on a summer night. He tasted like pure male ecstasy.
    “Fuck. Damn.” His hands clenched in her hair. “Hot little mouth. Sweet, hot little mouth.”
    She tightened her lips on him, sucking greedily. One hand gripped his cock just below her lips, not that her fingers could surround him, but she could stroke, while her opposite palm cradled the hard sac below.
    “Beautiful. So damned pretty,” he groaned, his hips rotating, moving, thrusting against her lips in tight, hard strokes.
    She expected to weaken him. Get a guy’s cock in your mouth and that was what usually happened to him. But not Tanner. A second later she felt a stinging, highly erotic slap on the cheek of her ass. A second later, the opposite cheek.
    Her mouth was filled with the bulging head of his cock, her excited little squeal coming out as a strangled scream as he struck again.
    She might like that a little too much, her common sense warned her.
    She wanted more, the hormonal inner slut screamed out. Oh yeah, way more.
    His hand landed again, right there on the rounded part of her cheek where the flesh was so sensitive, where the sensations could streak through her nerve endings, attacking not just her clit, but the tender, nerve-laden entrance to her rear.
    She lifted to him, feeling deliciously wicked, sexy.
    “You like that, don’t you, my little Schemer?”
    Like? Like? That was supposed to describe this?
    She screamed around his cock as his hand landed again. Then she rewarded him. She sucked him to the back of her throat, swallowed, massaged her tongue on the underside of his shaft and moaned at the erotic pleasure of it.
    “Damn you.” His voice was strangled.
    Tightening further, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs were corded now, standing out in taut relief, rippling powerfully beneath his golden flesh.
    His hand smoothed down her rear then tucked lower and two broad fingers pressed inside her.
    Oh yeah, oh yeah, she chanted silently. Deeper. Just deeper. Just all the way to the interesting little spot…
    Her eyes widened, her lips