Pulling her body close to his, he lifted one thick thigh and slid his dick inside her slick channel, still hot and wet from their earlier lovemaking. “Damn,” his whispered voice called out into the silence of the room. If he could, he’d live right here and never let her go. Tanner rotated his hips, pressing inside her body and retreating even slower. The tightness of her channel never ceased to bring him to the fucking edge every time. She was made for him.
Chantell’s whispered moan sounded in his ear and he looked down at her. Clearing the negative thoughts from his mind, he focused on the woman in his arms. Her beautiful pecan tan skin—her words, not his—and her bow-shaped lips that glistened in the dark from her wet tongue. Her brown eyes with thick long lashes were wet with the remnants of her tears. Why did this woman twist him up in knots this way? God, he loved her so fucking much.
“Oh, Tanner.” Her whispered words floated in the room. He closed his eyes in bliss as she said his name each time he plunged inside her. Sweat trickled down his brow as he leaned down to kiss her soft skin. His thick cock pistoned in and out of her body as he tried to convey the full depth of his feelings for her.
He knew it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Nothing he could do would ever be enough to make up for what he’d denied her. The love of a man who’d be proud to claim her in front of everyone in their town. Someone willing to tell the world to fuck-off, instead of one who hid their relationship in the shadows as he waited for a windfall of money. Money wasn’t everything to him, but it sure as shit made life a little easier.
Every time he sank inside her body, he ascended to the clouds. She felt that damn good as he enjoyed the feeling of being squeezed by her internal muscles. Thick legs wrapped around his waist, latching on tight. Small arms gripped him under his shoulders as he took her on another wild ride. Wetness seeped from her body as her wet channel received his shaft. The sounds of their juices mixing as he pounded inside her filled the large room.
As he once again claimed her as his, he whispered words of love, pouring out his heart to the only person who mattered.
“I’ll never let you go,” he whispered to her as the feeling of completion traveled up his spine. “No matter what happens, you’ll always be mine. Just don’t give up on me.” His heart broke as he said the words. She had every right to want to leave him. Too bad he was never going to let her go.
Increasing his pace, he tried his best to imprint himself on her. Tanner was the only man who’d ever make Chantell feel this way. He’d kill any motherfucker who tried to take his place.
She’d belonged to him since the first day he’d seen her walking in the hallway that first day of elementary school. At the time, he’d been too young to understand what he was feeling at the time.
Chantell was his calm in the storm. The only person who’d ever been able to see beneath the façade he showed the world. When he’d told her what his father had said all those years ago, he expected her to walk away and never look back. It would have broken his fucking heart and he would have done whatever he could to get her to come back to him.
That’s what he expected to happen.
But, instead of turning him away, she comforted him. Wrapping her small arms around his tall frame, she’d soothed the beast inside him. Whispering words of comfort, she reminded him she wasn’t going anywhere. She promised that she was with him no matter what and their love could handle anything that came their way. That’s the moment he realized, not only did he want her to be with him forever, he needed her by his side in all the ways that counted.
Mind, body, and soul.
“Oh fuck. Yes, Tanner,” she whimpered, quickly bringing him back to the business at hand. Fucking his woman.
Damn right, he thought with a wicked smile. “Give me that good pussy, Baby.”
Her legs began shaking as he powered into her, hitting the spot that always sent her over the edge. Her breath became choppy and he knew what she was feeling. Lifting one of her legs, he placed it over his shoulder as he continued to stroke inside of her. The deeper he stroked, the louder she moaned. It was like music to his fucking ears.
No other sound in the world could make him feel like a goddamn superhero.
Tanner continued to thrust, slicing into her body as he moaned in the side of her neck.
“I’m coming, baby,” her strangled voice called out as her sharp nails scored his back.
The sting forced a hiss of pain from his lips as he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a sensual kiss. His body began to experience the tingle of his impending orgasm. His once smooth movements became rough as he pressed deeper. “You’ve always been mine. You’ll always be mine.” He hoped his words were getting through to her. She needed to understand how he felt. No one could come between them.
Even if someone tried, they’d get a rude fucking wake-up call. He wasn’t a perfect man and he needed to do right by Chantell before it was too late.
The look in her eyes as she gazed up at him almost made his pause. Pain, love, hurt, and hopefulness were all reflected at him, but she never said anything to break the moment. Leaning down again, he sucked on her soft skin as his pace increased, his impending orgasm rushing through him as he hitched her leg up higher, clasping his strong hand around her thick thigh.
“I love you, Chantell.”
As he felt her insides tightening around him, he released a long moan of ecstasy. Warm fluid slid down his thick cock, sending him over the edge. Unable to hold back his own release, he felt himself let loose. His stomach tensed in a combination of pleasure and pain as his essence flowed into the body of the only woman who held his heart.
Three
Chantell
Chantell held Tanner close as they lay in bed. Darkness blanketed their not-so-little town and the silence surrounding them was the only sound in the room. Tears pooled in her eyes as she thought about what would happen when this night was over. They’d never gotten to this point before. When their goodbye had the potential to be forever. Goosebumps raised on her skin as his fingers traced along the curve of her back. Resting her head on his chest, she ran her fingers through the light hair covering his tanned skin.
Of course, she’d heard the rumors around town and even from some of her girlfriends. The time had finally come for his parents to force him to marry someone.
Ever since that day he’d stormed over to her house when she was seventeen, angry at the world and frothing at the mouth about his parents, she knew this day would come. As soon as he’d shared how his father felt about him marrying a black woman—her specifically—she knew their time together had an end date. Tanner would swear up and down that she was wrong, that his father didn’t control him. But Chantell knew the truth.
Girls like her didn’t get their happily ever after with guys like Tanner.