“Look at you,” he said. “Fucking perfect and all mine.”
The way he sized her up made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He kicked off his jeans, then his black boxers came off. She froze, her breath caught in her throat. His cock was a beast, hard, heavy, and fully erect. He hoisted her up to the edge of the sofa, settling between her legs again. She loved the feel of them skin to skin. It was pure intimacy, two humans choosing each other, joining on the most intimate level.
“Tank, I’ve never—”
“I know, baby. You’ve already told me. Remember, I’m your boyfriend. My job is to make you feel good.”
She couldn’t complain about that.
He slowed down and kissed her again, a kiss so thorough it felt like love.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against her lips.
“I don’t care. I need you, Tank. I want to feel you filling me, your big cock stretching me.”
“Holy shit,” he said. Tank lowered his head, taking her breast into his mouth, his tongue circling her nipple. He lavished both breasts with attention, alternating from one to the next. When his hand slid over her pussy again, she gasped for air. It sounded needy, even to her ears. “I want to eat your pussy, Bell. I’m going to make you scream for me to fuck you.”
He dropped to his knees on the floor, shifting her body on the sofa so his head was between her legs. She wasn’t expecting any of this and was about to protest when his mouth came down on her cunt. The explosion of sensations made her cry out and toss her head back. It was everything.
“Tank!”
He fucked her with his tongue, eating her with relishbefore suckling her clit. She grabbed the pillows beside her, but there weren’t enough to anchor her from the intensity. Bell threaded her hands into his hair instead. His head was actually between her legs, his mouth on her pussy. It was filthy and perfect.
Tank knew exactly how to pleasure her, to take her to another realm of reality where only wanton energy existed.
His tongue was lively, flicking her clit until she couldn’t hold back another second. She gave him exactly what he’d demanded—she screamed his name, her pussy rocking her to the core, wave after wave of delicious contractions washing over her. He kept lapping at her folds until she was completely spineless and spent on the sofa.
When she opened her eyes again, he was staring down at her with lust in his eyes.
“Time to claim what’s mine,” he said.
Chapter Seven
Tank knew the brothers would be pissed that he was back here with Bell, tasting her, touching her. They didn’t trust her, but he did.
“I’m ready for you, Tank.”
There was real wonder in her eyes. A soft red hue to her flesh. He wanted her so badly. This was her first time, and he didn’t have a condom with him. It was obscene how desperately he needed her.
No woman had ever made him feel this way.
Bell had gotten under his skin, and he was done fighting this need. He wanted her.
Grabbing his cock, he placed the tip between her soaking wet folds. He thrust forward, and his bulbous head teased over her swollen clit.
Bell gasped, and he watched her reactions as he repeated this move. Driving against her, getting her all nice, wet, and warmed up. He wanted to drive her wild with need and to be completely consumed by him and him alone.
“Tank, please.”
“I will, baby. I’m going to fuck you so good that you won’t even think straight. I want you to be ready for me.”
“I am ready.”
He loved to hear her beg.
Stroking over her clit, he watched as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, arching her back and moaning even deeper than before. He’d been imagining this moment all week. Every time he closed his eyes, he thought about taking her, fucking her, and having her all to himself.
It was all he wanted. All he’d dreamed about.