“How does it…” He couldn’t believe he was asking this. With others, he didn’t care what they thought. Sex was just sex.Bell was different. So fucking different. “How does it … feel?”
“Amazing, Tank. So good. You’re, er, you’re big.”
He chuckled, and she gasped.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. He hoped he had the strength to stop and to pull out. Causing her pain was so hard. He couldn’t stand it. He had to be the one to stop it.
“No!” Her hands grabbed his ass, holding him in deep. “That felt incredible.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know. You’re not going to. Please, Tank, I want to feel you.”
Tank slowly pulled out of her. He took his time, even as every part of his brain was telling him to fuck her and to do it hard. He didn’t.
He was the perfect gentleman, giving her the time she needed. He waited, watching.
And then, when it was just the head of his cock within her, he thrust, shallow at first, allowing her to get better accustomed to him. There was no sign of pain this time.
Bell hissed, arching her back so that her tits thrust up into the air, and he couldn’t look away. Her nipples were tight, hard buds, just begging to be sucked. His mouth watered for a taste.
Tank was slowly losing it.
He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to hang on. “Tell me if you want me to stop, got it?” he ordered her, even though he had no idea if he’d be able to have the strength to stop. Bell felt incredible. Her pussy was so fucking tight. So wet. It was like she was made for him and his dick alone.
There was no one else he wanted.
At that moment, he didn’t even give a shit about the club or his brothers.
He grabbed her hands and placed them on either side ofher head, holding her still. Then he paused, waiting for several seconds, just feeling her tight cunt pulse around his dick. Tank stared into her beautiful green eyes. They no longer held pain, but something he recognized— arousal and need.
Bell needed him.
Tank started to pull out of her tight, hot, soaking wet cunt, and he didn’t look away from her. He wanted to look between them and watch his length going inside her. Seeing her hole stretch over his dick, but he didn’t want Bell to look away.
Tank wanted her focus to be entirely on him.
He’d never been selfish before in his life. Never cared if a woman looked his way or not. When it came to Bell, the only man he wanted her to think about was him. Only him. With his dick balls deep inside her, he didn’t want her imagining anyone else.
This was a new feeling for him—something dark, intense, and foreign.
Driving inside her, he repeatedly thrust deep, keeping her hands at either side of her head, holding her down as he drove in hard.
Bell started to thrust her pelvis up to meet him, and he struggled to stay in control. She was pure fire, and he loved it.
Tank wanted to teach her everything, to make her crave sex as much as he did.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“So good, Tank.”
“Do you love the feel of my dick?” he asked, testing the waters.
Her body was already flush, coated in a fine layer of perspiration. He wanted to feel her come all over his dick.
Reaching between their bodies, he touched her clit, stroking her and feeling her reaction as she seemed to tighten around him.
So good. He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from losing control.