Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Tank smirked. “You think I’m jailbait?”
I crawled over his naked torso. Tank groaned and gritted his teeth at the sight. “Twenty-three.”
I smiled. “Then I hope you like older women.”
Tank grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back again. “Fucking love ’em.” Then he kissed me. Tank’s lips were soft against mine. It surprised me how soft. He was so big and rough, with that deep graveled voice. He tasted of mint and liquor.
I was instantly addicted.
Tank broke away from my mouth, leaving me desperate to have him back. He smirked, clearly seeing my need for his taste back in my mouth. But he didn’t kiss me again; instead, he pulled my tank over my head to reveal the black bra that barely held my tits. “Fuck,” he groaned. He cupped one breast with his hand, then reached between them to unhook the front fastening.
Damn, he knew what he was doing.
My tits sprang free, and he immediately took my right nipple into his mouth. I held him tighter as the wet lashes of his tongue made me moan. His dick rubbed against my clit.
He was driving me crazy.
“Get my jeans off,” I said. Tank’s hands moved to my waistband and snapped open the buttons. I lifted my ass so he could pull them down. He took my black thong with them. He must have agreed that there was no time to admire my fucking underwear—though they were sexy as fuck.
I kicked off my jeans and felt Tank’s fingers slip along my pussy lips. Shudders ran down my spine. But I needed him naked too. I unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. I licked my lips when his long thick cock slapped against his stomach.
“Shit, darlin’. You’re hung!”
Tank clearly wasn’t in the mood for chatting about his dick’s girth. He shuffled down the bed and spread my legs apart with his calloused hands. His eyes locked on my pussy as his fingers circled my clit. I put my hand on the back of his head, just in case he tried to go anywhere else. “So fucking pretty,” he rasped, and then swiped his hot tongue from my slit to my clit. My back arched off the bed. But he didn’t stop. He just kept going, lapping his tongue over my clit and up inside me, making me lose my fucking mind.
“Tank . . . fuck,” I cried out as my legs started to shake.
“You taste fucking perfect, beauty queen.” He pushed two fingers inside me. I bucked and thrashed on the mattress. My nails dug into Tank’s shaven scalp, but he didn’t even flinch. “Gonna come, darlin’,” I hushed out as his tongue worked my clit and his fingers hit my G-spot. My legs shook harder and my eyes closed as I broke apart, my orgasm taking over my whole body. Tank didn’t stop, just kept licking until I pushed his head away, laughing and calling out when I couldn’t take any more.
“Enough!” I screamed. Tank moved away to take another shot from the vodka bottle that had been discarded on the bed beside us. He took another, then climbed over me, holding the vodka in his mouth. He brought his mouth to mine. The minute I opened my lips, vodka filled my mouth and trickled down my throat. I barely got time to swallow before his tongue was in my mouth, thrashing against mine. I moaned; I was getting wetter by the second.
I pushed Tank’s chest and guided him to his back. I reached for the vodka and took three long mouthfuls. I poured a shot into Tank’s mouth, returning the favor, then poured a stream of liquor onto his ripped stomach. The vodka pooled at his abs. Moaning at the sight, I lowered my head. I lapped at the vodka with my tongue, before sipping my way up his abs to his wide chest. My lips curved into a smile when I saw him looking down at me, his arms folded behind his head.
But his quick breathing told me he wasn’t as calm as he looked.
“Feels fucking good, beauty queen.” His pupils were blown.
I ducked my head back down and nipped and licked my way down to his dick. I paused as I reached the tip, the head already wet from the vodka. Tank’s chest rose and fell in anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, I licked the flat of my tongue over his cock, lapping a lazy circle around the head. “Fuck!” Tank hissed, and fisted his hand in my hair. I felt fucking high. The vodka, the freedom, and the fact I had this beast of a guy breathless under me had me high as a kite.
With short, gentle licks, I teased and teased until Tank’s thigh muscles were strained. “Beauty . . .” he rasped, unable to finish the sentence with his usual “queen.” I liked it better. His hand gripped my hair so tight I moaned. “Beauty . . .” Tank said again. “Beauty—”