Tank (Reckless Souls MC #10) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
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I lean forward and nip his bottom lip because I can’t get enough of him. “Tank,” I whisper against his mouth. “I want you too.”

Those words break the dam, and he pushes me back against one of the shelves, neither of us giving a damn as boxes of gauze fall all around us. His mouth takes control in rough nips at my lips, deep plunging thrusts of his tongue as his hands roam my body, pulling my pants down to my ankles, and I step out of them.

“Sophie,” he moans. “So fucking soft.” One hand palms the outside of my thigh and lifts it over his hip, bringing my panty-covered pussy right up against the rough denim covering the thick erection he’s not trying to hide.

His knuckles brush against my panties, and my head falls back, a moan escaping and echoing in the small room.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he growls in my ear, slipping one hand into my panties and running two thick fingers along my swollen lips. “So fucking wet. Is that all for me?”

I nod, gripping his broad shoulders as he fucks me with those two thick fingers. “Has been for weeks now. Oh!” His fingers sink so deep his knuckles hit my clit, and my hips buck forward. “Tank...”

Tank pulls back, his eyes full of heat as he licks my juices from his fingers. “Panties off.”

The feminist in me wants to say no. The sassy bitch in me wants to make him take them off me. But the horny slut whose pussy is dripping just shoves down the panties and steps out of them. Feeling bold, I shove them into the pocket of his jeans. “Panties off. Happy?”

“Soon,” he growls and drops to his knees, tossing one leg over his shoulder as he opens me up and runs a wide, flat tongue up and down my clit. “Suh-weet,” he growls and goes back in, licking my clit the same way he licked the frosting from his lips.

“Tank,” I moan and let my fingers tangle in his hair, thrusting slightly against his mouth. “More. I need more.”

He stands, and my legs nearly buckle when his tongue leaves my pussy. “More what?” he growls. “Tell me.”

“More,” I whisper, unfastening his belt and then his button. “More of you.”

“You want this cock.” It’s not a question, but when I reach into his jeans, wrapping my hands around the long—holy shit, it’s really long—thick cock, he lets out a loud hiss that hits me low in my belly.

“I need it,” I tell him, running my thumb over the drop of pre-come at the tip. “Now.”

In one swift move, Tank shoves down his pants and boxer briefs, holding his thick cock in his beefy hand, stroking it roughly while his gaze never leaves me.

I risk a look down and gasp at the size of his cock. It’s long, maybe eight inches and thick. The head is pink and swollen with need. “Wow.”

His lips kick into a teasing grin. “Can’t wait to fill up that tight pussy.”

I swallow and nod. “Yes, please.”

“Such a good little girl,” he growls and lifts me by the waist. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Soph. Long and slow,” he asks, lowering me just enough that his thick tip slips inside, and shallow thrusts teasing me and making me want more. Over and over, those shallow thrusts send waves of juices flooding my core and his cock. “Or hard and fast?”

“Fuck. Me. Tank.” This teasing is hot as fuck, but right now, I’m so wound up, so horny for his dick that I’ll let him fuck me upside down as long as I get his cock inside me.

“Hard and fast it is,” he grunts, sliding me down in one long thrust until his big cock impales me up to my stomach. “Ah, so fucking tight.”

“So fucking big,” I grunt, breathing slowly to adjust to his size.

“You good?”

I nod. “I will be when you start fucking me.”

His lips kick up into a satisfied grin. “Good girl,” he says back, fingertips digging into my waist as he lifts me up and down on his big cock, fucking me like a rag doll, and I love every second of it.

“This pussy is perfect,” he growls. “Tight. So fucking wet I’m not sure I can hold back.”

“Tank.” He’s holding me, controlling all of it, and I have nothing to grasp onto, which only heightens my arousal. Every stroke brings me closer and closer to coming, and every dirty syllable from his mouth nudges me to the edge.

“Even your pussy lips, wet and dragging against my cock. So fucking good,” he growls, moving me faster and faster until I can’t stop the flood, between my thighs or shooting out of my pores. “Fuck, you’re about to come. That greedy cunt is gripping me tight.”


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