Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
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 of her 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.
“Tank!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name. Don’t hold anything back. Let me have it all.”
She writhed, screamed his name, and he felt her release as it soaked his cock. There was no way he had any more control. It had all been used up.
All he wanted now was her, all of her, consumed by his need to take her.
Grabbing her hand, he locked their fingers together and fucked her, hard and fast, driving deep. Hitting the hilt inside her and not stopping. He couldn’t.
Tank was so close.
Her green gaze captivated him, and he fucked her, reaching his pinnacle and then falling over the edge as he came hard, filling her naked womb with his cum.
He’d deal with all the consequences later.
For now, he just wanted to enjoy his woman.
****
Bell couldn’t believe what had just happened last night. It had been … surreal. First, there had been that initial pain. What did she expect? The man’s size was nothing to laugh at.
She’d kicked Tank out of her life for the fact he didn’t trust her. It had hurt. She’d never done anything in her life that would make her untrustworthy. Tank had invaded her privacy because of his club, and maybe as well, because a part of him had believed he couldn’t trust her, which stung, obviously.
She hated that he didn’t trust her, but what she disliked even more was not seeing him.
Going to the diner had been so lonely. She found herself glancing toward the door time and time again to see if she could see him, imagining him coming to rescue her from her own misery.
Bell didn’t know if he’d been waiting in the wings for her. Watching her walk home. When that weird biker guy had started to stalk her, asking her all kinds of questions, she realized her hope of Tank watching had died.
There was no way he would’ve allowed her to be treated like that. She truly thought she was going to die.