Tank's Property(26)

One of the guys opened a side door and came up to the driver’s side window.

“I’m here to see Tank.” He didn’t bother looking at the Patch.

“Who the fuck are you?” the asshole asked.

Wrath turned his head and looked at the man. He was wearing a prospect cut, his hard eyes dark, shrewd in appearance, but Wrath could see he wasn’t as dangerous as he liked to think he was.

“I’m the man that’s going to fuck you up if you don’t let me see Tank.” He held the man’s focus for a long second. “He called, needing my help concerning some asshat and a couple of women.” The prospect took a step back, and then motioned for another of the bikers to come over. The two men spoke for several seconds, and Wrath felt his annoyance grow. He wasn’t a patient man, never had been.

“Open it up, boys,” the prospect said.

“About fucking time,” Wrath said, not bothering to keep his voice down. He drove up to where a few other SUVs were parked and cut the engine. For a second he just sat there, listening to the clicking of the engine cooling, and thinking about what was to come. He’d left his production behind in the hands of a few men he trusted enough to deal with the shit.

But this had to do with the people he considered his family.

Lila. Fucking Lila.

He closed his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his eyes, still having those memories of what he felt for her, but having buried them so deep inside of him he thought he could ignore them.

You can’t fucking ignore them, not when they concern her.

“Fuck,” he said into the darkness, and knew that once he saw Lila he wouldn’t be able to walk away again.

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Tank’s big body rested against Bunny’s, pressing her into the mattress and sending a lovely, heavy sensation coursing through her.

“I want you so much, baby,” he murmured against her throat, and Bunny loved how his stubble scraped along her skin. She ached for more of that tingle that raced along her spine. He was so muscular, so big and heavy that she felt her breath leaving her. But she would gladly suffocate to experience this moment.

Warm, hard male flesh molded into hers, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away. Bunny wasn’t ashamed to beg him, to plead for Tank to ease her suffering. His cock was long and big, and she remembered how it had felt when he’d fucked her for the first time, claimed her virginity all those years ago.

“I am going to make you scream out as I fuck you, Bunny.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Tank’s narrow hips fit perfectly in the cradle of hers, and the hard, impossibly thick length of his dick parted her pussy lips. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbed her slickness along his cock, pleasuring her but not penetrating her. She was so ready for him, and so damn wet.

“Fuck me, Tank.”

A guttural groan left him, and he jerked his hips forward.

“It feels so good, baby girl.” He curled his fingers around her upper arms and pressed his hips into hers again, but harder this time. Over and over he did this, his length sliding up and down her cleft as he rocked against her. The tip of his erection bumped her clit on every upstroke, and Bunny had to bite her lip or she would have begged for him to move harder, faster.

Maybe I should beg? I know it would turn him on.

She rose up and stared down the length of her body. She saw his cock moving between her folds, and watched the tip of his dick bump her clit.

He rocked against her faster now. “My need for you is undeniable.” He was dry humping her, and bringing her closer to an orgasm. Another bump to her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure coursed through her. Bunny fell back on the bed and breathed out as the ecstasy moved into every cell in her body.

“I need you, Tank,” she managed to say. He had his mouth at her throat, was still kissing and sucking at her skin, and she loved that he was erotically abusing her flesh.

Tank pushed up from her, one forearm braced on either side of her head, and looked down at her body. “You’re so fucking hot, Bunny, so mine.” The muscles in his jaw jumped beneath his stubble covered flesh.

She reached up and touched the side of his face. Bunny ran her finger along the stubble, loving the dual sensations of heat and discomfort. She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed the underside of his jaw, running her tongue along the strong, square line. He groaned. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore, not with the arousal coursing through her.

“I’m so wet for you.”

He swallowed, and she watched the way his throat worked from the act. “Yeah, baby, you are really fucking primed for me,” he whispered. He rubbed her clit softly for few seconds, back and forth until awareness traveled through her, starting between her legs and working its way up her body. Her nipples tightened as blood rushed to them.