Tank's Property(38)

“Fuck, baby, every part of you was made for me.”

“Yes.”

He continued to lick at her until she felt the familiar tendrils of an orgasm start to rise. Tank curled his finger around the thin elastic of her panties, tightened them against her body until it dug into her flesh, and hummed loudly.

“I fucking love you,” he grunted out.

“Tank—”

“Shh, baby. I got you. Just let me work you over. Let me make you feel good.” His mouth was so close to her anus now, but he didn’t lick her there, just breathed heavily and made these deep, needy noises. When he started biting the cheeks of her ass she rested her head on the counter and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feelings he evoked inside of her.

The air left her in a gush when he went back to licking her pussy. Tank dragged his tongue right up her center and latched onto her clit. She was going to come, and really damn hard, too. It was when he dragged his teeth gently across the bundle of nerves that she bit her lip until she tasted blood. Bunny moaned out her climax. Never once did he stop tormenting her until she sagged on the counter and panted for breath.

“So good, baby. Christ, so fucking good.” The way he curled his fingers into her flesh, pulled her more firmly into his face, and devoured her like he was starving, had gush after gush of moisture leaving her pussy as she continued to come.

Finally he pulled back from her, but only enough to spear a finger into her cunt, fuck her that way so she felt her pleasure heighten all over again. A gasp left her when he pumped that digit in and out of her in slow, measured strokes. He withdrew, but wasn’t nearly done, not when he took that now soaked finger, pressed it to her anus, and slowly pushed it into her ass. He finger-fucked her back there, and used his other hand to cup her between the thighs.

At the first touch of his thumb teasing her oversensitive clit she tensed and felt another orgasm approach. Tank was methodical and precise as he worked her at both ends, and soon she was fucking herself on his hand. The orgasm that rushed forward had stars dancing in front of her eyes, claiming her vision. When he stood and smoothed his hands up her outer thighs, running his nails along her sensitive flesh, she didn’t know if she could take any more. She was flipped back around, and in one easy move he had her lifted on the counter with her ass hanging over the edge. Her legs were spread wide, and when he moved his wide shoulders between them, his warm breath fanning her pussy, all she could think about was him shoving that rock hard cock between his thighs into her.

“You smell so good, Bunny.” He lowered his gaze to between her legs. “You’re so fucking wet and swollen, and it is all because you want me. You’re like this because of me.” The next sequence of events happened so quickly all she could do was hold on and let him take control. Tank gripped her hips and jerked her forward until she was perilously close to falling off the counter, but he held her tightly, made sure she was secure.

“You’re teasing me so much,” she managed to say.

“Yeah, but you like it as much as I do. You were made for me.” Before she knew what he was doing he had her off the counter and in his arms. He sat down on one of the kitchen tables, and before he pulled her on his lap he got her fully naked. One she was on his lap, he made sure her legs were obscenely spread for him.

Tank cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and their faces only an inch apart, Bunny could smell herself on him. Here she was, naked and aching for him despite just climaxing. He reached between their bodies, got his cock out through the fly, and stroked himself a few times.

“Kiss me, baby.”

She leaned in and did just that. He was hard beneath her ass, and so thick and long. A man like Tank was feral and carnal, and he’d always been that way from the very moment he’d come into her life. He might be been more intense now, even more primitive, in a sense, but she loved every part of him, no matter what.

“Look at you.” He roamed her face with his gaze, and he settled his stare on her mouth. She felt his cock jerk under her ass. “So fucking beautiful and mine.” He said that under his breath, as if he meant to keep it inside. Before she could say anything, even if she could have formed any words at that moment, he speared his hand behind her head and curled his fingers around the nape of her neck. He claimed her mouth with his, stroked his tongue along hers, and took full possession of her with just that one kiss.

Memories filled her at the flavor of him. It was an aphrodisiac like no other. When she went to wrap her hands around his neck he groaned low in his throat and moved away only long enough to position her arms behind her back, keeping he in place for whatever he wanted to do.