Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“But I need you to move.” I try again to move under him again. I thrust my hips up, but his powerful body has me pinned beneath him. My pussy clenches at the realization, causing Tank to curse. “Tank, please,” I beg. My hand drops from his face, going to his body. I’m not sure what I’m trying to accomplish with my hands, but I just need them all over him.
“I got you.” He pulls out of my pussy a little, which makes me gasp at the sensation. It stings a touch, but the pleasure is more and overrides everything else. It reminds me of the burn I feel when I push a muscle too far. It’s a bittersweet pain, but I still want to push for more. I want to see how far and how much I can take. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts as he starts to move.
I cry out when he shifts, lifting to his knees as he takes my small hips into his hands. Our eyes go to where he’s thrusting in and out. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life.
“Tell me you’re almost there.” My eyes travel up his body to lock with his. He’s watching my face. He reaches down and strums my clit as he continues to thrust into me. My body begins to tremble, the orgasm pushing down on me quickly. I don’t want to come already but I know it will be one in a long chain of many if the two he’s given me already so quickly are a sign of what is to come.
“Tank!” I cry out. Pleasure rushes through me and my whole body comes undone. His warm release spills inside of me.
My eyes flutter open when his mouth touches mine. I didn’t realize I’d closed them. “Sleep,” he tells me. I only nod as he rolls us. His cock is still inside me as I lie against his chest. He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me in place while I drift off to sleep. I’m not sure if I dreamed his words of love or it he’d really said them. Either way, for the first time in my life I feel like I’m home.
CHAPTER 11
TANK
I wake up with my dick inside of Erika, which makes this officially the best morning of my life. I don’t know if I was hard all night or I started fucking her in my sleep. Both seem like plausible explanations. I’ve been hard since I laid eyes on her and my dick wants nothing more than to be in her 24/7.
Thank fuck my dumbshit mouth didn’t scare her away. Last night, the words “I love you” slipped out. I can’t control my dick or my tongue when it comes to her.
Her head is tucked under my chin and her long hair spills over my arm and chest like a silk blanket. I press my lips onto the top of her head. As much as I want to stay inside her, I have a sad cat outside the door to attend to. Plus, this little pussy needs a break. We fit, but she’s small and my dick is huge and we did not take it easy last night.
Erika’s got a lot of stamina. And she’s bendy from all the dancing she does. I couldn’t help but explore exactly how flexible she could be. Answer: really fucking flexible. As in, she can hold her legs to her nose, which wasn’t a position I thought I’d like until we tried it and then it became my fourth-favorite position. She’s extra tight when her legs are like that, squeezing my thick cock like a vise.
Cowgirl is my third favorite because there’s nothing like seeing her slide up and down my rod while her tits are bouncing in the air. I didn’t last more than ten strokes in the face of that show. Doggy-style is my second favorite because I can slap her ass and lick the elegant curve of her spine. It’s both classy and dirty at the same time. The number one position, though, is good old missionary. There’s some real magic in staring into Erika’s eyes as I slide so far inside my dick hits her womb. I’m going to make a baby in there, someday.
Not now, though. Now I need to take care of both pussies. One needs a hot cloth to ease her sore muscles and the other needs some food. Erika makes a little mewling sound as I withdraw. My heart does a flip. She misses me. Even in her sleep, she wants me close. Her little sound of protest makes me feel better. Maybe she won’t run off screaming when her eyes pop open.
I tuck the blankets around her and then silently exit the room. Tuesday gives a tiny lion rawr of discontent. I bend down and lift the small tabby mix and snug her up against my chest. “Sorry, little one, but your daddy didn’t think you’d want to see all that action.”