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)
Bell wiggled, anxious and needy. He smacked her ass, and she let out a little yelp while her pussy simultaneously grew wetter. “Tell me what you want,” he said.
“You.”
Another smack, her ass jiggling.
“Just me?”
“You and that big cock, obviously.”
“Feisty,” he said. “I like it.”
She heard him unbuckle, metal against metal, then the thick head of his cock rubbed along her slick folds, up and down, teasing her, making her pussy spasm, so close to orgasm.
“Please,” she chanted. She didn’t stop begging until she felt him thrust his erection inside of her, filling her, calming that deep-seated ache. He pushed to the hilt, taking her breath away.
She mewled, satisfied to have Tank inside her. She pushed back against him until he picked up a faster rhythm. He held her hips in a bruising grip as he fucked her from behind on one knee. He filled every part of her until she felt as if she was choking on his cock.
“You’re perfect, Bell.” He rammed into her, the warmth of the sun on her face as he thrust in and out of her. There were no witnesses that she knew of, but the taboo nature of their act made her pussy tingle in new ways.
Tank was tireless, a powerful stud, fucking her until she was on a precipice.
“Come for me, Bell. Come all over my dick.”
His words were like magic, and her entire body detonated, her pussy pulsing around him and bringing on his orgasm.
She had to use every ounce of energy not to drop to the ground and support herself on her arms and knees. By the time she twisted around to sit on his jacket, he was zipping up his jeans.
“Those swans will never be the same,” she said.
“They loved it.” Tank winked at her. He reached out a hand, pulling her up to her feet. Her skirt fell down into place as she stood.
How could anything be more perfect than right now?
She was in love, the sun was shining, and nothing could possibly go wrong. Then she remembered the calls she’d been getting lately, and her smile faded.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting her head up. He was frowning now, looking even sexier, if that were possible.
She shook her head but knew he wouldn’t let up. He was the only person she could talk to, so why not confide in him?
“I’ve heard from my mother,” she said. “It’s been a long time, and trust me, that’s a good thing.”
“What she want?”
“Money. What else? But I don’t have any to give, so that conversation ended pretty quick.”
“She say anything else?”
“No, but she called three times begging for whatever cash I had. She sounded drunk. I should just change my number.”
“You want me to do anything?”
She looked him in the eyes, feeling a hint of fear race through her veins. It was the first time she truly realized just what her boyfriend was capable of. Of course, she knew, but maybe she’d had blinders on. It was sexy but also scary to know he was capable of anything.
“No, no, it’s how she’s always been. She’ll move on,” she said. “Actually, she lives close to here, in that building by the river.”
“This area isn’t the best.”
“Trust me, I know. I spent a lot of my childhood around here,” Bell said.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
She held his hands to keep him from walking away. “Thank you for bringing me here,” she said. “And not just for the quickie. It’s beautiful—the pond, the swans, the thought. No one’s ever cared about me like you do.”
“And nobody ever will.” He cupped her face and kissed her. It was a slow, sensual kiss with promises attached. She closed her eyes and savored every moment of it like she was starved for affection. Maybe she was. “I’m going to tell the club about you,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I need to let my prez know how I feel about you. I’m tired of keeping you a secret. It’ll be safer once things are in the open.”
“What do they think now?”
His jaw tightened. “They don’t trust you. Think you’re sharing secrets with our enemies.”
“Why would they think that?”
“Because they saw you with that biker. They’re very quick to judge, so don’t worry about it.”
“Will they even believe you?”
Tank twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. “They’ll have to because I’m not giving you up.”
She never imagined his club could actually get in the way of their relationship, but she was realizing it was very possible and that scared her. Bell couldn’t lose Tank, not now, not ever. They were perfect together in every way.
“What if they forbid you from seeing me?”
He smirked. “I’m not a teenager, Bell. I’ll tell them how it is. Tell them you’re going to be my old lady.”
She smiled. “Old lady. I’m only twenty-three.”