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“A drink would be nice, something cold, please. No, I haven’t eaten yet.”
Tank hands me a beer and nods to the breakfast bar.
“Take a seat, and I’ll make us something to eat. Turkey sandwich and chips, okay?”
“Fine,” I nod, still looking around the house. “Tank, your home is beautiful, not what I imagined for you,” I tell him honestly.
“Yeah, well, I had help. I wanted something homey, cozy, and welcoming at the end of a hard day. Plus, somewhere, my brothers’ ol’ ladies would feel comfortable coming. So, Carrie helped me make it a home,” he replies as he’s busy making our sandwiches.
Sliding off the stool, I walk to the windows facing the garden and notice a deck with seating, also a massive grill.
“You like entertaining,” I ask.
“Love having everyone together. We’re a family. It’s good when we can all get together,” he replies, placing a plate where I was sitting.
Walking back, I sit and tuck into my turkey sandwich.
“Thank you,” I say, giving him a smile.
“You’re welcome,” he smiles back.
We’re quiet while we eat, but it’s a comfortable silence.
“Want to finish the tour?” he asks once we’re finished.
“Sure,” I reply, sliding from the stool.
I gather the plates and take them to the sink.
“Leave them. I’ll get them later,” he says, grabbing my hand and guiding me upstairs.
I know full well what he’s up to, and I honestly don’t want to stop him. We enter the master bedroom, where I notice a massive bed with wardrobes facing it. A few have mirrored fronts. The others are dark wood that match the dresser and bed. There’s another door that leads to a master bathroom, which also looks like no expense was spared. Tank suddenly spins me around and pins me against one of the doors as his mouth attacks mine.
“Been wanting this since the store. Tell me you want this too?” he grunts between kisses.
All thoughts leave my brain, and instead of answering, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, with just as much need. This seems to be all Tank needs as his hands find the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His arms reach behind me, unclipping my bra. I slide his cut from his shoulders and step away from him. Confusion clouds his face as I walk, half-naked to the plush chair in the corner and carefully place it there. Turning to face him, I see the look of pure lust and something I can’t put my finger on as he watches me treat his cut with care. I know how much they mean to the members who wear them.
Staying where I am, near the bed, I slowly unbutton my jeans while keeping my eyes locked on his. In what I hope is a sexy move, little by little I push them and my panties down my legs, stepping out of them, leaving me completely bare for him. His eyes take in every inch of me, but he hasn’t moved from his spot. Steadily, I make my way to the bed as his eyes track me, but his hands are now quickly removing the rest of his clothes until he is also naked. His hard cock springs free, and I lick my lips, causing a groan to leave his mouth. Knowing I now have him all worked up, I crawl onto the bed and lay propped on the pillows. My hand slides down from my lips, over my breasts, tweaking each nipple as I go, before stopping at the apex of my thighs. Within seconds, Tank is at the foot of the bed as I slowly spread my legs for him. Crawling onto the bed, he slides between them, lacing our fingers together. His lips meet mine in a heated kiss as his hard cock rubs me in just the right place. The kiss becomes more heated as we put all our feelings into it.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he says as he pulls away and peppers kisses down my chin to my neck.
Suddenly, his arms hook under my legs, so they are resting in the crooks of his arms, and he slams into me. My back arches at the feeling of him inside me.
“I’m going to show you exactly what heaven feels like,” he whispers in my ear as he starts to pound into me.
I can feel myself getting closer, and I grip his forearms, anchoring myself to him. Gripping my arms, he flips onto his back, pulling me with him. Our bodies are still joined, but now I’m on top. Wrapping his arms across my back, he holds me tight against his chest as he continues to thrust into me. Burying my face into his neck, the new angle causes me to fly over the edge and scream out my release, calling out his name. My entire body convulses with the pleasure he is giving me.
“That’s my girl, not finished yet, though,” he warns as he flips me over again, like a ragdoll.
I’m now on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air and him behind me, with his hands rubbing up and down my back.
“Fuck, you have one sexy ass,” he grunts as he slaps one cheek.
The sting causes my muscles to clench inside.
“You like that, my dirty girl,” he slaps my other cheek, making me whimper.
“Need to see you,” he murmurs.
