Page 17 of Tank
Shrugging my shoulders, I get comfy, cuddled up to Tank, and watch the film, which, as he said it would be, is hilarious. Never seen an Octopus milking a cow porn before. This film is fucked-up. The credits roll, and my stomach hurts from all the laughing.
“That was funny and fucked-up,” I tell him, putting my mug on the coffee table.
Tank chooses that moment to grab my hips and pick me up. Instantly, I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Fuck, watching you laugh, your whole face lights up and those pouty lips of yours part. I wanna slide my hard as fuck cock between them,” he growls.
I can feel his hard-on through his jeans.
“You’ve been suffering baby, was the alley not enough for you?” I say in a pouty voice while running my fingers through his hair and scraping my nails across his scalp.
His arms wrap around my waist as he easily lifts me up and carries me to the bedroom.
“Never enough,” he says as I fly through the air and land with a bounce on his bed.
Tank then pretends to dive on top of me, causing me to giggle again.
“You’re a geek, you know that, funny boy.”
“I’m not liking these pet names you have for me,” he groans.
“What’s wrong with them?” I ask, confused.
“You keep adding boy at the end. Trust me, darlin’, I’m all man,” he replies, grabbing his crotch.
I burst out laughing again.
“Oh, don’t worry, I know you’re all man,” I reply as I grab his crotch this time.
“Don’t play with it, darlin’, I’m a man on the edge,” he warns as I unzip his jeans and push them down his legs.
Moving to the edge of the bed, I kneel on the floor at his feet and pull them to his boots. Unlacing them, I pull them and his socks off, one at a time.
“Fuck, stop drawing this out. I’m hanging by a thread here,” he groans again.
“Don’t worry, biker man, I’ll look after you.”
“Fucking sass,” he says under his breath, but from his tone, I think he really loves it.
Once I’d removed his clothes, I stand and help remove his cut to place it carefully on the chair. Then I remove his shirt until he’s completely naked in front of me.
“This feels a little unfair,” he grins as he pulls at the top of my skirt.
With a knowing smirk, I slowly slide my fingers into the waistband of the skirt and slide it down with my panties. I leave my crop top on as I’m not wearing a bra.
“And the top darlin’,” he groans as his hands slide up my sides and he helps me with the top. The minute he notices I’m not wearing a bra; his eyes go wide.
“Hold up, you’ve had no bra on this whole time?” he asks in astonishment.
I chuckle at the look on his face, then get back on my knees between his legs and take his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses as it hits the back of my throat.
Humming, he groans, his fingers thread through my hair and grip the back of my head.
“Jesus Christ, fuck, you’re good at that.”
“Erm, just good?”
