Page 37 of Sinful Lies
Chapter 22
Tank
“You’re back.” Dia jumpsinto my arms wearing nothing but black silk panties and one of my Krymson Destroyers tee-shirts. She’s never looked so beautiful.
I rub my thumb over a streak of grease on her check, “What’s this about?”
The sexiest shade of pink flushes her cheeks “Nothing.”
She turns away and my eyes watch the way the cotton of my shirt skims her perfectly sculpted ass, stopping mid-thigh. The sight of her so at home in my room and in my clothes makes my cock twitch. She pads across the floor and flops down on my bed. I chuckle at her dismissiveness. It’s so like her to downplay her emotional outburst. Embarrassed that she couldn’t hold it together, although she has nothing to be ashamed about. I find that side of her arousing. “That’s not how Reaper tells it. He said you made that tire iron your bitch.” I tease her.
Her blue eyes tip toward the floor and she draws her lower lip between her teeth. The move incredibly sexy. “I guess I had some issues to work through.”
“Did you?” I strip off my cut and hang it on the back of the door.
“Did I what?”
“Work through your issues?” I kick off my boots and join her on my bed. I lean over her, pulling her under my body, “Cause if you have any more demons to exorcise, I know the perfect way to do that.”
“I bet you do.” I move myself between her legs and prop myself up on my elbow.
“Let me show you.” I slide my hand up her toned thigh and dip my fingers under the seam of her panties. She’s soaking wet and my cock hardness in appreciation.
Dia’s arms slide around my back as I roam further into her wetness. She lifts her head off the pillow and slams her lips to mine. My fingers glide in and out of her soft pussy as our tongues battle with each other. The soft moan she lets out tastes like fucking heaven. I want her so badly I can hardly stand it. Her hands draw down my back and tug the edge of my shirt up. Reluctantly, I leave her warmth and reach over my head to tug my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. My lips move back to hers as I work at my zipper, undoing my pants quickly so I can touch her again. My cock is throbbing as her nails skim up and down the muscles in my back. She helps push my jeans and boxers down around my ankles and my breathing kicks up a notch. My cock bursts free, urgently wanting to bury itself deep inside her. I move my hands to the waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs. We wiggle against each other, frantically trying to free us from the last confines of our clothing. With our legs unbound, she circles hers around my back and I rip my tee-shirt over her head. Her breasts greet me, perfect round mounds and peaked nipples. I cup one in the palm of my hand and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her head falls back as she moans. Her fingers reaching down to grip my pulsing cock in her tiny hand. My hand moves straight for her pussy, circling her clit with my thumb. She gasps as my fingers invade her wet folds. I move my fingers inside of her, pumping and stretching her to prepare for my enlarging cock. Her breathing quickens as I push deeper, hitting all the right spots to bring her to the edge. She moans into my mouth as I claim her lips again. Every part of her belongs to me now.
Pushing my fingers in and out, she gasps for air, moving her hips in time with my thrusts. My cock is aching to dip inside her, but she’s so close now. Her climax is my euphoria. I need to bring her there over and over, so she’ll never forget she’s mine and has always been mine. I groan my need with a deep-seated grumble tearing from my chest as her pussy clamps around my fingers and her head falls back. “This pussy is mine, Angel.”
“Then take it, Tank.” She whimpers, sounding as desperate for me as I am for her. Hearing her say my road name, accepting this version of me so freely, drives me insane.
I withdraw my fingers and grip her hips with both hands, pulling her closer. Lining myself up with her entrance, I push in slowly. Preparing her for me one inch at a time, as she bucks under me, wanting me to fill her. I don’t want to hurt her like I did last time. It had been so long and my need to possess her overtook me. I wasn’t gentle. She’s far too delicate to fuck, every time, like I’m used to.
Her hips rush upward again, as I push in further, “I want you, Tank. Now.”
Her sudden motion draws me in to the hilt, and she moans as I fill her completely. Her warmth enveloping all of me. I slam my lips to hers, and she clenches onto my forearm. Pulling back slowly, I thrust forward again. She groans and nips at my shoulder with her teeth. Maybe my Angel isn’t as delicate as I thought.
My bed creaks under our hurried movements as I pull back and thrust into her again. No one has ever felt so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock. She takes me, thrust after thrust, rolling her hips and bucking forward to meet my urgency. She feels so fucking incredible I can’t help but drive into her faster and harder. Her nails dig into my back as her teeth pierce my flesh. My heart thunders in my chest as sweat beads all over my skin.
Dia’s panting rapidly as her body tightens. Small shudders roll through her, increasing steadily as my head clouds and my balls tighten. Her back arches off the bed again and her head falls back. Her muscles clenching around my cock, so I slam into her again like a fucking freight train. Her pussy squeezes my cock like a vise as a climax rocks through her core.
My balls tighten and my cock pulses as I continue to thrust into her, panting and dizzy, but she keeps pace, desperately trying to work me toward my own climax. I have never felt such an ache before, but I don’t want to come. I want to feel her explode under me again. She shifts her leg and I hoist it over my shoulder, allowing my cock to reach a new angle. She feels so fucking good, I can’t stop. I fuck her with everything I have. My cock pushing deeper into her warmth. My bed slams into the wall. Her nails dig into my skull as she draws my head down to hers and kisses me with such intensity, it sends me over the edge. Her body trembles when I crash into her, hitting an even deeper spot. My body is on fire and my calves burn, but the feeling of her pussy clamping down on my cock makes it easy to ignore. My body jerks as my balls contract and my cock jolts inside of her. I come so hard I’m panting furiously as my body sags on top of her. I drop her leg from my shoulder and rest my forehead against hers, peppering her nose with soft kisses.
Dia smiles up at me, and I cup her chin with my hand, tipping her lips up to mine. I can’t catch my breath, but I kiss her anyway. Withdrawing from her, I roll onto my side, pulling her with me. “How are those demons?”
Dia curls against my chest, her leg straddling mine. “Almost completely gone.”
“We’ll have to see if we can rid you of them completely when I get back.”
Dia’s deep blue eyes widen as she lifts her head to look at me. “Back? You just got here.”
I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that the disappointment in her voice, hardens my cock instantly. “Did you miss me?”
“I’ve missed you every day for the last ten years, but don’t change the subject. Where are you going now?”
“To find Ben and make him pay for what he’s done to you.” She pulls away and coldness blows over my body.
I sit up next to her. “The club won’t let this go. I won’t let this go.”
I can’t expect her to understand how the club works, but this is what we do. It’s who we are. She sighs and looks at me again. “How are you going to find him? He could be anywhere by now.”
“We put feelers on the street. Every ally we have and everyone wanting to be in good graces with the club are out looking for him. That’s all you need to know.”
She drags the sheets off of me and hoists them up to cover herself, letting out a familiar pissed off huff through her nose. I missed everything about her, even how incredibly sexy she is when she’s mad. I’m not looking for a fight, but it’s better if she doesn’t ask questions. It’s club business now. “I don’t need to know? I know him better than you do. I can help find him.”
I drag myself off the bed and get dressed. “That’s how it works, Angel. Club business is private. It’s safer this way.”
I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Stay put and let us handle this. Denny, one of our prospects will be here if you need anything.” I cringe at the thought of that fucking half-wit being responsible for her, but we need everyone with us for this.
She grips a pillow between her hands, scrunching and twisting the edges as I turn to walk out, “I love you Dia. I only want to keep you safe.”
A swoosh blows past me as the pillow soars through the air and flops to the floor. I laugh under my breath. She loves me too or she wouldn’t be so pissed.
