Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
His words cut off as I swallowed his cock, taking him right to the back of my throat. “Shit,” he groaned, bucking his hips, making me take more of him. I took it. Sucking, swirling my tongue around the tip and along the veins and ridges. And I didn’t let up. I worked him faster and faster with every passing second. I couldn’t get enough of his taste on my tongue, and I swallowed every bit of pre-cum that burst in my mouth.
“Fuck.” Tank pushed my head from his dick. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.” I kept going, addicted to his taste. “No,” he said, then picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He crushed his mouth to mine. “Wanna fuck you, beauty queen. Wanna be inside that hot cunt when I come.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my pussy against his hard cock. “Then fuck me and stop just fucking talking about it.”
Tank growled, then reached over to his discarded jeans and pulled out a rubber. I held on to him, my arms around his neck, as he tore the wrapper. I lay back on the mattress, legs open and waiting while he rolled the rubber down his big dick. He crawled over me then flipped me onto my stomach.
I called out in surprise, smiling when I fell to the mattress beneath me. Tank’s arms hooked under my shoulders and his mouth came to my ear. “Get ready, beauty queen.”
I opened my legs wide and turned my head, speaking against his lips. “You get ready, big boy. You ain’t ever had a pussy as tight as mine.”
Tank smirked at my sass, then slammed into me in one long stroke. I groaned, my forehead dropping to the mattress. “Fuck!” Tank’s heavy weight pressed against me, his hard stomach to my back. And he did as he promised. He didn’t let up. He fucked me into the mattress. It wasn’t slow and steady; it was primal and raw and fucking savage . . . exactly what I needed.
The liquor in my stomach made my head swim. I clutched the pillows as moan after moan slipped from my lips, joining Tank’s groans. I rolled my hips, giving back as much as I received. Tank tightened his grip on me, then suddenly pulled out and rolled me over, only to hitch my legs over his shoulders and sink back into me again.
“Christ! Yes!” I moaned, my head snapping back as my legs started to shake. Tank’s hands moved to my tits, squeezing the flesh on his palms. “These tits . . .” he growled, thrusting faster as I clenched around his dick.
“I’m gonna come . . .” I said, my hands gripping the headboard as he relentlessly took me, harder and harder until I didn’t know my own fucking name. Tank pounded into me one more time, then I stilled and let my orgasm rip through me. I dropped my hands and dug my nails into him so hard that I cut into his tattooed skin. I opened my eyes to see Tank’s eyes close and his teeth clench.
He slammed into me one last time and came, a long, groaned “Fuck!” slipping from his lips.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he rocked into me, slowing with every thrust. Couldn’t rip my eyes from his as they opened and I caught sight of that bright blue. He caught his breath as he stared down at me, a smile pulling on his lips.
“You got a sweet pussy, beauty queen.” He smiled wider. “That was worth three years of waiting.”
I laughed, shivers spreading on my skin from the feel of him still inside me. “And you got a sweet cock, darlin’.”
Tank leaned down and kissed me, laughing against my lips. He slipped from me and lay beside me. I rolled to face him, tracing a skull tattoo on his arm. His skin was wet with sweat and liquor. “Any vodka left?” I asked.
He grabbed the bottle from the floor. There was a mouthful for each of us at the bottom. We each took a shot, and he threw the bottle to the floor. Tank rolled his head on the pillow to face me. “I thought beauty queens were meant to be all prim and proper. Not taking on convicted Klan members in the sack and talking dirty about pussies and cocks.”
I leaned up on my elbow. “Firstly, ex-Klan members. And secondly, I ain’t no beauty queen anymore. You gotta cut that nickname right the fuck now.”
He smirked. “I’ll just stick with Beauty then.”
I rolled my eyes, but I kinda loved that. Beat Susan-fucking-Lee. I leaned my arms on Tank’s chest. “I might’ve been a beauty queen, but I was no angel.” I laughed. “Let’s just say that from a young age I learned to sneak outta my window and get my fun. The beauty-queen shit was all a mask I wore for my mamma. I ain’t no Virgin Mary. I like sex and I ain’t ashamed to say so.”