Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Tank,” she moans, bucking her hips against my touch.
I know what she wants, but Sophie needs convincing, and that’s just what I’m going to do.
“You like that?” I fuck her with my fingers in long, slow strokes meant to heighten her arousal. “Right. Here.”
“Oh, Tank. Yes, right there!” Her head falls back against the door with a loud thud, and when I move to her other breast, teasing that hard nipple with my lips and teeth, she shouts my name again. “Tank!”
I smile against her tits, licking and sucking back and forth, keeping up a steady torture that has her wild with desire. My thumb swirls her clit, and she tries to grab my wrist, but the belly is in the way.
“Tank,” she growls.
I smile again and pull back. “Is this what you want, sweet Sophie?” I add another finger to her dripping pussy, and apply more pressure to her clit, pumping and circling fast and hard until she’s flying apart, body trembling against the door.
“Yes, just like that…yes!” She rides my hand until her orgasm is complete, smiling up at me. “Damn, Tank. That was perfect.”
You’re perfect. The words are on the tip of my tongue, and not just those words either. The other words, three far scarier words hover on the edge of my lips. I love you. “Be mine, Soph.”
She lets out a squeak of surprise when I scoop her into my arms before settling against my chest as best she can. “I am yours,” she purrs.
As I lay her across the bed, undress, and snuggle up behind her, I know it’s true. She is mine, without a doubt, but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. “Mine,” I growl as I slide into the bed behind her.
“Yours,” she shoots back with a sultry smile.
The ache in her voice is enough to undo me, and I slide into her from behind, one hand gripping her meaty breasts and the other gripping her hip while I fuck her long and slow, until there’s no doubt in the fucking world who she belongs to.
When Sophie comes, it’s like a nuclear bomb exploding, wild and reckless and beautiful to witness. I don’t stop until every last drop of pleasure is wrung from her body, and she’s limp and smiling at me like a woman in love. “Damn, Tank. ”
I smile, and my hips start to move again, faster and deeper until I find my own pleasure, wrenching one last orgasm from her exhausted, beautiful body. “I love you, Sophie.” The words sneak out, but I realize that I mean them. Every word.
She lets out a small huff of laughter. “That’s just the incredible sex talking,” she says, patting my jaw and brushing a soft kiss to my lips.
I can’t deny her words sting, but I’m not giving up, not until she’s mine. Hell, not even then. I’ll never give up. “It’s not the sex,” I tell her. “But don’t worry, you’ll see.”
Sophie yawns in reply, turning and preparing to sleep.
“Sophie, we need to talk.”
She blinks and her big brown eyes are full of questions. “What’s up?”
I cup one side of her face and run my fingers through her hair, smiling down at her because she’s my whole fucking world. “I need you to come to the clubhouse with me. I know you don’t want to, but you trust me, so do this for me. Please.”
“Tank,” she whines.
“I’m serious. I can’t do what I need to do if I’m focused on whether or not you’re safe here alone. I can’t afford to be distracted, wondering if the woman and baby I love are safe. It’s a recipe for me or one of my brothers getting hurt. Or worse.”
She freezes as if she just heard me, shock in her eyes. “You love me?”
I smile. “Fuck yeah, I love you. But I need to know you’re safe, so I am one hundred percent focused. You don’t have to like it, babe. You can even be a bitch to everyone if you want. Just stay there until I come back to you.” I kissed her mouth, her throat, and then her collarbone, making her shiver beneath me. “I’ll take the first fifty diaper changes.”
She brightens at that. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Hell, yeah, I will. Just come to the clubhouse and stay there. Please?”
She lays a hand on my face, and I turn, kissing her palm and her wrist, all the way up to the crook of her arm. “Tank.” Her tone is a mixture of lust and pleading. Her resolve is weakening, even if she doesn’t want to go, she’s thinking about it. For me.
“Say yes, Sophie.”
By the time she answers, my hands and mouth are on her tits, driving her wild, making her hips gyrate and her hands searching for something to hold on to. “Yes, okay, Tank. Yes.”