His hands reached around to cup her tits, his thumbs moving back and forth against the pointed buds. Her breasts heaved against his hands each time he shoved inside her.
“It feels so damn good,” she groaned as she met his thrusts.
He raised his hand and landed a slap on her butt and pushed forward, pinning her further down into the mattress while pounding her harder; her guttural whimpers drove him on.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, keeping up the pace.
“Shit … I’m close,” she said.
Her pussy started to flutter around him, her thighs shook harder than ever, and he saw her hands clench the sheets as she cried out. He bit back a shout of his own as the base of his spine tightened. He gripped her harder—knowing that her delicate flesh would bear his mark—and pushed her butt higher to intensify the angle, then pummeled even deeper inside her.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her backward, wanting to look into her face as the pressure in his balls escalated. Chestnut brown eyes met his as he took all of her in: matted hair, reddened lips, glowing skin. With his gaze still locked on hers, his whole body tensed then he shuddered his release, her walls spasming around him.
“Fuck, Lena,” he growled.
Tank rubbed his hands over her soft ass as he tried to steady his breathing. She quivered beneath his touch and collapsed on the bed. He lowered his head and trailed soft kisses from her lower back up to her neck, then he pulled out of her, disposed of the sheath, and lay down beside her. He wrapped her in his arms, burying his face into her hair. She pressed closer against him as though trying to sink into his chest.
“We’re good together, woman,” he whispered.
“I know,” she said drowsily.
He reached down and pulled a light blanket over them, then stared up at the ceiling. It had been a long time since he’d had any feelings other than lust for a woman. He knew he would never get enough of her.He could already feel hisbody stirring,reacting to the mere thought of her.
There was no doubt about it—he was addicted to her.