Free Unleash Me, Vol. 2 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) by Christina Ross Page B

moment ago, I took in every inch of him now — especially those
inches that were pulsing right in front of me — and as difficult as it had been for me to
accommodate him at first, I nevertheless wanted him inside of me now.
    But Tank had other ideas.
    “ Seen enough? ” he asked.
    Before I could answer, he buried his face between my legs, moved beyond
my wet folds with his tongue, and made me cry out in ecstasy as he brought me
to orgasm almost immediately.   I was
so turned on at that point that I felt almost delirious.   My hands reached out and grasped the
sheets.   I writhed on the bed as the
last delicious edges of my climax left me.   And then I shot him a look.
    “ Fuck me, ” I said.
    “ You want to be
fucked?   The last time you wanted me
to spank you. ”
    “ Don ’ t think I don ’ t want you to do it again. ”
    “ Don ’ t think I won ’ t do it again. ”
    “ Don ’ t think I won ’ t be asking. ”
    “ Don ’ t think I won ’ t make your ass sting when
you ’ re brave enough
to ask. ”
    A surge of energy burst between us.   When I couldn ’ t
stand it any longer, I reached up and pulled him toward me until our mouths met
with one searing kiss.   As we
kissed, I reached down between his legs, grabbed his cock, and pressed it
against the tip of my sex.
    “ Fuck me, ” I said.
    He pressed his lips against my ear.   “ So, you want
to get fucked.   Is that it? ”
    “ Only if you ’ re man enough to do
it.   Let ’ s hope Singapore didn ’ t make you soft. ”
    I saw him smile at that, and I knew that both of us wanted to burst out
laughing at this point, but we kept it together.   This was all in fun, and thank God he
was up for it.   I liked a little
role play — and
with Tank, I had to admit that I felt safe to experiment in ways that I hadn ’ t with anyone before him.
    “ Fine, then, ” he said.   “ Let ’ s fuck. ”   He swept me around and lifted my
ass up in the air.   “ This might take some time. ”
    “ What does
that even mean?   A few minutes? ”
    “ How about a
few hours? ”
    “ I ’ m warning you — I could go all
night. ”
    Unexpectedly, he slapped me on my ass.   Before I could react, he did it again,
this time so hard that the pain stung — but
in all the right ways.  
    “ You ’ ve been wanting this,
haven ’ t you? ”
    “ I ’ ve been wanting something — I ’ ll admit that.   But what you ’ re giving me is almost respectful.   What are all of your muscles for,
anyway?   Are you afraid I can ’ t handle them?   Do you even have it in you to really let
me have it like you did before? ”   Apparently, he did.   He slapped my ass so hard, it burned — not that I ’ d give him the pleasure of
knowing that.   “ That didn ’ t hurt, ” I said.
    “ The hell it
didn ’ t. ”
    “ Please.   You ’ ve been gone a week.   You ’ ve forgotten how I like it. ”
    “ Really?   That ’ s what you think? ”
    “ If I ’ m wrong, then give me what
I want — if you
can even remember. ”
    And that ’ s all
it took.   After slapping my ass three
times with the back of his hand, he gripped my hips with this massive hands,
jerked me toward him, and then entered me with one deep thrust.  
    I wasn ’ t about
to lose face now.   So, despite the
painful fullness I felt at that moment, I bucked against him, and I met his
thrusts with my own.   Then, when he
leaned forward to pinch my nipples, I bit down hard on my lip.   That act alone almost did me in, but I
wanted the moment to build, so I slapped his hands away from me and kept myself
from going there.
    Only with Tank had I ever felt safe enough to explore my sexual
fantasies like this, and part of those fantasies involved the control that came
from keeping as silent as possible while he did his best to please me.   It wasn ’ t meant to be a cruel gesture — Tank knew what I was doing.   He knew it was a game.   He knew I was just making him work a