Free Tank: Apaches MC by Olivia Stephens Page A

to the ground and unhooks my bra. He stands back, as far as I’ll let him with my hip’s grip to look down at me resting on the wide desk. I hear him whisper, “Fuck, you are spectacular.”
     
    He lowers himself onto me and kisses me intensely. Every bit of me falls to pieces as he holds me there in his arms, taking in every inch of my mouth with his. His tongue slips in, teasing mine as I play right back. It’s a powerful push and pull that I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. All I want is for him to conquer every part of me.
     
    His kisses move towards my neck, caressing at the nub of my ear. I feel a tender nip as he bites down and pulls. All of the nerves in my body pulsate, as I feel a rush of blood and adrenaline course through my veins. I want to yell or push him away, but I hold back, gripping onto the desk as tightly as I can.  Even the pain he causes feels magnificent when it’s against my sensitive skin.
     
    I push him further down towards my breasts. Already, my nipples have become hard at feeling him rub up against me. He takes them into his hands, warming them with his palms. He kneads at them slowly, as if he’s forming his own creation. His thumbs rest on the tips of the nipple just enough for me to feel the brush of his skin on mine. My hands fly up to his hair and my hips elevate just slightly, as I show him that I want him to take control. 
     
    He moves back up and kisses me. It’s wet and sloppy, but as I watch him go back towards my breasts, I know why. With a huff he blows hot, steamy air on the top of my nipples and around the mounds of my breasts. Then, before I can protest, he sucks in one of the breasts into his mouth. The cold of our moisture combined sends me reeling. I can feel his tongue adding to the pressure and the back of his teeth resting against the most sensitive parts of me.
     
    Why is he so good at this?
     
    He repeats the motion on the other breast, this time lingering to savor my skin. I take the opportunity to wiggle my arms underneath his large chest and grab at the black, skin-tight t-shirt. I yank it free from the belt enough to push it up his smooth body. As it crawls up his back, I push my nails into his skin, causing him to lurch forward in shock. I don’t stop. I continue my path from spine to neck and up the back of his head till his t-shirt wraps around my own body.
     
    He grabs the shirt and stands straight up. In the dark of the room, I hear him say, “Kitten can scratch, I see.”
     
    I drop myself down from the desk and stand before him, naked except for the pair of red panties I am wearing. I reach for his belt and pull him closer to me. As I unhook the buckle, I look him in the eye as I say, “I can do more than just scratch.” And with that, I lower myself to my knees, taking his pants and black boxer briefs with me. He only has seconds to realize what I’m about to do before I can take the long cock dangling between his legs in my warm hands.
     
    I hate to admit this, but I’ve lied. I’ve never pleasured a guy before—not once. It always seemed so dirty, so slutty. But I want to show Tank that I can hold my own, that I’m not one to be totally dominated. And part of me wants to reciprocate what happened in my apartment nearly a week ago.
     
    So I do what I’ve seen in the few pornos I’ve seen. I take the long, girthy length of cock in my hand, and I begin to stroke gently out and in, out and in. I go from his hips to the very tip, being careful not to twist or to pull too hard. After a few long, deep strokes, he lets out a moan that I can feel vibrate even in his shaft. “God, that feels so fucking good.”
     
    I speed up a bit, knowing that it’s what guys want. Smooth friction is the name of the game. My hand lurches forward before heading back down the same path. He leans back as I go faster, moving more rapidly. This time, I add a bit of a twist at the top, just enough so that he can feel a different sensation. In return, I