Free Tank: Apaches MC by Olivia Stephens Page B

can feel his cock practically pulsating against my hand, as I struggle to hold onto such a big instrument.
     
    “Take it in your mouth,” he commands, completely out of breath. I don’t even second-guess it. I remove my hand and slowly open my lips just enough so that his cock slips inside. My tastebuds sense the salty drips of liquid coming from the small slit. It’s deliciously warm as I lap at it for more. But he wants more. “Deeper,” he says. And I make his wish my command.
     
    I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I can before I feel as if I’m going to gag. As I get to the end, I feel his hands wrap around my long hair to form a ponytail. With one swift motion, he pulls my head back as the cock slides nearly out before I can catch it with the suction of my lips. He then dips my head back in. I start to get his rhythm down, as I begin to pick up speed once again. He lets go of my hair and allows me to take him in. And I move at just enough speed so that I can still taste every centimeter of him growing in my mouth.
     
    My hands wrap around his thighs as I start to grow tired. But I can’t quit now. I want him to come. I want to make him explode from just my mouth. And I won’t stop until he’s there. I look up at him; he’s completely transfixed in his own world. His head is cocked up to the sky as his hands rest on his hips. He looks like a Greek God surveying his kingdom, and a bit of me jumps in glee, as I think about how I have managed to make this giant of a man succumb to me.
     
    I bring all the moisture I can get to the front of my mouth and swirl my tongue around him as I continue to stroke him. I feel his body start to tremble slightly, his knees softly dipping, his thighs tensing under my palms, his fists pushing into his skin. Even his mouth parts, as I hear a loud groan. I see his hands go for the fistful of my hair again as he pulls me completely off his cock and lifts me high enough so that my breasts wrap around the underside of his now pulsating dick.
     
    His hands wrap around his shaft as he pulls twice to keep up with my speed. And in one exquisite second, I watch in awe as the white, frothy juices pour from his cock onto my skin. A bit travels down my nipples, causing me to shake as if I’ve been out in the cold. In reality, I’m practically jumping for joy. This is exactly what I wanted—for this man to submit to me.
     
    When he finishes his long, slow descent, he looks down at me in awe. “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that so good?”
     
    I smile wickedly, as I stand slowly. My hand reaches out towards his chin, scratching at the hint of stubble coming in around his jaw. I pop onto my tippy-toes and bring my lips to him. Before they can touch, I whisper softly so that he can feel the heat of my words, “I’ll never tell.”
     

Chapter 9: The Kingpin
     
    I hate leaving her like that, sprawled naked in that huge king-size bed. But I wasn’t lying when I told her I had business to attend to. Even her dirty mouth couldn’t keep me from meeting with Guzman and his men.
     
    As I make my way through the Casa de la Belladona, a safe house my men and I use when we visit the town, I find my man, Manuel. He’s been keeping this home at its best for years now, and I know that I can trust him to keep his mouth shut. “Manuel,” I shout towards him, as he finishes speaking to two of the groundsmen. “I need you to head to town now and purchase a robe and a dress for the woman I am with. Knock and then leave it outside her doorway. She’ll be wanting it soon.”
     
    “Yes, señor. Certainly.” Manuel’s eyes grow in anticipation as I begin counting the money out of my wallet. He knows he can keep whatever is left over, and there is always plenty for him. It’s payment for him keeping quiet. He has seen a lot, more than even I can really fathom. But his loyalty has never been questioned.
     
    But as I am handing him the cash, a thought comes over me. “Manuel,