“Fuck I've wanted you. I've always wanted you,” he grates out. His hand still over my mouth. My body heated and wet from his nearness. Some sick thrill runs through me. Getting off of the anger and rage rolling off of him. Sticking my tongue out I run my tongue over the palm of his hand. Closing his eyes slowly he looks like he's fighting with his patients. “Fuckin' hell. You're playin' with fire baby. I will make you beg and then I will fuck you.” His voice rough and heavy. My skin burns with want. I'm soaking wet. My body screaming for him. Fuck do I want him. He's beautiful when he's angry. Removing his hand from my mouth I smirk up at his grumpy scowl etched into his brow. He's still breathing heavy, grumbling to himself. Hand gripping mine tightly. Fingers digging to my wrists. Leaning up I'm only inches from his lips. “Talk is cheap, biker .” I challenge him.
Fist full of my hair he slams his lips to mine. Rough and hard he bites my already split lip, but I don't feel anything other than lust. Fingers wrapped tightly in my hair. Harsh and ruthless, he kisses me. He bites my lip hard drawing blood. I taste the blood. Licking my lips he slides his tongue in. Tasting me, feeling me. “Lil ...” he growls around my lips. “Shut the fuck up,” I growl back. Enough talking. I think we've talked to God damn much. Grabbing his shirt in my hands I rip it up over his head leaving me with pure sex. A body made for sin. Tattoos cover his hard sculpted chest and strong arms. Wash board abs makes my hands itch. God he is beautiful. Dark smooth skin. Reaching a hand down I go for his pants. Snatching my hand up kisses my finger shaking his head. “Hold the fuck still,” he warns me hoarsely. Fuck that. Rising up again I smash my lips to his. Biting his bottom lip I let it drag through my teeth roughly. A hiss of breath leaves his mouth, “fuck!” Raking my hands over his chest and stomach I marvel at the warm smooth skin. Built and strong, he's all muscle. Pinning my hands back down he smirks. Tilting my hips up I wrap my legs around his waist. Ankles locked around his hips. He looks a little shocked, but lets me do it anyways. His dick is agonizingly close to me. God do I want it. Focus Lil. Focus. In one quick twist he's under me. My hands still tangled with his. Legs straddling his hips. Pussy pressing painfully good into his dick. I hold back the moan at the feeling. Returning his smirk I tell him, “ you hold the fuck still.” I've no doubt I'll never be able to get away with that move again. He'll be ready next time. Shaking his head in disbelief he chuckles. “You're trouble my sweet girl,” he drawls smoothly. Letting go of my hands they find my hips. Leaning down into him I let my hands wonder. Lips on his neck, tongue tasting his skin. His hands roaming my body, finding skin. One hand wrapped up in my hair he tugs my lips to his. All soft and tender he kisses me. Licks, sucks, and tastes my lips.
Knock! Knock! Loud knocking interrupts us. Looking up at the door Tank just shakes his head and kisses me ignoring the door. The person doesn't get the hint, the handle rattles a few times. Tank growls in frustration. “Who the fuck is it?” he shouts impatiently at the door. Just like cold water the voice pours over me. “It's you're old lady, baby,” the women on the other side of the door purrs. Old lady? He's married? What the fuck. Scrambling up and off of Tank I can't get away quick enough. Two blows to my confidence. My poor ego is hiding somewhere under a table now. He's seeing someone and fucking around with me? I'm not sure why I'm so surprised they're all like this. It makes sense, that's why he said no to me downstairs. Fucking nasty cheating bikers. Jesus Christ I'm a fucking idiot. Leaping off of the bed he reaches for my hand. Half naked, breathing heavily, and eyes hungry. Desperately grabbing for me, trying to pull me to him. “Lil.” The
Fist full of my hair he slams his lips to mine. Rough and hard he bites my already split lip, but I don't feel anything other than lust. Fingers wrapped tightly in my hair. Harsh and ruthless, he kisses me. He bites my lip hard drawing blood. I taste the blood. Licking my lips he slides his tongue in. Tasting me, feeling me. “Lil ...” he growls around my lips. “Shut the fuck up,” I growl back. Enough talking. I think we've talked to God damn much. Grabbing his shirt in my hands I rip it up over his head leaving me with pure sex. A body made for sin. Tattoos cover his hard sculpted chest and strong arms. Wash board abs makes my hands itch. God he is beautiful. Dark smooth skin. Reaching a hand down I go for his pants. Snatching my hand up kisses my finger shaking his head. “Hold the fuck still,” he warns me hoarsely. Fuck that. Rising up again I smash my lips to his. Biting his bottom lip I let it drag through my teeth roughly. A hiss of breath leaves his mouth, “fuck!” Raking my hands over his chest and stomach I marvel at the warm smooth skin. Built and strong, he's all muscle. Pinning my hands back down he smirks. Tilting my hips up I wrap my legs around his waist. Ankles locked around his hips. He looks a little shocked, but lets me do it anyways. His dick is agonizingly close to me. God do I want it. Focus Lil. Focus. In one quick twist he's under me. My hands still tangled with his. Legs straddling his hips. Pussy pressing painfully good into his dick. I hold back the moan at the feeling. Returning his smirk I tell him, “ you hold the fuck still.” I've no doubt I'll never be able to get away with that move again. He'll be ready next time. Shaking his head in disbelief he chuckles. “You're trouble my sweet girl,” he drawls smoothly. Letting go of my hands they find my hips. Leaning down into him I let my hands wonder. Lips on his neck, tongue tasting his skin. His hands roaming my body, finding skin. One hand wrapped up in my hair he tugs my lips to his. All soft and tender he kisses me. Licks, sucks, and tastes my lips.
Knock! Knock! Loud knocking interrupts us. Looking up at the door Tank just shakes his head and kisses me ignoring the door. The person doesn't get the hint, the handle rattles a few times. Tank growls in frustration. “Who the fuck is it?” he shouts impatiently at the door. Just like cold water the voice pours over me. “It's you're old lady, baby,” the women on the other side of the door purrs. Old lady? He's married? What the fuck. Scrambling up and off of Tank I can't get away quick enough. Two blows to my confidence. My poor ego is hiding somewhere under a table now. He's seeing someone and fucking around with me? I'm not sure why I'm so surprised they're all like this. It makes sense, that's why he said no to me downstairs. Fucking nasty cheating bikers. Jesus Christ I'm a fucking idiot. Leaping off of the bed he reaches for my hand. Half naked, breathing heavily, and eyes hungry. Desperately grabbing for me, trying to pull me to him. “Lil.” The
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