Unleash Me, Vol. 1 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) by Christina Ross Page A

down to the curve of my buttocks and then up
again to unfasten my bra.   I felt a
chill when my breasts were exposed to the air, but soon his hands were covering
them, kneading them, and pinching my nipples until they ached.   Just when I thought I couldn ’ t stand it any longer,
he unfastened my jeans and gave them a tug so that they fell to my feet where I
could step out of them.  
    I turned to him, naked, my breasts
full with anticipation.   I felt
vulnerable, yet weirdly in charge and alive.   Tank ’ s gaze roamed over my body and I saw on his face a flash of
excitement.   He hadn ’ t know it a moment
ago, but he knew it now — I
wasn ’ t
wearing any underwear.
    He leaned forward and brought his
head down to my breasts.   My head
fell back and I moaned as his lips found one of my nipples.   While his tongue fluttered over it and
his teeth bit it, the waves of pleasure that assailed me were intense.   As if sensing my impatience, Tank guided
me to the bed and lay on top of me.   I felt how hard he was and how big he was, and suddenly it was I who
wanted to be the explorer.
    This night, after all, was on me.
    I pushed him off me and sat on top of
him, my breasts only inches from his face.   He smiled — an
intimate, knowing smile — and
gasped when I gave his shirt a quick, brutal tug.   Buttons popped when the material
separated to expose his ridiculously cut chest.   I stared at him for a moment, and
removed his ruined shirt, my excitement rising, and then I covered one of his
nipples with my own mouth.  
    Tank arched his back.   “ Jesus, ” he
said.
    I wanted him naked.   I removed his shoes and socks,
unbuttoned his jeans, grabbed at the material, and tugged, but it was
difficult.   He was too big, the
jeans were too tight, and he knew it.   He raised his hips, I pulled even harder, and finally the jeans came
off.   I threw them aside and heard
them strike one of the windows.  
    I paid little attention to the sound — all
I saw and wanted was Tank.   His face
was flushed with excitement, fueling me to push the limits further.   I lowered my head to the waistband of
his boxer shorts, bit the fabric, and pulled them off him with my teeth.   With a flick of my wrist, they sailed
across the room, a shadow striking another window.
    His penis was unusually large.   Transfixed, I admired it.   Extending from a thatch of dark-brown
hair, it lay an inch above his belly button and pulsed in time with each of his
uneven breaths.   When he was naked,
his body went taut with anticipation.
    But I didn ’ t touch his cock.   Instead, I met his gaze with my own and
licked the area of skin directly surrounding it.   Tank grabbed a handful of my hair, but I
shook him free.   I sank down on top
of him and allowed my nipples to brush along the length of his penis, which
felt delicious.   I ’ d only been with two
other men in my life, neither of whom had been fulfilling — and
one who had been abusive.   I had my
own set of sexual fantasies that had yet to be met.   I sensed that Tank did also, so what the
hell?   I decided to go there.
    “ Spank
me, ” I
said.
    “ Spank
you? ”
    “ That ’ s right.   Spit on your hand and spank my ass. ”
    He stifled a laugh.
    I had to do the same.   “ Come on.   I want
some adventure.   Don ’ t you dare laugh at me
and my wants — just
spank the hell out of me.   I ’ ve never done it
before, but I ’ ll
tell you how I feel about it later. ”
    “ You ’ re sure? ”
    “ I
wouldn ’ t
have asked if I wasn ’ t.   Now, are you going to do it or not?   Because if you don ’ t, I ’ m here to tell you
that ― ow!   What the hell?   Ow! ”
    “ Spank
you like this? ” he
said.   “ And like this? ”
    I ’ d always wanted to do this, and now I knew why.   After the initial shock and sting, it
was exhilarating.   It felt so wrong — and
so right — that
I had to stifle a giggle.   Fall
into character , I thought.