Page 65 of Marked By Tank
“You wanted this?” he asks, voice rough.
“Yes.”
He drives into me again.
“Wanted my cock?”
My whole body flashes hot.
“Yes. I always want your cock.”
That is all it takes.
Tank’s face changes, the last of his restraint burning off. He fucks me hard enough to make the counter knock softly against the wall. One hand keeps my thigh open. The other slides between us and finds the place that makes me lose words.
“There you go,” he mutters against my mouth. “Take it.”
Every dirty little praise hits me low and deep.
“Good girl.”
“That’s it.”
“Come on my cock, angel.”
I clutch his shoulders and let him give me exactly what I need. His voice stays rough in my ear while he thrusts into me and rubs me until my whole body goes tight.
“Come for me,” he says. “I want to feel it.”
That does it.
I break apart with his name on my mouth, body clenching around him so hard he groans into my throat.
He follows a second later with a broken sound I feel all the way through me, body locking over mine, every hard line in him going tight.
After, he stays close, breathing rough, forehead against mine.
I smile a little, dazed and warm and full of him.
He kisses me once. Slow. Then looks at me.
“What?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
Lie.
He knows it too.
His hand slides down to my stomach.
And just like that, I decide.
I was going to tell him tonight. Or maybe after dinner. Or maybe in bed when the light went soft.
But he is right here. Looking at me like I am his whole world.
There will not be a better moment than this.
