Allegiance - Chiah Wilder Page 0,70

firm ass and her wet sex. “Yeah, that’s beautiful.”

Tank slowly slid his finger from her slit to her clit, and Lena gasped and pushed back.

“Tank …” she breathed.

He leaned over and kissed each cheek then grabbed and squeezed up, spreading them apart. Her rosy puckered opening stared at him, and he pressed his finger, covered in her, against it.

“Shit. That feels good,” she moaned.

Harder than stone, Tank knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, so he ran the head of his cock through her engorged folds, then pushed in slowly, loving the way her skin stretched and expanded around him.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he murmured as she moaned low and slow.

Once he was fully inside her, he began to pump his hips with force, slamming into her as his

fingers dug into the soft cheeks of her ass.

His hands reached around to cup her tits, his thumbs moving back and forth against the pointed buds. Her breasts heaved against his hands each time he shoved inside her.

“It feels so damn good,” she groaned as she met his thrusts.

He raised his hand and landed a slap on her butt and pushed forward, pinning her further down into the mattress while pounding her harder; her guttural whimpers drove him on.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, keeping up the pace.

“Shit … I’m close,” she said.

Her pussy started to flutter around him, her thighs shook harder than ever, and he saw her hands clench the sheets as she cried out. He bit back a shout of his own as the base of his spine tightened. He gripped her harder—knowing that her delicate flesh would bear his mark—and pushed her butt higher to intensify the angle, then pummeled even deeper inside her.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her backward, wanting to look into her face as the pressure in his balls escalated. Chestnut brown eyes met his as he took all of her in: matted hair, reddened lips, glowing skin. With his gaze still locked on hers, his whole body tensed then he shuddered his release, her walls spasming around him.

“Fuck, Lena,” he growled.

Tank rubbed his hands over her soft ass as he tried to steady his breathing. She quivered beneath his touch and collapsed on the bed. He lowered his head and trailed soft kisses from her lower back up to her neck, then he pulled out of her, disposed of the sheath, and lay down beside her. He wrapped her in his arms, burying his face into her hair. She pressed closer against him as though trying to sink into his chest.

“We’re good together, woman,” he whispered.

“I know,” she said drowsily.

He reached down and pulled a light blanket over them, then stared up at the ceiling. It had been a long time since he’d had any feelings other than lust for a woman. He knew he would never get enough of her. He could already feel his body stirring, reacting to the mere thought of her.

There was no doubt about it—he was addicted to her.

Lena

Tank kicked the bike to life and it lunged forward. With a strangled cry, Lena wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her breasts crushed against his broad back, her thighs gripping him intimately.

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “You’re going to take it slow, right?”

“No worries. I got your back, baby.”

“What about the rest of me?” she asked, picturing her mangled body on the side of the road.

He laughed. “You’re fuckin’ cute.”

The bike soared ahead, and the wind beat against her. Riding on the back of the Harley while

clinging for dear life to Tank was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The vibrations of the bike tingled through her, and she shifted in the seat, enjoying the sensations.

Once they were out of town, she began to relax, taking the opportunity to get lost in the moment, to absorb what Tank loved so much about riding.

The ocean air felt warm on her face, and the roiling water below sparkled under the sunlight. They were riding on Pacifica Road, following it along the long stretch of beaches until climbing up and around the cliffs, and then looping back from there. The vistas from the motorcycle were spectacular without any enclosed metal obscuring them. She’d driven several of the coast roads before, but nothing matched the breathtaking beauty of seeing it again from the motorcycle. It was as if she’d stepped into a photograph.

Lena rested her head against Tank’s shoulder and squeezed him tight, giggling like a smitten schoolgirl.

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