Tank (Reckless Souls MC #10) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
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“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Her hips rock, taking me deeper with every back-and-forth motion. “Tank,” she shouts as her body goes tense for a long, silent moment. Then I suck her clit hard, and she bursts. “Fuck!” Her body shakes and shivers, her hands in a white-knuckle grip on the sofa as pleasure flows out of her.

I don’t stop my oral torture because I can’t. Every aftershock is a mini orgasm on its own, and she’s not sated yet. My tongue flicks over her clit, and her hips buck again and again before she pulls away. “Problem?”

“No, but if you don’t stop, I’ll pass out.”

“Oh, we can’t have that.” Sophie’s legs tremble, and a slow, sexy smile spreads across her face as she turns to me. Her eyes sparkle like she’s really happy to see me, and dammit, if that doesn’t cause a pinch in my chest.

“Your turn,” she says eagerly and reaches for my cock. Her hands go to my belt and then my buttons and zipper.

I watch the way the light hits her face as she sits on the edge of the couch, undressing me, the small smile on her lips, the look of determination in her eyes as she rips down my jeans and boxers in one quick move. She stands, taking my cock in one hand and clumsily removing my shirt with the other. “Bigger than I remember. Did you work out?”

My response is to make my pecs dance, and she laughs, but it fades as her eyes darken with desire. “Every fucking day.”

Her lips go to my chest while she strokes my cock, long, slow and hard. Her tongue flicks over one nipple and then the other before she heads south to my abs. I grip her arms to stop her. “What?”

“Later,” I growl and spin her away from me, lifting her so her knees are on the sofa cushions and she’s gripping the back of the sofa. “What a beautiful fucking sight,” I growl and smack her ass.

“Ah,” she moans, arching her back to show off those plump pussy lips, pink and glistening with want for this under-loved cock. “Now, Tank.”

I grip my cock and rub it against her cunt until her juices run over it along with my hand. I push in slightly and growl. “Damn, Sophie.”

Sophie pushes back with a moan, and in one long, slow stroke, I’m balls deep inside my woman. The mother of my child. My hands grip her waist gently. It’s hard to believe there’s a life growing inside of her.

“Ooh, that’s good,” she sighs, already pulsing around me.

I don’t want this to end too soon, and I take her in long, slow strokes. Teasing strokes. Shallow and then deep, slow and then fast. “Fuck,” I growl when she tightens around me on purpose, gripping my cock like a velvet vise. “Sophie.”

“Fuck me, Tank. Please.”

I give her what she wants, what we both want, thrusting into her pussy, making her moans and cries grow louder by the second. I slap her round ass with both hands, gripping those cheeks while I fuck her deeper and deeper. “Mine,” I growl and slide even deeper.

“Tank, yes! Oh, fuck! Yes!” She pushes back, and I’m buried so fucking deep that I know I’m gonna lose my shit too soon. “Tank,” she cries out, this time a warning because her pussy is fluttering like hummingbird wings, strangling my cock in the most delicious vise I’ve ever felt. “Ahhh!” And then she falls apart, gripping the back of the sofa and pushing back, fucking my cock as her thighs shake and her whole body vibrates with her orgasm.

I’m half-mesmerized as she pushes against my cock, the sway of her ass as she pulls me deeper to prolong her pleasure. And then I feel that telltale tingling at the base of my spine, the tightening of my balls as hot lava flows through the length of my cock.

“Sophie, Sophie, fuck!” My cock explodes inside of her, my knees tremble as long, hot spurts of my release coat her walls, and she’s still coming around me, wet and tight and pulsing.

“Shit, fuck, I’ve missed that.” She falls forward, resting her forehead on the back of the sofa, our bodies still connected as the tiniest aftershocks pulse inside of her. She rises up and looks over her shoulder with the sweetest fucking smile. “I’m so glad you’re out.”

“Me too,” I tell her and step back until my cock slips from her body. Scooping her in my arms, I carry her to her bedroom, not stopping until we’re in her ultra-feminine bathroom with water pounding over us.

Inside the shower, Sophie attempts to drop to her knees because she’s hungry to use her hands and mouth to show me that she’s missed me. “Dammit,” she growls when she realizes she can’t. “Baby body,” she says, pointing at her tummy.



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