She's All Mine(13)

“I won’t ever hurt you,” I vow. I pull off her shoes and socks. Her toes curl, as if she’s trying to hide them from me, but the brave girl doesn’t run away. I kiss her toes—the ones she hates, the ones that held her up, the ones that carried her all the way to me. I suck on the knob of the ankle bone and lick the indentation behind it. I mouth my way up each leg, paying attention to the tender, thin skin at the backs of her knees and the sweet, fragrant inner thighs. By the time I reach her pussy, her panties are soaked. She’s relaxed. Unshy about her body now.

She helps me pull them off and then there’s no barrier between her hot, juicy cunt and my ravenous appetite. She cries out at the first contact when my lips part her folds. She sighs and clutches my head when I bite her clit. She squeezes her thighs tight around my ears when my tongue delves into her cream.

I fuck her with my mouth, invading her wet sex with my hard tongue. My long fingers drive deep into her. Erika pants and moans and wriggles above me. I clamp my hands around her ass and pull her against my face. Ride me, I silently command as I tongue her hard. Fuck my face until you come so hard you see stars. Come for me. It’s half a plea, half a command.

She hears me. Or maybe she hears her own body. She grinds her hips over my face in a filthy, erotic movement. She snaps, back arching, knees bent, thighs crushing, as the orgasm shakes her body. Heat speeds through my spine, torching the fuse that has been simmering since I first saw her. I spend in my sweatpants as she pours her desire all over my tongue.

Her tense body goes limp. “Tank, that was…” She can’t finish her sentence, but I hear what she’s left unsaid.

That was un-fricking-believable.

I pick her up and carry her down the hall to the bedroom, ignoring the tiny nips at my heels.

Tuesday, like Erika, doesn’t like to share. Or maybe Tuesday wants more of Erika’s attention. Either way, the cat is going to be unhappy for a few hours. I shut the door in my pet’s face and place Erika on the bed.

The little cat meows her unhappiness.

“Maybe you should let her in,” Erika suggests, her head lolling against my shoulder.

“I don’t think kids should watch their parents do certain things.” I reach behind me and pull off my T-shirt. Adrenaline’s driving me and it’s saying we both have too many clothes on.

“We’re her parents?”

“Yes. Tomorrow you can sign the adoption papers.” I toss the shirt aside and step out of my sweatpants. The thin fabric of my undershorts does little to disguise my hard-on.

I take a step toward Erika, whose eyes are pinned to my dick. I’ve come, but I’m still rock hard. Alarm flickers through her eyes. I press a knee against the bed and rub my hand over her cheek. “It’ll work. We’re meant to be together.”





10


Erika





At his words, my body relaxes. I know he wouldn’t lie to me. We have to fit. I silently chant this to myself over and over again on a continuous loop in my head. There’s no other option. I need Tank like I’ve never needed anything or anyone before in my life. I’d go crazy if I couldn’t have him. The need to feel him inside of me pulses from the center of my body out to the tips of my fingers. The only thing I can think of is Tank’s massive body on top of mine slowly rocking that hard cock into me. I’m going to make his cock fit if it’s the last thing I do. There’s no turning back now.

Now I know why Liv was going crazy waiting for the Audley twins to take her. It’s only been minutes that I’ve really known that Tank wants me and I’m already about to explode with need. I have a newfound respect for her that she was able to wait for the twins so long. Every second that Tank and I wait feels like an eternity.

“We are,” I agree. My hands slide up his broad chest. Small scars mark him here, too. I try not to focus on any one spot for too long since he has so much for me to see. I also don’t want him to think I’m staring at his scars. They are a part of him, but they don’t define him. My lips part as I continue to explore his body. His muscles are strained from holding himself up over me, each one of them defined by what looks like years of training. I want all of those muscles working concurrently to pleasure me.

I lean up, kissing one of the scars over his heart. He sucks in a breath, his eyes closing. For a moment I think I’ve hurt him. I know it’s impossible. My lips barely grazed him.

“Erika.” My name comes out needy from his mouth, making it clear he’s not in pain. Well, maybe he’s in a little pain if his ache is anywhere near as bad as the one I’m feeling right now. He has to be aching. I’ve already come. He’s already ruined me. The small touches I’ve given myself are nothing compared to his mouth. He doesn’t kiss. He devours.

I watch as he fights for control. I’m not sure why. His breathing is deep and hard as he looms over me. His hips lower, his hard cock brushing my bare pussy. When he stripped off his shirt and sweatpants my world turned upside down. I’ve never seen a body like his in the flesh before. My Tank’s body is almost indescribable in its masculinity.

Tank is hot. No, I’m not into the Audley twins or other football players. I’m into whatever Tank is offering. He’s in a league of his own. Thick and hard everywhere. Even the scars that initially made me sad are sexy on him. He looks like a warrior as he crawls over the bed to claim his prize.