Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Show me, Tank. Show me you'll fit.” My hands drift down lower, my fingers teasing the top of the elastic band. Shyness clings to me still. I don’t know if he knows this is my first time, that I need him to guide me some here. I don’t want to miss a cue I should be reading. I arch my hips, silently giving him a clue that I want this. Tank groans as he reaches down to remove the offending boxer shorts.
I suck in a breath when his cock springs free. Cum leaks from the head and down his thick shaft. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like, how he would taste with me on him.
“Erika.” He growls my name, making my eyes snap up to meet his. “You can’t do that right now.”
“What?” The word pops from my mouth. I don’t know why. I don’t even know what I’m asking. My brain has short-circuited for the first time in my life. I’m at a loss for words. This never happens to me.
“Look at me like that.” His voice holds a growl that makes my nipples harden almost to the point of pain.
I have no idea how I’m looking at him. I have no idea what I’m even doing. I hook my legs around him and pull him toward me with my feet. My body is now on autopilot.
I know that I can’t move him if he doesn’t want me to, but he doesn’t fight me. He lets me direct him where I want. “Shirt,” he grunts. We both go to pull at my mine. I hear a ripping sound, but I don’t care as my shirt is tossed away. I didn't wear a bra today, so I’m completely bare once my it comes off. My small breasts bounce before one is engulfed in Tank’s hand. He sucks the other one to his mouth. I arch into him, wanting him to continue sucking and licking my nipples. I’ve never felt anything like what my body is feeling in this moment.
My back bows off the bed as Tank’s cock presses against my clit, moving back and forth. My hips join the moving. Now we are getting in a groove, our bodies dancing to the rhythm that we are creating together, a dance that I don’t know the moves to because I’ve never done it before.
“We’ll go slow,” Tank says as he releases my nipple.
“I want you to take me however you normally do this. I know I’m small but—”
He cuts me off. “You’re not small. You’re perfect.” His eyes lock with mine. He really believes I’m perfect. I could give him a list of my imperfections. Hell, my mom could give him two lists, but I know it would fall on deaf ears with him. Besides, I like being perfect in someone’s eyes for once. That would be another first accomplished by me tonight.
He slides down a little, with his hand going between us. My legs are already spread as wide as they can go to fit his broad frame. He pushes his cock to my opening and gently thrusts in a little. I gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. I look down to see that he only has the tip in me. How can I already feel so full of him? I’m too worked up to think on it too long. I know that my body wants more, so I shift to try and push him in deeper.
“And I don’t normally take anyone. So we’re clear. My cock will only ever know you. You’ll be the first and only cherry it ever takes. So, whatever way I take you will set the precedent for how I take you every time thereafter.” His mouth brushes against mine. “Because you’re all I’ll ever know.” There is a vow to his words.
He pushes more inside me. I gasp, parting my lips. I feel the stinging burn as he pushes through my virginity. His tongue invades my mouth as he takes all of me. I give everything to him in this moment—my body, my love and most of all my trust that he will take care of it. Somehow I know he will.
He pulls his mouth from mine. “Tank,” I call out. He stares down at me. It’s then I realize he isn’t moving anymore. My body is yearning for him to thrust into it. I begin to wiggle under him, trying to get what I need. His nostrils flare and his face sets in a hard line.
“Treasure?” His eyes close. His face looks pained. I reach up to cup his face in my hand. I want to comfort him, take away any pain he’s ever felt.
“I’m okay.” I answer his unspoken question. His eyes fly open. In the past hour, if I’ve learned anything it’s that Tank is going to take care of how I feel through this process. He may even know my body better than I do. His goal always seems to be to please me. It answers a lot of the small questions I had in my mind about our first few encounters now. He wants to handle me with care, but he’s also not sure how to do that at times.