Emboldened by his response, I finally find the courage to ask for what I want. "Touch me," I whisper. "Please. I need to feel your fingers inside me."
"Anything you want, beautiful," he says, hooking a finger in the crotch of my panties and pulling them aside.
His finger finds my clit directly now, circling it with slow, steady movements that have me writhing against his hand. My forehead drops to his shoulder as my legs start to tremble beneath me.
Then, finally, he slides a curved finger inside me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He adds a second finger, pumping them in and out, curling them to hit that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I'm so wet I can hear the splashing sounds of his fingers moving in my pussy, juices coating my inner thighs.
"When was the last time you were this wet?" he asks, his voice strained with his own need.
"Years," I gasp, barely able to form words as pleasure builds. "Maybe never."
His fingers slow, though they don't stop entirely. "I can't take much more of this," he growls. "My cock is about to fucking explode in my pants. I need to be inside you."
I should be shocked by his crude language, but instead, it thrills me. I've spent so long being proper, careful, controlled. I want this man's filthy words almost as much as I want his body.
"Well, we can't have that," I tease, surprised by my own boldness. "If you're going to explode, do it inside me."
Tank actually grunts at my words, his free hand clenching into a fist as he takes a deep, steadying breath, his broad chest rising and falling.
"Are you okay?" I ask, suddenly worried I've said something wrong.
"I've never finished inside a woman before," he admits, the confession catching me off guard. "Always been too careful for that. But with you..." He shakes his head, as if confused by his own feelings. "With you, I want to claim you. Mark you from the inside. Make sure you know you're under my protection."
His words should terrify me. They sound possessive, controlling… All the things I ran from. But coming from Tank, they feel different. Like a promise, not a threat.
I place my cold hands against his warm chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath my palms. "You better be sure about that protection," I tell him, surprising myself with my boldness. "Because if you claim me, I'm not going anywhere. Me or my daughter."
"This is fucking crazy," he says, shaking his head. "I've never had a serious relationship in my life, and now I'm thinking about forever with a woman I met a day ago. But I've never backed down from a challenge."
The smile that spreads across my face feels foreign, like it belongs to the Amelia I used to be before Derek broke her. Before I can respond, Tank's hands move to the button of his jeans, undoing them and letting them fall loosely around his ankles.
I gasp at the size of the bulge straining against his black briefs. It looks impossibly large, like he's stuffed a sock down there, but the way it twitches when I look at it tells me it's very real. Despite the cold night air, he's fully hard, ready for me.
Feeling suddenly bold, I push my sweatpants and panties down my legs, kicking them aside. My pussy is so wet that the fabric sticks to me slightly, and when it finally peels away, I can see the glistening threads of my arousal stretching between my body and the discarded clothing.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Tank mutters, his cock visibly twitching beneath the fabric of his briefs. "You're incredible."
I stand naked before him, vulnerable yet strangely powerful as I watch the effect I have on him. He quickly strips off his remaining clothes, and I can't help the small sound of surprise that escapes me when his cock springs free.
It's massive. Thick and long, with a beautiful pink head already beading with pre-cum. It suits him, this massive cock attached to his imposing body. Derek always made me feel like I should be impressed by his average endowment, demanding praise and worship. But Tank simply stands there, letting me look my fill, confident without being arrogant.
He steps forward, placing his hands on my ass, gripping the cheeks firmly before lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses my back against the cabin wall. He doesn't need to use his hand to guide his cock to my entrance. He simply adjusts his hips and pushes forward, the blunt head of his cock parting my folds in one smooth thrust.
Despite his size, I'm so wet that he slides in easily, filling me completely in a way I've never experienced before.
"Fuck," he grunts, his voice strained. "You're so, so wet."
He begins to move, one hand supporting my weight, the other coming up to cup my cheek. The contrast between his gentle touch and the powerful thrusts of his cock makes my head spin. He's ravaging me, splitting me open with each drive of his hips, yet his fingers against my face are delicate, almost reverent.
I tilt my head back, my eyes falling half-closed as I focus on the sensations flooding my body. His warm breath against my neck, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, the drag of his cock against my inner walls, it's overwhelming in the best possible way.
My orgasm builds faster than I expected, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me. I press my lips against his collarbone to stifle the moans I can't hold back. My body tightens around his cock, and he feels it, his rhythm never missing a beat.
"Come for me," he whispers in my ear, his voice a command that my body can't help but obey. "Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock."
His words push me over the edge, and I climax hard, my entire body convulsing in his arms. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me as my pussy clenches around his thick shaft.I bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, tasting the salt of his skin.
Yet Tank never stops, never slows. He maintains his relentless pace, fucking me through my orgasm and beyond, prolonging the pleasure until it borders on too much.
