From there, things moved both quickly and in slow motion.
Tank resumed his place above her as she parted her thighs, linking her ankles at the small of his back when he lowered his hips.
He gripped his dick, guiding it to her pussy. She gasped when the head of it brushed her clit. She expected him to put it inside her, so she was surprised when he let go, letting it ride high against his stomach, resting between them.
“Let me hear you gasp again,” he said as he stroked her clit, getting exactly what he asked for.
He smiled, but it wasn’t a cocky or self-satisfied one. Instead, he looked like a little boy who’d just gotten a puppy for Christmas.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and for the first time, she was genuinely starting to believe he meant that.
Tank pushed two thick fingers into her embarrassingly wet pussy, and her eyes drifted shut, her body flashing and sparking as if she was made of electricity.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You feel so good, Mouse. Tight and wet and perfect.”
Her hips began to rise and fall in time with his fingers, which were moving faster, deeper. When his thumb grazed her clit, she jerked as she came.
She hadn’t realized just how close she was.
Tank withdrew his fingers instantly, despite her crying out. He’d stopped too soon, leaving her pussy quivering and clenching around…nothing.
It felt wrong.
But only for a split second.
Because Tank filled the empty space again, with something much larger.
She screamed—literally screamed—when he pushed his cock inside her as she came.
McKenna wasn’t sure if he’d prolonged the orgasm or prompted a second right on the heels of the first, but her body jolted as if she’d been hit by a semi. Her back arched almost violently under the impact.
It hurt.
It was bliss.
It was blinding white lights and blue heat.
Every bone in her body melted as Tank took her, fucked her hard through whatever number orgasm that was and into the next.
She’d been right.
He was a conqueror, and she was the spoils of war.
That was her last thought before things went black.
“Mouse?”
McKenna’s eyes fluttered at the sound of Tank’s voice, and when she managed to open them and focus, she found his face close to hers.
“There you are,” he murmured.
She smiled. She felt drunk, even though she hadn’t had more than two glasses of wine at the pub because they’d spent nearly the entire time out on the dance floor.
God, she felt more than drunk.
She felt wasted. Her body heavy, her thoughts sluggish, her emotions wildly out of control.
Because all she wanted to do was giggle.
