Tank opened the drawer to his nightstand, pulling out a condom before joining her. He was slightly surprised to discover McKenna had already caught her second wind, because the moment he rolled the condom on his dick, she was there, pushing on his shoulder, encouraging him to lay on his back.
Tank’s hands gripped her hips as McKenna threw one leg over him, her small hand guiding his cock to her pussy.
He groaned with relief when she sank down, taking him to the hilt, though he knew it was a tight fit for her.
“So big,” she breathed, stilling for a moment. He gave her the time she needed to adjust, despite the fact his body was clamoring for friction and motion and her… God, all of her.
McKenna placed her hands flat on his chest, her face pure wantonness when she pushed upward, until just the head of his dick remained inside before dropping back down.
Tank moaned, resisting the urge to take charge. This was the first time McKenna had assumed the lead, and he loved the way she drove.
Her tits bounced as she rocked up and down on his cock, and his mouth watered for a taste.
“Bend forward,” he demanded.
McKenna frowned, probably because that position limited her movement, but he didn’t give a shit about that. He wanted more.
“Now, Mouse.”
He’d learned quickly how well she responded to his harsher tone, his sharper demands. His mouse might be a powerhouse at work, but in bed, she submitted to him beautifully.
She bent forward, allowing him to shift her. She cried out when he sank his teeth into one of her tight pink nipples.
Tank followed that nip with a lick before he sucked it inside his mouth, treating her nipple to the same rough suction he’d just used on her clit. McKenna’s nails sank into the fleshy part of his upper arm, no doubt leaving marks.
She’d scratched his chest last week, and he’d admired the red streak for two days, sorry to discover it healed the third morning.
“Mark me,” he commanded. “Give me a souvenir of tonight.”
McKenna didn’t need direction or prodding. Instead, she drew her nails down both arms, hard enough to give him the scratches he desired.
He turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first as McKenna squirmed on his dick, clearly seeking more.
When he released her nipple with a pop, she pushed upright once again, bouncing rapidly, furiously, greedily on his cock.
Tank added his own fuel to the fire, thrusting his hips upward on every single one of her returns until McKenna thrashed her head from side to side and then back, crying out as her orgasm struck hard.
He held her hips in place, kept a firm grip on her so that every inch of his dick was treated to the massage of her clenching pussy.
It took all his strength not to say fuck it and join her in the throes of passion, but he was a selfish fucker, and he wanted more. Hours and fucking hours of more.
McKenna had barely begun to come down when he flipped their positions, tossing her beneath him on the bed and pounding into her.
She screamed as a third orgasm rumbled through her, and once again, Tank stilled, buried deep, fighting the very devil himself not to let her sweet body milk him dry.
McKenna’s hair was sweaty and plastered to her face, the temperature in the room roughly pushing that of the surface of the sun. Tank felt perspiration coating his own skin, the two of them now slick from their exertions.
Once they finished, he would draw them a bath and the two of them could soak in the soothing jets.
But not yet.
He wasn’t ready to leave her body yet.
Tank didn’t give her time to relax before he withdrew, McKenna’s pussy tightening as if to keep him inside.
She flopped bonelessly to her stomach, his hands guiding her, moving her, because her strength was spent.
Regardless, she didn’t complain or shy away when he lifted her ass until her knees were planted on the mattress beneath her.
