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I fell into Tank’s kiss instantly. My body slackened as he pressed his lips onto mine, and I let him take complete control. We both breathed in hard through our noses as we kissed, the events of the last few minutes causing the blood and adrenaline to pump through my veins, and I’m sure his as well. And as sick as it sounds that I’d feel this way after watching a man commit an act of brutality on my behalf, all I could think was this:
He’s actually kissing me.
Tank pulled away for a moment, and I feared right away that he was going to storm off as he had before. But instead, he scanned the nearby area for something. What, I wasn’t sure. When his eyes settled, he bent down, grabbed me by the hips, and threw me over his shoulder. I felt like a primitive woman being taken by a caveman, and though I knew I should’ve hated it, I didn’t. As he carried me I took in the feeling of his hard body against mine, of his masculine musk, of his soft grunts as he walked. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and I couldn’t get enough.
Then, when we reached a nearby sitting room, Tank tossed me onto one of the large, soft couches. Just like everything else he’d done, being manhandled by him in such a way inspired some kind of strange, primal desire in me. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, to ask him just what he was doing, but I didn’t. Instead, I looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood over me. I wondered just what he was going to do next.
My question was answered within seconds.
Tank leaned in and grabbed the folds of my robe. With a hard motion, he pulled it open, exposing my underwear. He took in the sight of me nearly nude for a moment, breathing in hard through his nostrils like some kind of bull. Then he set upon me. After grabbing my panties and pulling them off, he pulled off my bra, leaving me completely nude. I lay there naked under him for him to do with as he desired.
And I didn’t want it any other way.
He began kissing my body quickly and passionately, his lips seeming to cover every square inch of me, paying special attention to my breasts and stomach. As he kissed me he took off his shirt, exposing his magnificent, sculpted torso, his muscles covered with all manner of tattoos. I closed my eyes as he kissed me, choosing to focus on the feeling of him on me. I heard the jingling of his belt as he worked it open, followed by the cloth rustling of his pants as he pulled them down. Now his enormous, gorgeous cock was exposed.
Is now the time? I asked myself. Is he going to take me?
I didn’t need to wait long for an answer.
First, he dipped his head down below. I felt the touch of his fingers on my sex, pulling my lips apart. Then, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue on my pussy. I let out a long, pleasured sigh as he licked me; I’d never had a man do that before, and I’d always wondered what it was like. I had my answer now: it was like heaven. Tank expertly licked me, paying special attention to my clit as he slid a finger inside of me, stimulating me in just the right spot. He continued like that for a time, pressing the flat surface against his tongue against my clit. He ate me feverishly, as though the essence of life itself were contained within me.
I felt an orgasm build and build, and I ran my fingers through his thick hair as he pleasured me in a way that I’d never before experienced. Soon, I came, my moans of pleasure filling the room. God, he knew just how to make me cum; I couldn’t get enough.
When the first orgasm faded, I realized that this was just a warm-up for what Tank really wanted. Once he saw that he’d brought me to orgasm, he stood up, towering over me like a statue carved out of the hardest granite, like some Greek interpretation of a biker badass.
Then he moved closer to me, bringing my legs close until they were draped over his shoulders. Looking down, I saw his rock-hard prick pointing tantalizingly at me, and I craved nothing more than having it shoved into me right then and there. And looking up at Tank, I could tell by the fierce, hungry look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to bother to ask. He didn’t need to—everything about my body made it clear just what I wanted, and he read me like a book.
His expert oral skills had gotten me good and wet, and though I was still in awe of just how big Tank’s cock was, I was confident that I’d be able to … accommodate it. Tank must’ve been just as certain as I was, because his next move was to take his prick by the base, press it against the opening of my sex, and slowly plunge into me.
My face tightened in ecstatic agony as he entered me. I’d heard that pain was part of the process, and there was some of that, sure. But as he entered me the pain soon faded, and he held firm in me, his arm wrapped around my legs as he held me pressed against his stone-hard physique. Then he slid out of me, preparing for another deep plunge. I let out a quivering moan as he entered me again; this insertion was nothing but pure pleasure. Tank entered me a few more times in this manner, and after a minute or so of this, I knew that I was ready for more. I reached down, placing my hands on his thighs and beckoning him to drive hard and harder into me.
He was happy to oblige.
Holding my legs tight, Tank increased the pace of his thrusts, moving in and out of me at a steady, sensual rhythm. I watched the tight muscles of his body flex and tense as he gave it to me, the sight of him adding to the intense pleasure that was rushing through my body. After a time of fucking me like that, he spread my legs wide, now holding them by the ankles. This angle gave him a straight plunge into my pussy, and he took full advantage of it. My body rocked and shook with each thrust, and I knew another orgasm was on the horizon.
But he wasn’t done taking me how he wanted. He pulled out of me and grabbed me by the hips. With a quick motion, he flipped me over and pushed me up. Now I was on my knees, my legs on the seats of the couch and my arms resting on the back of it. Tank held hard onto my curves, and seconds later he entered me again. The feeling of him fucking me from this new position was incredible. He pounded me hard, and my orgasm began to approach at an even faster pace. Tank grunted as he jackhammered me from behind, his noises punctuated with hard slaps against my ass that rang out in a fleshy crack. The feeling of his hand of my ass only added to the pleasure, and when he grabbed a handful of my hair and gave it a hard tug, I knew it was all over—I was putty in this man’s hands.
He drove into me over and over, and soon my orgasm came. I grabbed onto the back of the couch for dear life as I came, holding on tight, as though I might collapse into a heap at any moment. And as I came, Tank’s grunts became rougher, more animalistic. I could tell that he was on the verge. And as the last waves of pleasure ran through my body, Tank came hard. He let an “ahh” noise as he emptied himself into me, the feeling of being filled up my him the perfect bow on the unbelievable sexual experience that I’d just had.
Once he was done, his pace slowed, and he eventually pulled out of me. I collapsed hard onto the couch, my limbs weak from the pleasure. Tank must’ve felt the same way, because he turned and fell onto his side, lying long on the couch, his legs stretched out onto the floor.
And we lay like that for a time, basking in the afterglow and catching our breaths. I never would’ve guessed in a million years that this was how my first time would play out, but I couldn’t have been more content. And what this meant about just what kind of woman I was, I could only guess.
But I’d find out.