Tank's Property by Jenika Snow

her, he held her tightly and rested his chin on the crown of her head, just enjoying the moment of actually holding her. He wanted her. Fucking hell did he want her.
    “I need you, Tank.”
    He closed his eyes, felt his cock jerk from her soft voice, and knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, no matter how much he wanted to be gentle with her.
    He inhaled deeply, took in the lemony scent of her hair, the remembrance of the days when he just to bury his face in the crook of her neck, wanting to just stay like that. She was soft and warm, curvy and thick in all the right places. The years away had been damn good to her. She had a nice plump ass, big breasts, and thicker thighs that were meant to be wrapped around his waist as he fucked her, claimed her good and hard.
    “I should be gentle with you, baby.”
    She shook her head almost immediately. “I just want you to be with me, in any way, in all ways.”
    She pulled back and looked up at him, and he cupped the side of her face. He leaned down and kissed her soft and slow at first, but with each passing second the fire in his body grew to a fever pitch. His cock felt like it would tear through his jeans if he didn’t have her, if her didn’t make her his in all ways.
    She moved her hand down his arm, wedged it between their bodies, and in the next second rubbed his cock through his jeans. A harsh, guttural groan left him, and he slammed a hand on the wall beside her head, unable to even keep his eyes open from how good it felt that she was touching him.
    He groaned at the fact it was Bunny who touched him. It made it that much more pleasurable. Tank cupped her, held her as he deepened the kiss, and moved his tongue faster and harder against hers. His mind and body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but he fought those urges because right now he needed to show her that he could still be a gentle man, even if she wanted it any way he gave it. There would be plenty of time for that.
    When she moaned he moved his hands to cup her sweatpants-covered ass. She wore his clothes, and that had a shot of lust filling him. He squeezed the globes, and then lifted her easily off the ground, wanting this surrender from her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, ground her pussy on his cock, and he grunted from the contact, felt pre-cum line the tip of his shaft. The hard length of his dick prodded between her legs, and he wished the material that separated her from him were gone.
    Remedy that.
    With their mouths still fused and her legs wrapped around his waist, Tank started to move them away from the wall and over to the bed.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful, Bunny,” he found himself saying as soon as their lips broke apart and he had her lying on her back on the mattress.
    Taking a step back and just looking his fill of her, he fucking loved how she looked covered in his clothing. “Take off the pants and shirt, baby.”
    With her heavy breathing her breasts rose and fell from the force. She slid her hands to the waistband of the sweats and pushed them down her thighs. If she wore panties he didn’t see them, but he would have had her take the fuckers off anyway. Even with the oversized t-shirt still on her he could see her pussy clear as day. A harsh groan left him, and the urge to grab his cock and stroke himself rose swiftly inside of him.
    “The shirt, Bunny,” he managed to say in a strangled voice.
    She rose up enough to pull the material up and off of her, and then there she was, naked, on the bed, her legs partly open. She had a thatch of trimmed black hair that covered the top of her pussy, and his mouth watered.
    The way her legs were open, giving him that prime shot of her wet, swollen, and red pussy, made him feel feral, had this beast coming out of him in full force. He unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, shoved them down his legs, and kicked them away. Tank grabbed his shaft, started stroking himself from root to tip as he stared at her luscious