Page 45 of Hellfire

“Tank,” I begged, writhing as his fingers curled inside me. “I need you.”

And with that, he lowered his sweats, his cock springing free. I shed off my panties and centered myself over the ridge of his cock.

“God, Katrina,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly, guiding me from below. “I want you too.”

I took him in, inch by delicious inch. The stretch was exactly what I’d been craving.

“Fuck yeah. So tight, pretty girl.”

His words sent a jolt of desire through me, and I moved faster, bouncing up and down on him with abandon. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the air, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. As we moved together in a frenzy of passion, I knew that there was no going back from this. Tank and I were in this together, for better or for worse.

“Fuck, Tank,” I moaned, my head thrown back in ecstasy. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me, Katrina,” he growled, thrusting up into me harder and harder. “Come on my cock, pretty girl.”

His words pushed me over the edge, and I cried out as I came, my body convulsing in pleasure. I gasped as he ground his hips into mine, and the friction between us ignited a fire that I couldn’t control. His hands found their way to my hips, holding me in place as he continued his slow, tantalizing movements, drawing out every ounce of my pleasure.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breaths.

“What was that, pretty girl?” he asked, a smirk on his handsome face. His hair fanned out around his head. My pleasure began to build again.

“Fuck, Tank. I’m going to come again.” I threw my head back, sweat dripped down my back. “Harder,” I panted.

“Just remember you asked for it,” he said darkly. The words sent a shiver down my spine.

Suddenly, he flipped us over, so he was on top of me. He stared down at me, his pupils blown. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, desperate for more.

He chuckled softly. “That’s more like it. You look so beautiful when you come on my cock. Think you can handle another, my goddess?” he asked, his voice rough and raw. I nodded, unable to form words, my body trembling with anticipation. And then he took me, claiming me completely and utterly, his body moving in perfect sync with mine. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I moaned softly, the sound of his words sending another wave of pleasure through me. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring every inch of me. I responded eagerly, my hands sliding up his back, pulling him closer to me.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as our desire for each other grew. We were lost in each other, our bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt like it was always meant to be.

Tank growled low and deep, his gaze falling to my breasts that bounced with each thrust. His movements were fast and hard, his cock pulsing as he finished deep inside me. The hunger in his gaze pushed me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy.

As we laid there, panting and trying to catch our breath, I knew that this was just the beginning. Tank and I had a long road ahead of us, but I was ready to face it all as long as he was by my side.

Tank groaned and turned toward me. “I wish we could lie here longer. But someone’s coming.”

Standing up on wobbly legs, I quickly dressed and peeked at Tank through my hair.

Within a few seconds of dressing, Diamond walked in, a smirk on her face. “Oh my god, are you two still at it? How many rounds have you gone today?”

I groaned in embarrassment, burying my face in Tank’s chest. He chuckled.

“Don’t even start, Diamond. We’re just training.”

She rolled her eyes at him and grinned. “Right, training. I’m sure that’s all it is.”

“Goodbye Diamond,” Tank said, playfully.

Diamond held up her hands. “Okay, okay. I can see when I’m not wanted.” She laughed. “Have fun, you two.” She gave me a dramatic wink before heading out of the gym.

Once she was out of earshot, Tank and I shared a look. One that led to laughter bubbling up from my chest.

“I can’t believe we almost got caught,” I said, touching my lips. They felt swollen and sensitive.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked, all traces of humor gone. A smoldering look pierced his eyes as he turned toward me. His chest heaved as he waited for my answer.

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