“Give it to me.”
“You’re too bossy, Attitude.” He slipped his fingers away, and she felt too empty now. He cupped her ass with both hands, pulling her against him. She felt his erection against her stomach.
“Are you going to make me beg?”
She reached down and rubbed her hand over his crotch. He groaned, a delicious, masculine sound. “Not anymore.”
He twirled her around to face the pond. Tank’s hands covered her breasts. He kneaded her tits while kissing her neck. When he pulled away, his jacket dropped to the ground in front of her. “What—”
“On your knees, baby. We’ll have to make the best of the situation.”
She didn’t need a bed, just Tank. The idea of him claiming her out here in the open turned her on even more. Once she gotdown to her hands and knees, he flipped her skirt up onto her back. The gentle breeze felt cool against her wet folds. She felt so exposed, so absolutely naughty.
Bell wiggled, anxious and needy. He smacked her ass, and she let out a little yelp while her pussy simultaneously grew wetter. “Tell me what you want,” he said.
“You.”
Another smack, her ass jiggling.
“Just me?”
“You and that big cock, obviously.”
“Feisty,” he said. “I like it.”
She heard him unbuckle, metal against metal, then the thick head of his cock rubbed along her slick folds, up and down, teasing her, making her pussy spasm, so close to orgasm.
“Please,” she chanted. She didn’t stop begging until she felt him thrust his erection inside of her, filling her, calming that deep-seated ache. He pushed to the hilt, taking her breath away.
She mewled, satisfied to have Tank inside her. She pushed back against him until he picked up a faster rhythm. He held her hips in a bruising grip as he fucked her from behind on one knee. He filled every part of her until she felt as if she was choking on his cock.
“You’re perfect, Bell.” He rammed into her, the warmth of the sun on her face as he thrust in and out of her. There were no witnesses that she knew of, but the taboo nature of their act made her pussy tingle in new ways.
Tank was tireless, a powerful stud, fucking her until she was on a precipice.
“Come for me, Bell. Come all over my dick.”
His words were like magic, and her entire body detonated, her pussy pulsing around him and bringing on his orgasm.
She had to use every ounce of energy not to drop to theground and support herself on her arms and knees. By the time she twisted around to sit on his jacket, he was zipping up his jeans.
“Those swans will never be the same,” she said.
“They loved it.” Tank winked at her. He reached out a hand, pulling her up to her feet. Her skirt fell down into place as she stood.
How could anything be more perfect than right now?
She was in love, the sun was shining, and nothing could possibly go wrong. Then she remembered the calls she’d been getting lately, and her smile faded.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting her head up. He was frowning now, looking even sexier, if that were possible.
She shook her head but knew he wouldn’t let up. He was the only person she could talk to, so why not confide in him?
“I’ve heard from my mother,” she said. “It’s been a long time, and trust me, that’s a good thing.”
“What she want?”
“Money. What else? But I don’t have any to give, so that conversation ended pretty quick.”