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Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 129

Tank POV

All through getting that tattoo, all I could think about was what I was going to do to with Fixer once I got her to our bedroom, my semi wouldn’t go down, it pulsed occasionally, reminding me of a growing need, as I fantasized about a hard and fast coupling, that would blow her mind, something different to what have had before, with in the way I intend to take her. My mind was going rampant with ideas, I hope my body agrees, and doesn’t blow the load too soon.

Having raced upstairs, my mind focused on what I was going to do, my shaft hard so hard it ached. Having undressed Fixerand enjoying the view, that she was already so wet for me that her folds glistened with her juices, she asked if I was going to just stare.

That got me divesting myself of my clothes, and as I glanced toward where my belt clunked, I noticed myself in the mirror and had to check out my tattoo. It was a V-Twin motor; the outline instead of being a thin line, it was small bike chain links, so tiny and intricate, so far I had the V and base of the motor, inside the left V was her name, and the right was mine, the base had the club logo, it was special and beautiful, and I can’t wait for the color to be added.

When I turned back to Fixer, her look of longing and need in her eyes had me eager to continue what I started.

I grabbed her legs and had to taste her first. When I saw her glistening p***y on impulse, I bit her, yep, that’s right, I nipped the bud, that was right there asking for him, before I licked and fingered her, until she came, then before she could calm down, I dragged her till she was almost hanging off the bed, stood up, and held her thigh, making her shoulders and head the only thing on the bed, I supported her body with my arms, easily, lined up me rod, and thrusted deep inside, moving in and out hard and fast, she could do nothing but take what I was dishing out, that was what I thought, until her talons dig into my arms, causing a little my brain pain, and heightening my pleasure, weird as that may seem, her giving me pain, had confused, between the joy and pain, and my balls, contracted, and it was game over, as she screamed and so did I. It was hard, fast, and rough, rougher than I had intended, but Fixer didn’t seem to mind. I lowered her leg, lifted her by the waist, and pushed Fixer further onto the bed.

Falling beside her, in satisfaction of a job well done.

We talked for a while, mainly about Uncle Simon, and why he wasn’t here for her grandparents. They were taken advantage of when Grandma was sick, and Grandpa wanted to stay by her side in the hospital; neither saw them offering to take the child, and giving them temporary custody was an issue. They had been super friendly until then. Supporting them in the loss of their daughter. They should have had Tandy check what they signed first, mind you. They both had signed enough contracts to understand what they were signing. All I can think is they trusted them, as Grandma had raised Sheila and was trying to make amends for her running away and rebuild their relationship, even though it was Sheila’s fault and she wasn’t to blame at all. Trusting can be a downfall for many a strong person.

Sleep came easily, with Fixer wrapped in my arms, she was snoring quietly, and I am pleased since moving into this house that she hasn’t had a bad nightmare, a few whimpers in her sleep, but no large thrashing about, trying to kill me.

I got up during the night to relieve myself, and taking another look at my tattoo, I am still in awe of it. Now back in bed, pulling Fixer to me, she didn’t stir at all. For me, that meant she trusted me completely. In the early days of us sharing a bed, Fixer would wake suddenly, in a defensive move, when touched during the night. Still, today, not a tiny sign of fear of attack, if anything, she wiggled to get in closer to me, making me well up with emotions, a little action with huge meaning.

Fixer, moving woke me. I tried to hold onto her, reaching out to keep her in my arms.

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