Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 145

Tank POV

The day was a sort of anticlimax. I had expected more of a fight or argument from the moment they split to the return. The only fun was clearing out the deserter’s gear and the bonding at the barbecue.

The splinter group was all bluster and no bite. They barely made an effort at the gate, didn’t demand that we come and talk, just demanding to be let in, and calling us colorful names, nothing we hadn’t been called before. But it was disappointing. Which makes me think they won’t confront our members unless caught alone, out in the streets, or in small groups, and that they doubt they have the guts to do it one-on-one.

I carried Fixer home, happy to have her back and looking forward to hearing about her day. She never complains about me carrying her anymore; I think she enjoys it as much as I do. Just snuggles in and enjoys the ride.

In the bedroom, I kept asking questions as I undressed her. I needed something to keep me busy while she explained her day. I was so frustrated not being able to be with her, and after my day, it was nice to have something simple to do. She giggled at some of my comments, and I was very appreciative that Uncle Simon was guiding her in a way I couldn’t. I might have understood a lot of the paperwork, but not the fine details, where Uncle Simon was on it in a flash, and he even had them change a few wordings, extra pleased he had Fixer added to the name, it recognises who she is, not who they want her to be.

I was as hard as a rock by the time I had her snuggling up to me in bed, but I had to push the urge to take her out of my head; she was yawning far too much for me to take her body, no matter how much I wanted to. My little lady was out like a light, and I was right not to push my needs onto her.

I held her close to me, feeling complete, with her in my arms. Sleep came swiftly; I didn’t even have today’s actions rattling in my head, just sweet thoughts of her, in my arms, her body warm, and soft snores, lulling me to dreamland.

In my dream, Fixer was giving me some head, her mouth can’t stretch over my shaft, I am too big, we both know this, and she had improvised. She scrapes her teeth along the length, even uses her nails a few times, and today, she was using both, giving my head a small nip, while running her talons down my shaft. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain, and I loved it. Groaning with pleasure.

Then Fixer climbed on and started to ride me, and suddenly, I woke to her weight on me, and, realising this wasn’t Fixer giving me such great pleasure, in a dream, my wildest dreams couldn’t concoct this good. I groaned again as she started to find a rhythm and rode me hard. I could do nothing more than enjoy the ride. I tried to reach for her bouncing breas.ts but she swiped my hands away.

Her face was one of pure bliss, and I didn’t want her to lose that look if what she was doing gave her that much pleasure. Who was I to spoil it? I found myself getting so much enjoyment from watching her get off on me.

“Sweetheart, I am going to blow,” I shouted out, unable to hold back the pleasure any longer, as I exploded, screaming her name. She followed soon after, screaming my name as her tunnel squeezed my shaft, milking me for all I am worth.

Fixer leaned down, her sweaty body covering mine, and she started to pepper me with kisses, my eyes, nose, neck, chest, and at long last, my mouth. pulled her tongue into my mouth and danced with it before following her retreating tongue and entering hers. Fixer moaned as I deepened the kiss, my arms holding her tight against me.

She pushed on my chest, and I let her go, getting back to the seated position again, my softened shaft, now starting to react again, already.

“Nope, we need the bathroom.” She smirked and climbed off me, putting more sway in her hips as she walked away, the cheeks of her arss flexing in a way that would guarantee that my shaft was not going down any time soon. Before she entered the bathroom, she hesitated and looked over her shoulder at me. She smiled, wide, her eyes twinkling with knowing mirth.

I was up and out of bed so fast, I got dizzy for a moment, but reached the bathroom in three large strides. Fixer was sitting on the toilet, and I decided to do something I had never done before. I spread her legs, squatted down, pushed my shaft down, into the gap between her legs and the bowl, and peed. The look of shock on her face made this all worthwhile. She couldn’t get away from me, trapped on the toilet seat, till I moved, and she sat staring at my face, as I held an uncomfortable position, before leaning in and giving me a passionate kiss, which took me by surprise. Wow, never would I have expected how my day has started, and how silly but fun we have become, almost like we are trying to see who can do the craziest, but loving thing to each other, can’t wait to see what she comes up with next.

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