Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 70

Maxine POV

I wasn’t so scared going to the office this time. I was ready to fight for myself, not give in like before. I don’t feel like I have to push to please them; the other girls don’t do what I do or work as hard, so why should I? I like doing things to help out, and if that means doing a day in the kitchen, so be it. I want to bake cakes; it reminds me of Grandma and the time I spent in her kitchen, where she taught me to cook.

But I didn’t need to fight and argue as I had prepared for; they sat, nodded, and listened, and I think they agreed. I am not sure. They never disagreed, never really said much at all.

I left that room feeling a little confused. Did I achieve anything?

Now I am sitting here, with Sticks and Cricket, talking about the party they are organising for me, expecting me to contribute with colors, and arrangements, things I have never had to think about before. Like, do I have a favorite color? Or flower? Heck, I like all flowers, and they said no to black, so what colors are left that I like the most? I like all tones of blue, purple, and even some greens. I can say I don’t like yellow or orange; those colors on me make me look sickly.

“So we will have it on Friday afternoon, club members only, that way it won’t conflict with the usual Saturday crowd, the place should be back to its old self again by then, and

you wouldn’t be able to tell there had been a fight. Plus, none of the skanks would think to come over on a Friday, but we will make sure the gates are guarded; we don’t want trouble if we can avoid it.” Sticks was saying, but I was distracted, Tank was running circles on my thigh, and I was getting worked up, and was getting so comfortable on his lap, resting my head on his chest.

Would they notice if I closed my eyes for a moment?

I gave a long yawn, and Cricket giggled.

“Think our girl needs sleep, leave this with us, we will work something out. Make a big surprise for you.” Sticks said as the two of them put their heads together and whispered.

“Come on, time to get you to bed.” Tank stood up, still holding me, and carried me upstairs.

“I have two good working legs, you know,” I grumbled softly but still snuggled his neck.

Tank chuckled, his chest rumbling and vibrating.

I reached out and opened the door, and he kicked it open further, and took me to the bed, setting me down gently, like I was a fragile flower and he was worried he’d damage the petals.

He moved to my feet, pulled off my boots, and carefully set them down, pulled at my jeans, and I raised my hips to give him better access, to pull them off. I sat up, and he helped take off my shirt, and I watched as he took me in, looking at me like he wanted to devour me, and didn’t know where to begin. His eyes went from my feet, still in socks, up my thighs, in a slow movement, stopping at my core, where he swallowed, licked his lips, then traveled up to my chest, looked at each side before moving to my mouth, and lastly to my eyes.

“Do you want a shower?” Tank asked softly, his voice deep and lustful.

“No, haven’t done much today, how about you?” I asked, looking at him with interest. He appears to be shy and hesitant.

“Can I taste?”

“Taste what?” I asked, confused, if he wanted something to eat, like right now? I looked around the room and couldn’t see anything to eat.

“You.” He said huskily.

“Me?’ I squeaked.

“Yeah, you.” His eyes were dark, intense, full of desire. I was wet looking at him.

“How do you eat me?” I was totally confused. How do you eat me? I haven’t heard that term used to describe a person’s body before. I am not naive; I know what a man and a woman do in bed, but I had never heard the word “eat” used in reference to being in bed, it had me baffled.

“You said, yes. Changing your mind? Humm?” He asked softly, genuinely concerned, but also hopeful I don’t say no..

“No, no, I … er… um… I have never had someone down there before. I don’t know what you are going to do.” I said, stuttering as I tried to find the words.

“Have you heard of muff dive?” Tank asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, Jenny loves getting them. She didn’t go into details, just that a man enjoys playing with a woman down there. Is it like when a man gets a headjob?” I was trying to understand what he would be doing down there, like I know I am not ready for him to take my virginity, but I still want to investigate his body, and I guess that’s what he’s doing to mine.

“Something similar, ready?” I nodded and fisted his hair when he blew on my moist lady parts. Sending me almost screaming in surprise at the sensation, he had caused just by blowing on me.

He licked my again, long, slow licks, and flicking the nub, at the end, I thought I was going to pull all his hair off his head, I pulled it so hard, when he flicked my nub, making me squeak and jump in surprise, he placed his hand on my pelvic bone, holding me in place, and humming on my core, thrusting his tongue inside. I removed my hands from his head, fearful

I would do damage, and fisted the blankets, as he sent another wave of tingling sensations through me. I was glad he was holding me down, because I am sure I would have crawled up the bed in pleasure, as he sent me to a place I had never been. Even with my fingers and vibrator, he played me like a well-oiled engine, running smoothly.

He pushed a finger inside, and I felt it all the way in. He then added another. I thought he was going to rip me apart as he stretched me. I knew he was large; I had seen it when he was in the shower. I walked in, half asleep and not thinking straight. I stopped and stared at him, as he continued to shower, as if I wasn’t there, but the shaft slowly grew, so I knew he knew I was watching him.

He thrusted his tongue in and out, faster and faster, his fingers were playing in my folds, rubbing my nub, finding places that were so very sensitive to his touch, making me jump with the sensation. I was groaning and writhing under his ministrations.

“Cum for me.” He murmured in my core, and as if he was demanding, I reached my release, and my body did as it was told, sending me skyrocketing into a throbbing pleasure, hitting heights I didn’t know existed. I screamed his name as I exploded on his tongue, and he lapped fast on my lady part, drinking my juices and licking me clean.

“Good girl.” He praised me when I started to slow my throbbing. He crawled back up to my face and thrust his tongue in my mouth, twisting and twirling my tongue, giving me the flavor he had on his tongue, his beard wet and glistening with my juices.