Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 71

Tank POV

I am glad that Max doesn’t complain too much about me carrying her around. I love holding her, and by carrying her around, I get to keep her in my arms longer. Regardless of the ribbing I get from the guys, and Max’s occasional reminder that she has two legs.

It wasn’t too bad in the office. I don’t think they were prepared for Hurricane Maxine, and they looked a little shell-shocked. By the time she had finished her stay. I take my hat off to them, though; they sat and listened. I am positive those two will talk about it together. Still, I think they got the message that she won’t take their crap anymore, and it fits perfectly in our club. Our leaders need strong supporters, and Max is a powerful woman, though she is still learning to get back on her feet: Once she gets set, nothing will stop her from moving forward; the club won’t know what hit them, and I will be along for the ride.

Dinner was enjoyable, and the girls prattled on about the ceremony, and I needed to talk to Prez later about Max’s road name. I want to put it on her cut, and depending on what it is, I’ll have to put in the work to design it to look perfect.

A big yawn was all I needed to move Max upstairs. I had had enough of talking about our plans for Friday; I could take Crickets and Sticks’ high-pitched squeals only for so long, plus I wanted to give my little lady something special, take our relationship a little further.

I almost ran up the stairs, leaving a trail of laughter behind me, as I took the stairs two at a time. Max opened reached down and opened the door, enough for me to kick it open. I was semi-hard with all the thoughts already going through my mind, and what I wanted to do to her if she would let me. Tonight, I feel we have jumped an enormous hurdle, and it’s time to solidify that jump.

Trying to hold myself back, I gently positioned Max on the bed, and slowly, carefully, removed her outer garments, concentrating hard on the task, and folding each piece with care, not something I would typically do; I would have thrown them to a corner, not giving a care, but today, I felt it was special. So I am taking my time, working here in the direction I want to go.

Then the big question.

She said yes!!!! I almost creamed myself when she said yes.

I can’t wait to taste her juices.

Again, I took my time, working her body, enjoying how eagerly she responds. I need to teach her to use her voice, but that can wait; for now, I need to make her feel good.

When I reached her mound and licked it, she tasted as good as I had hoped. But I hadn’t expected her resistance, and I popped my head up to look at her face. She looked petrified. I didn’t want to stop, but I would if this were all she would allow me to do. But reluctantly, she said Continue, once I explained the best I could.

“Please, more.” She begged, almost taring my hair out by the roots, and the bit of pain she caused had my shaft throbbing with need. I don’t think it would take much for me to explode.

When she reached her climax, she glowed. It was so beautiful to see her in bliss, and I put her there; it made me proud to think I was the first to feast on her and bring her to the peak.

“My turn,” Max said, and I needed to clear my ears out, because I didn’t think I heard right.

“Your turn?”

“Yes, first you have too many clothes on.” I went to roll off the bed, but she stopped me, copied what I had done to her, removed my shirt, and then reached to pull down my jeans.

“Where are your boxers?” She looked so shocked that I had gone commando; I had no clean ones, so I went without.

It was the best head job I have ever had, the few woman I have had give me one, worked on one sensation, and that was either mouth, but often gave up on that because they couldn’t get their mouth over the end, or hand, straight up and down, that takes forever to get me to where I am right now, close to blowing my load.

I couldn’t stop the moans of pleasure, and she sank her teeth in lightly, and grazed them up my length before pulling the end into her mouth with ease and running her tongue over the end again. She kept changing what she was doing over and over again. I felt the telltale signs of my impending release.

“Move your mouth, I am going to cum.” I grunted out, trying to pull away from her mouth.

“Did you pull away?” She asked and continued to suck and play with the end, balls, and shaft, and oh my.

I exploded, as I had never exploded before, my breath short and ragged. I felt as if my shaft was never going to stop squirting, and there was Max, drinking it all in. I looked down at her, and she was busy with my shaft, her hand still gently squeezing my balls.

“That was amazing.” I blurted out, my breath back under control.

She moved up my body, kissing hit as she went, and then when she reached my face, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers, and she stuck her tongue in my mouth, sharing the taste of me on her tongue, I didn’t mind, I did the same to her, it’s only fair, I had no idea I tasted like that, salty, where she was sweet.

“Was it okay?” Max asked shyly, but hope filled her eyes, pleading that it was good. Even after I said it was amazing, she was still in doubt.

“Yeah, it was more than okay,” I replied, pulling her to me, and enjoying the afterglow of what