Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 95

Tank POV

The guys made sure my day would never be forgotten, joking, making sure we were catered for, and keeping drinks flowing. I did ask that they change it to juice or water after I started to get tipsy, as neither Fixer nor I was a heavy drinker.

Fixer and I barely had a moment together for a while after the girls sang a few songs. A very slow, seductive song came on, and Fixer gave me a sultry look, and I gulped, wondering what she was up to now.

Fixer walked slowly toward me, and the guys picked up on what she was going to do, quickly. They rushed over, brought out a chair, and dragged me over to it, convincing me to sit on it, as she swayed her hips and ran her hands over her body, suggestively, leaned in, grabbed my head, and kissed it, then moved around the chair, rubbing her chest on my back. She was teasing me, and I loved it. At that moment, I was glad I didn’t have jeans on; my shaft was rock hard. The crowd surrounded her, chanting at Fixer to continue and egging her on. She moved back to the front, hands on my shoulders, and pushed her chest into my face. I brought my hands up to massage the two beauties before me, wanting to kiss and enjoy them, but she was having none of that; this was her show, and I had to watch. She pushed my hands away, and I brought them back, so she backed up a few steps whenever I tried to join in. She kept moving to the music and teasing me. I was glad when the song finished, as she quickly jumped forward, and straddled my lap, grinding her heated core against my shaft, and was pleased that she didn’t strip, just danced, teasingly, keeping me under her control.

The cheers as she finished were deafening, and I didn’t think I could have loved her more than I did at that moment. The guys enjoyed the show as much as I had. She was all woman, and I was getting a taste of the vixen she can be as she gains more confidence around me.

I couldn’t wait to take her upstairs and finish making her mine. I had been watching and waiting for her to show signs that she had had enough. It was taking longer than I had wanted. But then, in the dance area, she began to melt into me, and I took that as my cue to take her to bed. A soft squeal as I picked her up had the guys giving me suggestions on how to take Fixer, and some were creative. Still, no thanks, I might one day be adventurous. I doubt I would try some of their suggestions; they were not something I had considered enjoyable in bed, and some sounded anatomically impossible to do.

I removed her cut with reverence, taking a moment to look at it and smiling as I placed it on the back of a chair, then removed mine and put it beside hers. Perfect, I thought, taking a moment to look at the two cuts side by side, and appreciating what they meant to the club and me.

Those ties, they made them into some knot, and I was having difficulty working out how to undo them, but once the first one came loose, I got the idea, and the next few, although fiddly, were dispatched more quickly. Once the ties were done, the rest came off with ease. Who now stood patiently waiting for me to finish was my little lady, in all her naked glory. I wanted to worship her body. But first, I needed to strip, so I placed her on the bed and almost tore the sheet off my body. Luckily, there was not much to the sheet, and it came away with ease, throwing it away, not caring where it landed.

Fixer waited with lust in her eyes, and was getting frustrated that I wanted to feast first, she wanted me to take her now, not play with her, and was pleased to successfully bring her to release twice before crawling up her body, and kissing her all the way. She was testing me, trying to grab my shaft, but if she managed to touch it, I knew I would explode and ruin the night for both of us.

Getting myself under control and prepared for what was about to happen. I place my shaft between her legs and move back and forth, through her moist flaps, getting my shaft coated with her juices, hoping that it would make it easier to enter her. I didn’t think to buy lube, and I have done all I can to stretch her, prepare her for my size. I loathe the idea that I was going to tear her apart. Or hurt her.

It was now or never, I thought, as I lined my shaft to her entrance, looking at her face, her eyes full of lust, trust, and innocence. I hope that trust wasn’t about to be shattered. I faltered for a moment, to push that thought away, and went inside her slowly, giving her about a quarter of my length. Her eyes widened, and there was a brief flicker of pain, which she tried to hide. I stopped when she suddenly sucked in air and bit her bottom lip. I stayed like that, searching her face for any sign of consent to continue. I would stop as hard as that would be, if she said to.

“Okay, I am ready.” She whispered, with a shaky voice, I slowly thrust deeper, and her walls clamp around my shaft.

She was tight, warm, and perfect.

Sweat trickled down my back and face as I tried to hold on, waiting for Fixer to explode again. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold any longer, she screamed out my name, her channel squeezing my shaft, and I exploded too, calling out her name as she milked me dry.

When her body relaxed, and my shaft softened, I pulled out, headed to the bathroom, wet a cloth with warm water, and returned to clean up Fixer. There was a small amount of blood, but that was expected, and not too much; I didn’t tear her to pieces, like I was dreading. Next time, she will be able to handle me a lot better..

“Thank you,” Fixer said when I had finished cleaning her up. I returned to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, rinsed the cloth, and then threw it into the washing basket.

When I returned to bed, Fixer had rolled over, her eyes closed, and I believe she had fallen asleep.

What a day, I hope she enjoyed herself as much as I did. I thought as I snuggled in behind her.