Q & A with Me and The COD Zombie Crews 2.0

Crews read Errotic/Romantic fanfictions with them in it 0.0

MATURE CONTENT! Read at your own risk!

All stories belong to their rightful owners!

Will contain:

Male x Male action
Male x female action

Me: Meep....let's see there reaction. A celebration for Valentine's Day!:p

People that will be in this

Tank Dempsey
Edward Richtofen (duh)
Marlton Johnson
Abigail 'Misty' Briarton
Jessica Rose
Nero Blackstone
Jack Vincent

Me: First up.........Tank!

Story used: INSTA-KILL! Daquiri Deadshots by VenusAmorette from Fanfic.Net.

Chapter: What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas

(Note: If you wish to read the full stories, you may find them where they're from.)

Tank: Alright....let's read.

"His big palms spread warm on my thighs again, holding tight. "Funny story," he said, his voice strangely tempting. Then his fingers urged me closer, hooking behind my knees. He pulled me firm against him, hips jerking. "Feel that?" he asked gruffly, grinding up against me. I bit my lip, and he grinned. "Guess that's a yes," he murmured, giving me a dirty look."

Tank: *puts down book* Holy crap!.....I sound sexy! *picks up book again*

"Want more?" he growled, moving his mouth to suck hotly at my neck.

My eyes rolled back. "Oh god," I moaned.

He rocked his hips up again, spreading my thighs with his powerful palms. "Yeah?" he grunted, thrilled, pressing his trapped erection flush between my legs. "Tell me, babe," he murmured. I felt his perfect square teeth pull at my skin.

"Tank," I gasped.

The length of him pulsed against me. "You want it?" he asked, his voice dark, and he held me down hard on his hips.

Yes. I did.

I writhed around on top of him, so horny I could barely breathe.

He was watching my tortured face, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glinting. "All you gotta say is yes," he rumbled, tempting me. "And then it's all yours."

Tank: *blushing and clearing his throat* Well....... *starts reading again*

"Without any hesitation, he shoved his hand between my legs. His fingers hooked under the crotch of my panties, stroking me. "Well, well, well," he rumbled, pressing one skilled fingertip up inside. My breath hitched. He grinned. "You dirty little girl," he murmured, shoving his finger in deep. "All wet for me." I bit my lip as he pulled it out. Then he tugged off my underwear, and pushed me back on the bed.

I thought he'd just rip off his pants and fuck me. But after he unbuckled his belt, he leaned over and spread my thighs, moving his face between my legs.