The Truck Driver

I'm Yours, Tyler

Tank slipped his briefs off as he laid between her legs. Kayla slipped her nightgown over her head, leaving herself bare beneath him. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the moonlight casting warm shadows over their bodies.

Tank took his time, his lips trailing from her neck down to her collarbone, then lower, pressing soft kisses over her breasts before moving further down. Kayla's breath hitched, her fingers gripping the sheets as he made his way between her thighs.

She had never been touched like this before. Her ex-boyfriend never took his time with her, never slowed down to make sure she was comfortable, to make sure she felt everything. But Tank, he moved with a purpose, like he had all the patience in the world.

He glanced up at her, his light brown eyes dark with hunger. "Relax, baby," he murmured, his deep country drawl making her shiver.

Kayla's legs trembled as she tried to do what he said, but anticipation had her body wound tight. Tank smirked against her skin, pressing kisses along her inner thigh, taking his time as he worked his way closer.

Her breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Tank..." she whispered, her voice laced with both need and nervousness.

"I got you," he reassured her, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her open for him. "Just lemme take care of you."

And then he did.

The moment his mouth met her, Kayla let out a soft gasp, her back arching off the bed. She had never felt anything like this before—never knew something could feel this good. Tank took his time, learning her, teasing her, drawing out every sound he could from her lips.

Kayla's fingers found their way into his short curls, gripping tight as pleasure overtook her senses. She tried to close her legs, overwhelmed by the intensity, but Tank held her firm, keeping her right where he wanted her.

"Nuh uh, lemme finish," he murmured against her, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through her body.

Kayla's breath hitched, her legs shaking as she felt herself getting close. Tank felt it too, his grip tightening as he took her over the edge, not letting up until she was completely undone beneath him.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body trembling in the aftermath. Tank pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh before moving back up, hovering over her with a satisfied smirk.

"You okay?" he asked, brushing a braid from her face.

Kayla blinked up at him, still trying to catch her breath. "I—yeah. I'm okay," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Tank chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Told you I got you."

Kayla deepened the kiss to her best ability, her lips parting as she reached between them, fingers wrapping around his thick length. He was big, really big, and for a brief moment, she wondered how the hell he was going to fit. But she knew—Tank would make it fit.

Tank groaned into her mouth, his grip tightening on her hips as he let her explore him. His body was hot, muscles tense beneath her touch, but he didn't rush her. Instead, he kissed on her, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone—distracting her as he aligned himself with her heat.

A deep moan slipped from her lips the second she felt him press against her, the mushroom tip pushing past her entrance.

"Oh, Tank," Kayla whimpered, her nails digging into his back.

"Shit," Tank exhaled sharply, his head falling into the crook of her neck as he felt her tightness wrap around him. Too tight. Too damn good.

He took it slow, easing deeper inch by inch, his body tense as he let her adjust to him. Kayla gasped beneath him, her legs trembling as she held onto him for dear life.