The Truck Driver

You Started It

Kayla awoke the next morning feeling sore everywhere but in complete bliss.

Her body ached in places she didn't even know could ache, but it was a sweet kind of pain—the kind that reminded her of exactly what happened last night and how Tank turned her every way but loose.

She needed to get up. Miss Sherri would be waiting for her to help tend to the animals, but the moment she tried to move, Tank's heavy arm tightened around her naked body, pulling her right back against his hard chest.

Tank wasn't trying to let her go.

"Tank, I gotta get up," Kayla whispered, trying to pry his arm off her.

"Nah, you don't," Tank muttered sleepily against her ear, his deep morning voice vibrating through her.

Kayla sighed, her body already reacting to the warmth of his skin pressed against hers. He was possessive before, but now? He was obsessed.

And she felt it in the way he held her like she belonged to him.

Kayla bit her lip, remembering how he went two more rounds last night before finally letting her rest. She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her hips, the burn in her thighs from how he stretched her out, the slight throb between her legs that told her he had ruined her.

She wasn't sure how she was going to move around all day after that.

"Tank, I'm serious," she tried again, wiggling against him.

Big mistake.

Tank groaned low in his throat, his grip getting even tighter as he pressed himself right against her backside, letting her feel the effect she had on him.

"I said, you ain't gotta get up," he mumbled, voice still laced with sleep, but his actions were anything but tired.

Kayla's breath hitched as she felt him harden against her, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh.

"Tank—"

"I done told you last night, you mine now," Tank murmured, kissing along her shoulder, his voice deep and rough. "And I ain't lettin' you outta this bed that easy."

Kayla shivered, her sore body suddenly not that sore anymore.

Miss Sherri was just going to have to wait.

Tank thrust into her as the farm animals began to wake up, fumbling around in the background, but he didn't care—not one damn bit.

Half-sleep and all, he had to be balls deep in her.

Kayla moaned openly as he gripped her thigh, lifting her leg to get deeper. She laid on her side, her back flush against his chest, feeling every inch of him stretching her out in slow, deliberate strokes.

"Mmm, Tanky," Kayla moaned, her voice muffled against the pillow.

Tank groaned low in his throat. That name did something to him, had him gripping her even tighter as he moved inside her.

"That's right, baby," Tank grunted, his thick Mississippi drawl dragging as he rocked into her. "Take this dick."

Kayla shuddered, biting her lip as she tried to keep quiet, but Tank wasn't making it easy.

She knew she had to be quick—Miss Sherri would come get her if she wasn't outside soon, and that would be beyond embarrassing. But right now, with Tank buried deep inside her, gripping her thigh like he owned her, all she could focus on was the way he made her feel.