The Truck Driver

I Love You Tyler.

Tank lightly pushed Kayla onto the sectional, his eyes locked onto hers as he double-locked the front door. He didn't need any interruptions. Not when he was about to feast on his woman like he had been thinking about the entire ride back from Savannah. His jaw clenched as he looked her over, sprawled out on his couch, her skin already glowing with anticipation.

Kayla's breath hitched as Tank ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his thick fingers gripping the hem of her tank top and peeling it off like he had all the time in the world. Her nipples were already hard, and Tank chuckled low in his throat as he palmed her breasts, rolling her sensitive peaks between his fingers before lowering his head to take one in his mouth.

"Damn, you already ready for me, huh?" he murmured against her skin, his deep voice vibrating through her.

Kayla moaned, arching into him, her fingers gripping his scalp. "You know I am."

Tank smirked against her skin before trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, stopping at her bare heat, already glistening for him.

"Yeah, you mine," Tank muttered, more to himself than her, as he spread her legs wider, positioning himself between them.

Kayla's stomach tightened as she felt the warmth of his breath against her center. She barely had time to brace herself before Tank gripped her thighs and dived in, his mouth locking onto her like a man starved.

"Tank!" she cried out, her hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his short curls as he flicked his tongue over her swollen clit.

Tank groaned in satisfaction, loving how she responded to him, how her legs trembled as he worked her over with deep, slow strokes of his tongue. He didn't just eat—he devoured, worshiped, possessed.

Kayla twisted on the couch, her back arching as pleasure rolled through her like a tidal wave. "Oh my God, baby, please..."

Tank hummed against her, sending vibrations straight through her core. He gripped her thighs tighter, pressing her down so she couldn't run from the pleasure even if she wanted to.

"You takin' this, lil' bit," he murmured against her soaked folds before sucking her clit into his mouth, making her damn near scream.

Kayla's entire body tensed before she unraveled, her orgasm crashing into her so hard her vision blurred. Tank didn't stop, didn't slow down, lapping up everything she gave him like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

When she finally came down, panting and spent, Tank licked his lips and smirked. "That's round one," he warned, standing up and unbuckling his jeans.

Kayla's eyes widened as she saw just how ready he was for round two. Tank wasn't playing tonight. And she had no plans of tapping out. Tank was hungry, and it wasn't for no damn food. He was starving for Kayla.

She barely had time to catch her breath before Tank grabbed her by the ankles, dragging her down the couch so her legs dangled over the edge. His thick hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide, his gaze locked onto her glistening heat like it was his last meal.

"Tank..." Kayla breathed, her voice shaky, her body still sensitive from the way he just devoured her.

"Nah, don't say my name like that unless you ready to handle what come with it," he warned, his deep voice laced with something dangerous, something possessive.

Kayla's lips parted, a challenge flashing in her eyes. "Then give it to me."

Tank's jaw tightened as he yanked his jeans and briefs down in one swift motion, his thick, heavy length springing free. He stroked himself lazily, watching the way Kayla's breath hitched as her eyes dropped to what was about to stretch her out all over again.