The Truck Driver

Every State, Every Shower

Tank held Kayla in his arms as he bounced her under the water.

Kayla's head was thrown back, mouth parted in pleasure as she took every inch of him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. This is exactly what she wanted—to have sex on the road with Tank, creating memories in every state they stopped in. The warm water cascaded down her back, soaking the curls that framed her face and trailed down to the dip of her spine. Her hair was so damn beautiful, and Tank couldn't keep his hands out of it, gripping the back of her head, keeping her in place as he filled her over and over.

"I love you, Daddy," Kayla smirked, her eyes still shut as she moaned, knowing damn well how much he loved hearing her call him that.

Tank smirked right back, his grip tightening on her thick thighs as he thrust deeper. "I can't wait for you to make me a daddy," he groaned, his voice thick with need.

"I will," Kayla moaned, her hands running up his chest before locking around his neck. "I'll give you as many babies as you want. You just gotta keep filling me with your seed 'til it latches on."

Kayla knew exactly what to say to get him going, to make him possessive, to make him obsessed. His rhythm deepened, his strokes deliberate and strong, making sure she felt every inch of him.

"You gonna fuck me even harder on the bed in the rig?" Kayla moaned, her lips brushing against his ear as she clenched around him.

Tank let out a deep groan. "You want that?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, biting her lip. "I want you to fuck me hard on the bed in the rig in each state we stop in... and I want you to fuck me in every shower too."

Tank let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he bounced her harder, his back pressed against the cool tile wall. "I done turned you out, huh?"

Kayla gasped, nodding frantically. "You sure did. And ain't no turning back." She dug her nails into his scalp as she moaned louder. "Now fill me with your seed."

Tank growled, his grip bruising her hips as he bottomed out, making her cry out. "Fuck, Kayla," he gritted through clenched teeth.

"Ugh, your dick is so damn big, so wide," she moaned, her voice high-pitched as she shuddered in his arms. "I love how it stretches me."

Her words kept getting nastier, and it was messing with Tank's head. He was barely holding on, gripping her ass as he took them both over the edge, filling her up like she begged him to.

Kayla clung to him, her body trembling from the intensity. Tank pressed kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, his breathing uneven as the water continued to pour over them.

"You got me addicted," he muttered, holding her tight.

Kayla giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Good."

Tank smirked against her lips. "You better rest up, 'cause we got plenty more states to go."

Kayla bit her lip, eyes full of mischief. "And plenty more showers to fuck in."

Tank shook his head, chuckling. "Damn right."

Tank smirked as he let Kayla down onto her feet, his hands lingering on her waist before he finally let go. She was something else—talking all that shit while he had her bouncing in the air, and now she was looking at him like she didn't just make his dick even harder with that little confession.

Kayla reached for the shampoo bottle, squeezing a good amount into her palm before working it through her thick curls. The rich lather coated her strands as she massaged her scalp, eyes closed under the warm spray. Tank watched her, arms folded as he leaned against the tiled wall, still coming down from what they'd just done. He liked seeing her like this—bare, vulnerable, trusting him completely.