The Truck Driver

One True Love

Tank smirked as he drove through Montana. He watched Kayla, who was curled up in the bed, sleeping soundly. After their early morning rounds of sex, they had showered at the rest stop, where she needed another round of him, and of course, he obliged—he would never turn Kayla down. She had managed to take his dick during three separate rounds, and now she was exhausted, lying naked in the back. When they got in from the shower, she stripped down and got in the bed as she had no energy left, didn't even bother to eat.

His woman was insatiable, and he loved it.

Tank kept his focus on the open road, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while his other rested on his lap. He was determined to make it to Seattle before nightfall so he could unload early the next morning. Once they got to Seattle, he was going to buy Kayla a new iPhone. He had destroyed and tossed her old one out back in South Dakota, making sure no one could track her. She needed a new number, a fresh start.

He knew she was still a little shaken up from her nightmare, but she seemed better now. The sex probably helped calm her nerves, and if that's what it took to keep her mind at ease, Tank would keep fucking her until she forgot every damn fear she ever had. He didn't mind.

Kayla was his.

And he was hers.

They had only known each other for about seven months, but they had been together almost every day since then. Some people would say their relationship moved too fast, but Tank didn't give a damn. He wouldn't have it any other way. Kayla was his woman, and protecting her was his main priority. Whatever she needed, he would provide. That was his job.

He was her man. Her protector.

A soft whimper came from the back, and Tank glanced in the mirror, seeing Kayla shifting in the bed. Her long curls were wild, sprawled over the pillow, her skin glowing even in the dim lighting of the rig. She stretched, her toned body on full display, making Tank's dick twitch in his sweats.

"Tanky..." she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah, baby?"

She sat up slightly, rubbing her eyes before looking toward the front. "You almost there?"

"Still got a few hours."

Kayla yawned and stretched again, arching her back in a way that had Tank gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. She was completely unbothered by the fact that she was naked, sitting up with her legs spread like she wasn't tempting the hell out of him.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyes shifting back to the road, even though he could feel her looking at him.

She nodded. "Just woke up horny."

Tank groaned low, shaking his head. "You gon' be the death of me, lil' bit."

Kayla giggled and climbed up to the front, slipping into the passenger seat. She placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing up toward his dick, which was already stiffening beneath his sweats.

"You need both hands to drive?" she asked innocently, her fingers dancing over his bulge.

Tank exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel tighter. "What you think?"

Kayla smirked and leaned down, her tongue tracing over the outline of his dick through his sweats.

Tank clenched his jaw. "Lil' bit, don't start nothin' you can't finish."

She looked up at him, her brown eyes filled with mischief. "I always finish, Tanky."

And with that, she tugged his sweats down just enough to free his thick, heavy dick.