Page 36 of Rainbow Rodeo

Dalton nodded for him, eyes focused on where they were connected.

Tank pressed forward, sinking a few inches inside Dalton’s body. Dalton’s lips parted, the expression the closest to bliss he’d ever seen. Ever.

He took a deep breath, then let it out before thrusting the rest of the way in. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush with Dalton’s ass.

Dalton’s muscles locked around him, fluttering and squeezing, holding him tight enough he wanted to scream. He didn’t dare move for a long moment, his breath caught in his chest.

Then Dalton reached out for him, one hand wrapping around his upper arm.

Tank nodded, letting out a breath before beginning to rock gently, easing back as Dalton’s body tried to keep him deep inside. The resistance gave him amazing friction, making him grit his teeth as his balls throbbed with the pleasure of it. “Fuck. Just like that, honey. Just so.”

Heaven. This was fucking heaven.

He worked back and forth, his breath sobbing in his chest. Dalton made him feel like a god. Seriously.

Sweat beaded up on his brow, and his abs screamed in the best way, the world tightening down to Dalton’s body surrounding him. He couldn’t hardly see anything beyond Dalton’s face, twisted with pleasure.

Tank grabbed hold of Dalton’s cock and tugged, barking out a cry when that made Dalton tighten all around him. Christ. He was just one more squeeze from coming, if he wasn’t careful.

“Breathe. Breathe, honey. Please.” He wanted this to last.

Dalton nodded sharply, breathing out and loosening up for a second or two. He thrust hard then, opening Dalton up for him, and Dalton’s head fell back, knocking against the wall.

“Careful, honey.” He knelt up a little, tugging Dalton toward him.

“Only my head.” Dalton panted. “We all know that’s the least important part of us.”

Tank laughed out loud, but he held Dalton’s thighs, keeping him in place, which made them both shudder with every thud of their bodies together.

“Fuck. Tank. Tank, I need….” Dalton moaned for him, so pretty.

“I got you. I got everything you need.” He set to rubbing Dalton off, matching stroke to thrust. He loved how soft the skin was over the hardness, how every touch made Dalton shake. How he felt the strokes around his own shaft, milking him.

His eyes kept trying to close, but Tank wasn’t going to miss one second of this.

Dalton Jakoby was the hottest motherfucker he’d ever seen.

He moved faster, really ramming now, his rhythm totally off, like a bull who’d hit himself on the chute.

“Gonna! Tank! Please!” That was all she wrote—Dalton shot like it was the Fourth of July, working his prick like a master.

“Damn.” Oh goddamn. He closed his eyes finally, hips rocking like crazy, his balls drawing up until he shot so hard all he heard was white noise for a couple heartbeats.

He hung there a second, his heart going ninety to nothing, slamming away. He’d done this. They’d hooked up.

Lord, it seemed like forever. Had it only been a couple three days?

However long it had been, his balls loved him for ending the dry spell.

Tank finally pulled back, then got rid of the condom before rolling back to take Dalton in his arms. “You okay?”

“Better than. Maybe a little broke, but I like it.”

“Me too.” He was in fucking love. No doubt about it.

Whoa. Whoa, Nelly.He was….

Breathe.

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