Page 55 of Rainbow Rodeo

Tank’s grip tightened, holding him close, making it like a horse with a smooth gait. He braced on Tank’s chest, driving himself down, harder and harder.

“Dalton.” His name on those lips made his cock jump, made him so happy.

“Yeah. Fuck, you feel good. Thick.”

“Tight. Look at us, making words.”

“Uh-huh.” He bore down again, gritting his teeth.

Tank helped him ride up, then fall back, and he swore he could feel Tank swell up even bigger inside him.

“Touch me. Fuck. Touch me, please.”

Tank nodded, teeth gritted, then reached down to grab his cock, rubbing it up and down.

“Yeah. Fuck yes. Need you.”

“Got me right here, honey. Never been this hot. God, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Tank did kinda look like he might explode.

“Love how you fill me up.” He bit the words out, his world spinning.

“You—” Tank grunted, eyes wide, jerking madly underneath him when Dalton squeezed his muscles tight. Hell yeah. He’d done that. Him. Tank was his dream come true, damn it.

He sat up tall and started bouncing, his cock slapping against Tank’s belly as he slammed down.

Tank rolled up closer to him, offering a kiss he couldn’t resist, and that trapped his dick between them, giving him some friction and a little pressure to his balls.Woo-hoo.

Tank spread his cheeks, fingertips at his hole, dragging where they were joined.

His eyes flew open wide, his body on fire. “Tank!”

“What, honey? Want to give you more.”

“Please. Fuck. Yes, please.” He was burning alive. This was real. This was fucking real.

Tank slid a finger inside him alongside that thick cock, and Dalton wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

Then the second finger slipped in, and he was coming, shooting in heavy ropes over Tank’s belly.

“Uhn!” Tank watched him until he stilled, panting hard. Then Tank grabbed his hips again and drove up into him, thrusting just a few times before grunting, shuddering with his orgasm.

He slumped forward, his heart pounding furiously, his world spinning.

“Got you.” Tank sounded as blown out and breathless as he felt.

“Uh-huh. Broke me.”

“Did I? You were riding. I figure I’m the broke one.” Tank just chuckled, and he had to laugh along.

“Uhn.” That was a good answer, right? It had to work.

Tank snorted, which set them to laughing again, just clinging to each other and whooping with what air they had left. “Lord have mercy, honey. You’re the hottest son of a bitch on earth.”

His best answer was a kiss, sloppy and slow.

Tank hugged him close until they had to pull apart before things got too messy to bear. Tank disposed of the condom, then tugged him right back in.

“Mmm. Hey.” Lord, he was going to feel this tomorrow.

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