Page 23 of Tank
“You’re trouble,” I mutter, but my voice is rough, wanting.
“Maybe I am,” Rocco replies, his smirk returning. “But you like trouble, don’t you, Daddy?”
That word breaks something in me.
I grab his shirt, pulling him closer, and crash my lips against his.
It’s not gentle—our kiss is all teeth and hunger, years of pent-up need pouring out. His hands grab at my chest, squeeze my arms, and I taste whiskey and defiance on his tongue.
My cock’s hard, my blood roaring, and all I can think is how right this feels, how much I want him, even if he’s the death of me…
“Fuck me, Daddy,” Rocco pants, whipping his t-shirt off to reveal his slender but strong upper body. “Make me scream your name. Fucking do it. Show me who you are and what a Wolf Rider can do.”
Damn, he’s hot.
And he knows how to push my buttons.
He might be the death of me, but right now, I don’t give a damn…
Before I have a single second to doubt myself, the pair of us are naked, out bodies entwined and out tongues down one another’s throats.
But as hot as the naked kissing is, I want something else.
I want the boy’s hard, juicy cock in my mouth. And I have a feeling he wants the same too…
“I’m on top,” I grunt. “You can take my weight. Just like you’ll take all eight inches of my dick.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Rocco replies, his eyes lighting up as I maneuver him so that his head is beneath my dick and his own manhood is directly in front of my mouth.
We both swallow and suck on one another with animalistic relish. Rocco’s swollen, rock-solid cock might be smaller than mine, but there’s no doubting that it still packs a punch. The feeling between us is all too real as we work our mouths, spittle dribbling, tongues lashing and lapping in synchronicity.
“Ass,” I command, pulling my lips off Rocco’s dick head and watching his cock slap down against his chest as I raise myself off the boy’s hard body. “Turn over and present your ass to Daddy.”
Rocco does as he’s told and as an extra sign of submission parts his cheeks, spreading them wide as if to signify his total surrender to me…
“I’m yours,” Rocco says, lustfully turning his head to catch a glimpse of me spitting into my palms and lubing up my cock. “Don’t hold back. Show me the Tank that everyone at the club knows not to fuck around with. Give meeverything.”
The look of lust in Rocco’s eyes is almost enough to make me shoot my load all over his back right there and then. But that would be too easy. I need to make this boy mine, and I want to enjoy every damn second of it…
“You want it, you got it,” I growl, putting the wet tip of my cock up against Rocco’s tight, pink ass hole and pressing down on him. “But when I start, I won’t stop until we’re both done…”
Rocco groans in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I ease myself inside him.
For a second I think he might be about to spill his seed all over my couch with one thrust, but the boy holds it together and bites down onto a pillow as I ease myself out and then all the way back in.
Soon, I’m working my thrusts harder and faster, the couch creaking under our combined weight. Rocco begins to push and bounce backward on my dick, showing me that he can handle a real Daddy.
As I work up toward my own climax, I grunt in pleasure as the boy’s supple ass cheeks clap and bounce in time to my thrusts, our bodies working as one as the pair of us cum long and hard.
“More, more, more…” Rocco wails, slamming his hand down onto the couch, balling it into a fist, letting it all out as I ride him hard, draining my cum deep inside. “Oh… fuck. Fuck. Daddy.Fuck.”
I watch in delight as Rocco’s body stiffens and twitches, his own orgasm riding close to mine, the pair of us finishing what we started together.
“Damn,” I say, pulling out and sliding myself behind Rocco as I move both our bodies so we can lie together on the couch. “You can take a dick, boy.”
“Did you ever think I couldn’t?” Rocco sasses in reply. “Come on. You’ve wanted to know the answer since the moment you saw me.”
I wrap my arms around Rocco’s neck and give him a playful, post-orgasm squeeze.
