Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Tank was close enough to kiss him, and this time his tongue penetrated Clover’s mouth as if they were fucking already. Animalistic, hungry, it left Clover breathless, even before Tank’s cock pushed between his buttocks.
The touch stung somewhat, teasing the same flesh that had been abused earlier, but somehow the discomfort made Clover long for Tank even more, and he squirted the lube on his hand, reaching between his legs, to the dick that was proportional to Tank’s size. The hard, throbbing length was ready to fuck Clover raw, exactly how he wanted it.
Tank groaned, pushing his cock into the slick fist and fucked it a couple of times, already impatient. “Ready?”
Clover nodded, unable to utter a word. He looked between their bodies, excited by the thick cock in his hand. He couldn’t wait. Regardless of the rough fuck from before or the welts left behind by the belt, Clover wanted Tank to fill him, wanted his dick bare and spurting cum inside of him.
One of Tank’s firm hands dove under Clover’s nape, curling into his hair, but the blunt head of Tank’s cock already pushed at his entrance, steadily pressing on without using too much force. Even now, so aroused and ready, Tank didn’t want to hurt him.
“Come on. Let me in, pretty thing. It’s gonna be hard and fast,” Tank whispered, nipping Clover’s nose and kissing him again.
Clover’s insides melted. He trusted Tank with his life, loved the way Tank touched him, and had no doubts about opening his legs for him. He hadn’t realised that he was still holding some tension in his body, but when he let go, Tank’s thick cockhead pushed in.
When Tank sank deeper into him, Clover let out a helpless moan, on the verge of crying with happiness. Yes, it hurt, but the sting left behind by the earlier fuck was nothing to be worried about. Nothing compared to the closeness of accepting Tank’s unsheathed cock inside his body.
It felt right.
Despite his promises, Tank started out slow, rolling his hips in broad movements. Clover didn’t think it was possible, but he could swear he felt the naked skin, and the veins, and every bit of Tank’s cock in more detail. And the more times those slow thrusts nudged his inner pleasure spot, the less painful it all felt. Heat rolled out of Tank’s body and pumped straight into Clover, rushing up his chest and filling his head with an overwhelming sense of joy.
“You feel so fucking good, boy. Like you wanna milk that cum out of me already.”
“I do, Daddy. I want all of it,” Clover whispered, choking on air. Every time he thought back to Tank ripping a hole in his briefs for fucking, his cock twitched, already beading with pre-cum.
The way Tank pressed Clover’s legs to his chest had him bent in half, ass exposed for fucking. There was no escape, but Clover wouldn’t have wanted a way out anyway.
Their foreheads touched, and between swallowing each other’s breath, Tank started pumping his hips in earnest. Seeing no protests from Clover, he dug his fingers into flesh and moved, as if he wanted to deposit his seed inside him as soon as humanly possible.
The pain caused by the merciless slaps of his hips against Clover’s welted ass made Clover moan with no shame whatsoever. So what if anyone heard them? He was proud to be Tank’s boy.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” Clover whined when the cock rubbed against his prostate time and time again. His own dick brushed against the sweaty, hairy skin of Tank’s stomach, each time triggering a sensation that went all the way down to his tightening balls. “Yes, come deep inside, Daddy!”
He bit down on Tank’s shoulder when orgasm struck his body without warning, making him shudder and moan in the arms of a man he trusted. His ass clenched on the cock drilling into him as if it wanted to be sucked in each time it backed away. Oh, how he wanted Tank’s mark on him.
Tank gasped, squeezing Clover in an iron grip to keep him still for those final, desperate thrusts. The long dick pumped Clover’s hole over and over, but then Tank stilled, just rolling his hips and clinging to him as their mouths connected again, exchanging lazy yet passionate kisses.
After a few heartbeats, Tank’s hold on Clover grew lax, and he hugged him instead, letting the strained legs drop to the sheets on either side of him.
Clover’s ass still stung, but the hot cum must have soothed the burn, because there wasn’t a single thing about this moment that wasn’t perfect.
Tank pulled out when his dick started to soften, and he lay next to Clover, rolling him into his warm arms. “You feel it?” he whispered when his other hand trailed down Clover’s stomach and to the relaxed hole.