Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Clover couldn’t have been more eager. He’d stood up to Tank many times. About things both important and petty, but when Tank got like this, expecting absolute submission, Clover’s brain became mush, and he regressed to being a hormone-infused teen wanting to please his crush in any way he was asked to.
“Good,” Tank rasped, blowing hot air on Clover’s nape. “Pants down. I want to see your pretty ass. Show it to me.”
Clover whimpered but couldn’t have lowered his jeans and underwear any faster. The foam yoga mat felt weird against his stiffening cock, but all he cared about was reconnecting with Tank.In a meeting of bodies, all the resentment and anger were gone from the air, replaced by urgency.
Tank laughed and pushed his hand under Clover’s T-shirt, rubbing all over his back before moving lower, much lower. “We don’t have that much time, boy, but you’ll still get to satisfy me.”
“I want that, please. You know I’m always open to you.” Clover’s heart beat like mad, but he meant every word. He reached back to spread his asscheeks for Tank, his forehead pressed to the mat. He craved Tank’s stiff cock inside him. He wanted to get it fast and hard until they were both a sweaty mess. He needed Tank to know that even if they sometimes disagreed, it never changed the way Clover felt.
Tank grunted softly, squeezing Clover’s ass, but his touch was soon gone, and Clover arched his back when he heard the condom wrapper break. He loved it when his men left their cum inside him, but this wasn’t the right moment for it. Daddy thought about every detail, always concerned about Clover’s comfort. It was such a sweet aspect of their relationship that Clover didn’t even mind the pain left behind by punishments, because at the end of the day, every single one had taught him a lesson.
“I can barely see your hole in this light. I might need to refresh my memory of how it looks later. What do you think, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy. Just tell me when, and I’ll be ready for you.” There was such a profound lightness in his head from obeying Tank’s commands. He’d spent most of his life fending for himself, avoiding predators, avoiding older men for the precise reason that he was afraid they would use him. Afraid of their strength despite being excited by it. But he was safe with Tank, and that made him free to agree to anything his man wanted.
The big hand kneading his buttock pushed a mewl out of Clover’s lips, and he reached back to stroke the thick forearms. Tank wasn’t the hairiest guy Clover had ever met, but the dark strands were a prominent feature on his arms and stomach. Short and thick, they announced to Clover he was dealing with someone older than himself. Someone with more experience. Someone who would take on all responsibility just so that Clover could relinquish it.
He wasn’t ready for the drizzle of cold lube, but Tank wasn’t in the business of warming it up when there was so little time to spare. And then, instead of a probing finger, Tank’s cockhead slid into the pool of slick goo, rubbing it along Clover’s crack.
“I’m ready now. Hope you’re too boy, because they can come back at any moment,” Tank whispered, pushing him down with one hand.
Clover spread his thighs as much as his lowered jeans allowed. Tank’s cock would be a tight fit, but he wasn’t afraid. He wanted Tank on top, sliding that thick cock in and out of him at a pace that made breathing impossible.
“Yes, I’ll milk you, Daddy,” he whispered, cheeks on fire.
“Love you like this,” Tank murmured, biting down on Clover’s ear as his dick demanded entrance. “Pliant, hot for me, and without a word of complaint.”
Clover shivered and clenched his fingers around Daddy’s hand when Tank thrust with his hips, breaching the sphincter with a low moan. He loved Tank’s cock. Cut, with a pronounced head, it was a thing of beauty, and looked even longer thanks to the fact that Tank trimmed.
“You okay, boy? My cock not too much for you?”
Clover caught desperate breaths as Tank sank into his throbbing ass. “No, it’s perfect, Daddy.”
Tank rocked into him, settling his weight on top. “Good, because I can’t have you screaming in here, so close to the police station. Understand, boy? You need to bite your tongue no matter how greedy you are for my dick.”
Clover whimpered in reply, but then Tank put his massive hand over the bottom of Clover’s face, silencing him with ease.
“Good boy. Taking all of my cock. Your ass feels so good. Clench on my dick, boy.”
The thick rod pulsed inside Clover and made him brainless, but even in moments like this he would follow orders and squeezed Tank’s cock with his ass.