Tank held Kayla in his arms as he bounced her under the water.

Kayla's head was thrown back, mouth parted in pleasure as she took every inch of him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. This is exactly what she wanted—to have sex on the road with Tank, creating memories in every state they stopped in. The warm water cascaded down her back, soaking the curls that framed her face and trailed down to the dip of her spine. Her hair was so damn beautiful, and Tank couldn't keep his hands out of it, gripping the back of her head, keeping her in place as he filled her over and over.

"I love you, Daddy," Kayla smirked, her eyes still shut as she moaned, knowing damn well how much he loved hearing her call him that.

Tank smirked right back, his grip tightening on her thick thighs as he thrust deeper. "I can't wait for you to make me a daddy," he groaned, his voice thick with need.

"I will," Kayla moaned, her hands running up his chest before locking around his neck. "I'll give you as many babies as you want. You just gotta keep filling me with your seed 'til it latches on."

Kayla knew exactly what to say to get him going, to make him possessive, to make him obsessed. His rhythm deepened, his strokes deliberate and strong, making sure she felt every inch of him.

"You gonna fuck me even harder on the bed in the rig?" Kayla moaned, her lips brushing against his ear as she clenched around him.

Tank let out a deep groan. "You want that?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, biting her lip. "I want you to fuck me hard on the bed in the rig in each state we stop in... and I want you to fuck me in every shower too."

Tank let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he bounced her harder, his back pressed against the cool tile wall. "I done turned you out, huh?"

Kayla gasped, nodding frantically. "You sure did. And ain't no turning back." She dug her nails into his scalp as she moaned louder. "Now fill me with your seed."

Tank growled, his grip bruising her hips as he bottomed out, making her cry out. "Fuck, Kayla," he gritted through clenched teeth.

"Ugh, your dick is so damn big, so wide," she moaned, her voice high-pitched as she shuddered in his arms. "I love how it stretches me."

Her words kept getting nastier, and it was messing with Tank's head. He was barely holding on, gripping her ass as he took them both over the edge, filling her up like she begged him to.

Kayla clung to him, her body trembling from the intensity. Tank pressed kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, his breathing uneven as the water continued to pour over them.

"You got me addicted," he muttered, holding her tight.

Kayla giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Good."

Tank smirked against her lips. "You better rest up, 'cause we got plenty more states to go."

Kayla bit her lip, eyes full of mischief. "And plenty more showers to fuck in."

Tank shook his head, chuckling. "Damn right."

Tank smirked as he let Kayla down onto her feet, his hands lingering on her waist before he finally let go. She was something else—talking all that shit while he had her bouncing in the air, and now she was looking at him like she didn't just make his dick even harder with that little confession.

Kayla reached for the shampoo bottle, squeezing a good amount into her palm before working it through her thick curls. The rich lather coated her strands as she massaged her scalp, eyes closed under the warm spray. Tank watched her, arms folded as he leaned against the tiled wall, still coming down from what they'd just done. He liked seeing her like this—bare, vulnerable, trusting him completely.

"You really serious about that?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Kayla tilted her head slightly, rinsing the suds from her hair as she peeked one eye open. "Serious about what?" she teased, though she knew damn well what he was talking about.

Tank stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her slick body against his. His erection pressed against her stomach, hard and ready again. "'Bout wanting me to fuck you in the rig soon as we get out this shower," he murmured in her ear.

A slow smile spread across Kayla's lips as she reached back, rinsing the last of the shampoo from her curls before locking eyes with him. "Yes," she said, her voice sweet but firm. "And I want you to take me from the back... put me on my knees and give it to me how you like it."

Tank let out a low groan, his grip tightening on her hips. "Damn, girl," he muttered, running his hands down the small of her back to cup her ass. "You tryna get me to lose my damn mind."

Kayla giggled, biting her lip. "Then lose it."

Tank smirked, shaking his head. "Oh, I will." He gave her ass a firm smack, making her yelp before stepping back to grab the body wash. "Now hurry up and finish washin' up. You done started somethin', and I'ma finish it soon as we hit that rig."

Kayla's stomach flipped with sensation as she quickly reached for the conditioner, her body already tingling from the sex they just had and at the thought of what was coming next.

Kayla hurried to smooth the conditioner through her curls, her fingers working quickly as the excitement built in her stomach. She could feel Tank's eyes on her, that intense gaze that always made her knees weak. His hunger for her was undeniable, and she loved it.

Tank lathered his body with slow, deliberate strokes, his gaze never leaving her. "Hurry up, lil' bit," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. "You got me ready to fuck you senseless in the rig."

Kayla bit her lip, rinsing the conditioner from her hair before reaching for the loofah to scrub her body. "I'm coming," she teased.

Tank smirked. "Damn right, you are."

She laughed, shaking her head as she quickly finished up. She barely had time to grab her towel before Tank was pulling her out of the shower, his large hands gripping her waist as he wrapped her in one of the fluffy towels.

"You done talked all that shit," Tank murmured, his lips brushing against her wet shoulder as he rubbed the towel over her curves. "You better be ready for what's comin'."

Kayla shivered from the heat of his touch, her body already aching for him again. She turned in his arms, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck. "I don't talk shit," she challenged softly. "I say exactly what I want. And I want you to put me on my knees in that rig and take me from the back."

Tank exhaled sharply, his grip on her tightening. "You somethin' else, girl," he muttered, shaking his head as a slow smirk spread across his lips. "Let's go."

Kayla barely had time to slip into one of Tank's oversized T-shirts and her sweats before he was grabbing their bags and leading her back out to the truck. The night air was cool against her damp skin, but the heat between them made it damn near unnoticeable.

The moment they climbed into the rig, Tank locked the doors, cover the windows, and pulled the curtains shut. Kayla had barely set her bag down before he was on her, spinning her around and pressing her front against the mattress.

"You ready for this?" Tank murmured, his hands sliding under the T-shirt, pushing her sweats down, and gripping her hips possessively.

Kayla arched her back, tilting her head to the side to meet his gaze. "Are you going to talk about it or are you going to show me?" she teased.

Tank groaned, shaking his head. "You done fucked up now, lil' bit."

Tank didn't waste no time. The moment Kayla spread her legs for him, he gripped her hips and sank inside her, groaning at how tight and wet she was.

"Shit," he muttered, rolling his hips slow, letting her feel every inch. "You stay so damn wet for me."

Kayla let out a breathy moan, gripping the sheets beneath her. "Because I love this dick," she admitted shamelessly, pushing back against him, needing more.

Tank chuckled darkly, his hands smoothing over her ass before gripping it roughly. "Yeah? You love how I stretch you out?"

"Yes, daddy," Kayla moaned, arching her back deeper, pressing her face into the mattress as she took every inch of him. "I love it. I love it so much."

Tank cursed under his breath, gripping her waist tighter before pulling out halfway and slamming back in, making her gasp. "You wanted it like this, huh?" he grunted, setting a punishing rhythm. "You want me to fuck you just like this?"

"Yes," Kayla cried, her body jolting with each deep thrust. She had been craving this, craving him, and now she was drowning in the pleasure of it. "Harder, daddy. Don't hold back."

Tank growled low in his throat before slapping her ass, making her yelp before moaning at the sting. He loved the way her body responded to him, how she wasn't afraid to tell him exactly what she wanted.

"You so damn greedy," he muttered, watching himself disappear inside her over and over. "Taking all this dick like you was made for it."

"I was," Kayla whimpered, her legs shaking as she felt her climax building. "I was made for you."

Tank groaned, reaching around to rub her clit, making her jerk against him. "Say it again."

"I was made for you, daddy," Kayla moaned, her body tightening around him. "Only you."

That was all it took. Tank's grip on her hips turned bruising as he pounded into her, his breath ragged as he chased his release. "Fuck, Kayla," he groaned, his head falling back as pleasure took over.

Kayla's body trembled as she came hard, her moans muffled by the mattress. Tank followed right behind her, grinding deep as he emptied himself inside her.

For a moment, they just laid there, breathless, bodies tangled together.

Tank chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. "Every state we stop in, huh?"

Kayla smiled lazily, turning her head to the side to look at him. "Every single one," she confirmed.

Tank smirked. "You gon' be walkin' funny by the time we get back home, lil' bit."

Kayla giggled, stretching her sore limbs. "Worth it."

Tank shook his head, pulling her into his arms, letting their bodies settle against each other as exhaustion started to creep in. Tank held her close in the bed, kissing her forehead as he thought over what just happened. He couldn't help but be obsessed and possessive. He didn't want anyone taking her from him. He had never felt so warm, happy, or loved in a relationship before, and even though they were both young, he knew she was it for him.

Kayla accepted him completely—never trying to correct the way he talked, never questioning what he did for a living, never making him feel like he had to change. She loved him as he was, and that meant more to him than anything. The fact that their sexual compatibility was off the charts, that was just the cherry on top.

Tank stroked Kayla's bare back, feeling her soft, warm skin under his fingertips. She was so damn beautiful, lying there tangled up in him, her breath slow and steady as she started dozing off. But Tank was still wide awake, his mind racing.

He thought about how much he loved her. How much he needed her. How much he wasn't willing to let her go.

Kayla shifted slightly, pressing closer into his chest. "Mmm, you okay, baby?" she murmured sleepily.

Tank kissed her temple. "Yeah, just thinkin'," he admitted.

Kayla tilted her head up, peering at him through heavy lids. "About what?"

Tank exhaled, his big hand cupping her cheek. "You," he said simply. "Us. The fact that I don't want nobody else but you."

Kayla's lips curled into a soft smile. "I don't want nobody else either, Tank."

That did something to him. The possessiveness that always simmered beneath the surface threatened to bubble over. He tilted her chin up and kissed her slow and deep, pouring every ounce of emotion into it.

When they pulled apart, Kayla sighed, resting her forehead against his. "You're not going to leave me, right?" she whispered.

Tank frowned. "What? Hell no, lil' bit. You mine. Ain't nobody takin' you from me." His voice was deep, serious. "You stuck with me."

Kayla giggled softly. "Good. 'Cause I like bein' stuck with you."

Tank pulled her tighter against him, their bodies fitting together like they were made for each other. He didn't know what the future held, but one thing was for damn sure—Kayla wasn't going nowhere. Not if he had anything to do with it