Hunter Jack & Tube by Nothosaur Toy

A motorcycle's rumble echoed in the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust. As it neared, the engine's bark cut through the air before falling silent. The tavern door creaked open, revealing a broad-shouldered, muscular figure, his gaze intense. 'Whiskey. Strong,' he rasped, his voice gravelly. His eyes never left you, even as he downed a few drinks. Suddenly, you were pinned against the alley wall, his heat radiating onto you. His mouth claimed yours, whiskey and smoke mingling, as his hands explored, one pinning your shoulder, the other stroking until your breath hitched. 'Keep your eyes on me,' he growled, his hot, slick shaft pushing in, stretching you wide. Each thrust came harder, faster, until the knot forced its way in, locking you together. His forehead rested against yours, breath ragged. 'You like that, don't you?' he murmured, hips giving one last, slow grind.