He unzipped his pants with a vicious jerk, dragged the zipper down until the fabric gave way. His c**k slapped against his stomach the moment it broke free. A thick, veiny column soaked with precum. The tip flushed red, the slit already weeping more.
“f**k me…”
He wrapped a hand around the base.
Tight.
His knuckles whitened instantly.
His c**k jerked in his palm like it had been waiting for this.
He spat into the other hand. Warm. Wet. Filthy.
Rubbed it over the head, watched the mixture of spit and precum drip down the sides. Thick. Slick. Perfect.
Then he started stroking.
Slow at first. Long pulls. Fingers squeezing just enough to hurt. He leaned his head back against the seat, lips parted, breath catching on every pass of his palm.
“f*****g little wolf…”
His voice was raw. H
