The road widens ahead. Thank f**k. I roll to a stop and lift my hips. “All right. Take it out.”
She jacks my c**k slowly. Her small hand barely fits around it.
I put the truck in park and grip her hair. If we do this, we do this my way. “I want your mouth on me.”
“Okay, Daddy.” It’s so twisted that she calls me that, but my wolf f*****g loves it. He wants to take care of her, protect her, show her what it means to be her daddy—in the dominant boyfriend sense, not the fatherly sense.
She dives forward, swallowing my c**k in her hot mouth. Just the right amount of pressure, tongue lolling. It’s perfect, but I want to see how far she’ll let me go, how she responds to the dominant side of me.
I tug her hair and pull her off. “Lick up and down.”
“Yes, Daddy-o,” she breathes. Okay, that’s
