As soon as he opens the door to his truck, he tosses the bag into the cab,
then pulls me close. We’re hidden by the open door as he presses my back against the high seat. He holds my head in place as he kisses me.
His tongue is hard and demanding and only causes me to get wetter.
I slip my hands under his shirt this time and move my palms up over his hot skin. Then I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer.
His erection digs into my abdomen as we kiss. His hands work fast, tugging up the back of my skirt, then pushing my panties down until they fall to my ankles.
“I want to f**k you right now,” he whispers.
“Please, Daddy. f**k me.”
“Caralee,” he groans. “I can resist it when you beg.”
“I’ll do anything for you if you just f**k me. Please, Daddy.”
“You’ll do anything for me,
