Yes, Alpha Daddy
He squeezes my nipples, pinching them just enough to make me gasp, and he’s groaning, hard against my belly his thigh presses between mine and rubs.
“We don’t have to…” I begin, just to be sure. “I mean, if it’s weird, Spencer, we don’t have to… I just thought… for fun…”
His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them in weeks. His smirk was dirty enough to make my tummy tickle.
“Call me Daddy,” he says, and opens the door.
“Please, pleasure me, Daddy!” I meowed.