Her Dominant Dragon
I growled out between kisses, stroking his cock at a languid pace.
“Damn it, Marcus. I’ll beg you, please just fuck me.” Smiling against his skin, I rolled my hip and Sin let out a moan, his head falling to my shoulder. He brought his hand up to my cheek, stroking my skin.
“Sin,” I said, turning my cheek into his palm. I worked my fist faster over his cock and thrust up into him. “You know not to call me daddy.”
“I know,” He whimpered, working himself against me, “You just give me the angry daddy vibes and I can’t help myself.”