8: Gareth.

I lean against the front bumper of the truck and wait while she runs back inside. A minute later, she jogs back out and I almost swallow my tongue over the way her tits jiggle around in her white tank top. Dear lord, how am I going to make it through this game? I make matters worse by boosting her up into the truck, dragging the nylon seatbelt down the center of her rack and locking her into place. "Thanks," she says, sounding a little winded.

And those nipples pop up into little peaks, right there in front of my eyes.

The proof that I've turned her on gives me the push I need to slide my palm between the leather seat and her pussy, rubbing the top of her slit with the heel of my hand, squeezing her warmth until she whimpers. "Thanks, who?"

"Thanks, Daddy," she says in a rush.

I lean in and speak against her soft mouth. "Going to get you pregnant as fuck tonight."

Her head falls back on the seat. "Yes. But...but you said we have to spend time together first, so my body will trust your