Dan
I didn't even get a full breath in after Sky screamed "daddy" like the word was being ripped out of his soul. My hips were already moving again hard, deep, the kind of snap that made his whole body jolt against the wall every time I bottomed out. He was so wet it was obscene, slick everywhere, running down my balls, making every slide loud and filthy. And yeah, I should've been thinking about the hunters, the cold, the fact that we were basically fugitives in a shack that smelled like mold , but all I could think was how fucking good he felt clamped around me, how his thighs were shaking like they might give out any second.
"Harder, you piece of shit," he snarled, nails digging into my shoulders so deep I knew I'd have crescent marks for days. "You gonna fuck me or just stand there pretending you're good at this?"
I laughed because I couldn't help it, even while I was balls-deep in him. "Jesus, Sky, you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
