“Don’t you start too,” he warns. “I would never. But out of curiosity, would you rather I call you Daddy or cutie pie?” I squeal as Henry seizes my hips and pulls me onto his lap, tucking my legs together against his hip. He grips the back of my head and pulls me into a hard kiss before whispering against my lips, “Which one would you rather be screaming tonight when I’m fucking you?” Beneath me, I feel him getting hard.
