Chapter 2
Daniel’s POV
Johnson’s words hung in the steamy air between us, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered that it was okay to want this just for tonight.
My hand was still pressed against his solid chest, feeling every beat of his heart under my palm while his thick c**k stood heavy and hard, brushing against my thigh through my jeans.
I could feel the heat radiating off it, the slick wetness from his stroking leaving a faint smear on my clothes.
My own d**k throbbed painfully in my pants, betraying every word I had just said about liking p***y.
What the f**k is wrong with me? I thought. Mike’s dad is right here, naked, and I can’t stop looking at that monster c**k.
“You’re shaking, kid,” Johnson said in that low, calm voice, his fingers still tracing slow lines
