Page 15 of My Young Alpha Daddy

No fear.

Making the car do exactly whathewants it to do…

‘You’re a great driver Daddy,’ I say, excited but nervous about what we’ll be doing back at Rafa’s place. ‘This is a bit different to my Mini Cooper.’

‘That’s a cute car, boy,’ Rafa chuckles, both hands on the wheel and with a laser focus on the streets ahead. ‘Maybe you can take me out in it someday.’

I smile.

Rafa might be the definition of machismo energy, but he’s got a soft side too. I can tell that there’s more to him than meets the eye. So many young guys have the testosterone but don’t have the kinder, more nurturing side to them.

But Rafa’s got it all – or at least Ithinkhe does.

‘Are we nearly there yet?’ I say, my excitement piquing as Rafa begins to slow the car down quickly but still totally in control of its powerful engine and sensitive steering.

‘I’ll give you three guesses, boy,’ Rafa replies, turning the car down a ramp and into an underground carpark. ‘Actually… scratch that. I’ll give you one guess. Get it wrong and I’m warming those butt cheeks right here and now in the parking lot.’

Part of my wants to get it wrong on purpose.

I want to feel Rafa’s hand crashing down on my naked, wobbly cheeks.

Being spanked in a dark, underground parking lot sounds like it might be fun – but I want to be a good boy and impress Rafa.

‘I think we’re here,’ I giggle.

‘There’s one thing before we go up to my place,’ Rafa says, a look of desire in his eyes as he parks the car and shuts the monstrously powerful engine off. ‘The ride here was free of charge. But I do think it’s polite to tip…’

Rafa turns the car’s engine off and suddenly there’s silence.

A dimly lit underground car park and I’m sitting next to a young Daddy in his supremely powerful automobile.

This is hot.

And I think Daddy wants something from me too.

‘Ummmm,’ I say, my heart thumping in my chest, not sure whether I need to make the first move or not.

I can tell by the look on Rafa’s face that he’s got plans for me.

And I don’t have to wait too long to find out exactly what Rafa wants to do. With a flick of his wrist, Rafa unzips himself and his rock-hard cock springs up out of his pants.

It’s thick, long, and a bit scary too.

‘Lick it,’ Rafa says, a growl in his low voice as he fixes his eye on me. ‘I want you to lick it from the base all the way to the tip. And you’ll keep doing it until I command you otherwise. Got it, boy?’

‘G-g-g-g-got it… Daddy,’ I say, my cock hard as concrete inside my pants.

This is like something I fantasize about before bedtime. Or at work. Or pretty much anywhere.

The feeling of being stuck in a snug sportscar with a pure specimen of hunky masculinity like Rafa is ticking all my boxes.

Part of me just wants to stare at Rafa’s twitching, throbbing cock.

But Daddy wants more than admiring glances.

My young Daddy has given me a task to complete and I’m going to do it to the best of my ability.

I stick my wet tongue out and move my head in nice and close.

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