Page 40 of Master Daddy

He turns to me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Or… we could have another kind of workout right here.”

My cock twitches instantly. “You serious?”

Instead of answering, Luke climbs over the console into my lap, straddling me. His mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is hungry, urgent…

Hands roam and spread like wildfire. Clothes get shoved aside rather than removed—his sweatpants and briefs yanked down just enough, my jeans opened and shoved low on my hips.

Luke grabs a stick of gel from the drinks console and applies it to my cock before reaching under and plunging his fingers into his ass too.

“Fuck, who are you?” I say, a wolf-like smile of pure horniness on my face as I watch Luke pleasure and prepare himself.

My boy then sinks down onto me in one slick motion, both of us groaning at the tight, perfect fit. This time it’s hard and fast. No slow build. Just raw need.

I grip Luke’s hips, guiding him as he rides me, the truck rocking slightly with every thrust. The windows fog up fast. His upper body looks immense as he bounces, his nipples perfectly pink as I pull his t-shirt up and devour his body with my hands. To Luke’s delight, I lean forward and suck on his nipples hard, one at a time.

“Fuck, baby… yeah, just like that,” I growl against his skin as Luke works harder.

“Mmmmm, Daddy, your dick is just…” Luke groans. “It’s too good.”

Luke cums first, clenching around me with a sharp cry as he climaxes. I follow right after, burying myself deep and filling him as pleasure slams through me. We stay locked together afterward, panting, foreheads pressed together.

Eventually I reach for my phone. “Better call Kaleb before someone drives by and sees us like this.”

Kaleb answers on the second ring, laughing his ass off when I explain. “On my way, Romeo. Try not to fog up the windows too bad.”

We get dressed, still laughing and stealing kisses.

Once we’re decent, I pull Luke out of the truck and we walk to the edge of the pull-off. The view is stunning—morning sun sparkling on the lake, the waterfall roaring in the distance, mist rising into the blue sky.

I wrap my arms around the boy from behind, chin resting on top of his head. “Not how I planned our morning, but I’m not complaining.”

He leans back into me. “Best workout detour ever.”

We stand like that, soaking in the view and each other.

The future still has questions—the rig, the wellness center, Patrick—but right now, with Luke warm in my arms and the mountains watching over us, everything feels possible.

And to top it all off, I’ve just had the hottest truck sex a Daddy could wish for!

* * *

Kaleb’s truck comes rumbling down the forest road about twenty minutes later, diesel can strapped securely in the bed.

I’m leaning against the side of my own truck with Luke tucked under my arm, both of us still a little flushed and grinning like idiots.

The windows of my cab are still fogged up in telltale patches. I try to act casual, but the second Kaleb hops out with that shit-eating grin on his face, I know I’m busted...

“Morning, you two,” Kaleb calls, grabbing the can like it weighs nothing. “Nice day for a scenic breakdown.”

“Appreciate the rescue,” I grunt, stepping forward to help him pour the diesel into the tank. I keep my body between him and the passenger side, hoping the lingering fog on the glass isn’t too obvious.

Kaleb glances past me anyway, eyes flicking to Luke—who’s suddenly very interested in the waterfall view—and then back to me. Kaleb’s eyebrows shoot up and he sniffs the air like a bloodhound, then looks at the clearly steamed-up windows again.

“Workout go well?” Kaleb asks, voice dripping with fake innocence.

I clear my throat, focusing hard on the diesel stream. “Yeah. Good… cardio.”

Luke makes a tiny choking sound behind me, turning it into a cough. Kaleb barks out a laugh and claps me on the shoulder hard enough to make me stagger.