The rest of the drive is spent with him caressing my leg when he’s not shifting while I try to keep quiet and not cum. When I can’t keep my hands off him any longer, I slide my fingers up his forearm, brushing over all his tattoos. Everything about him is so damn powerful. He’s all hard, sculpted lines and raw masculinity. He screams alpha male, and I’m more than ready to submit to this gorgeous, older man.

When we pull into the campground, I’m torn between never wanting this moment to end and being more than ready for it to end so we can move on to other things,...