#that's dada

shane 'i'm too old for you' maguire who doesn't actually care about the age gap.

when a pretty little thing like you approaches him at the bar, batting your eyelashes, laughing a little too hard at his shitty jokes, and your skirt so short he can almost make out the little white panties you're wearing, how could he bring himself to care about right and wrong?

it's the thrill he cares about. he likes turning down your obvious flirting and then hearing you whining about how you don't care, or that your not even that young, tugging at the sleeve on his bicep and pouting. he'd like to see those lips wrapped around his cock.

"m'old enough to be your daddy', sweetheart" he drawls, taking a long sip from his budweiser. that only spurs you on, and he knows it.

but he is a man after all, can't hold back for long when you're all over him, small hands wrapped around his arm and nails digging into his skin, taking sips of his beer, clearly not caring about the near two decade age difference and the judgmental stares of people around the two of you. he just can't help himself.

he decides the only right thing to do is to coax you into his old pickup truck. though, he doesn't have to say much in order to convince you to leave with him. eager little thing, he calls you.

you're chatting his ear off nearly the whole ride. like a little fly buzzing around him, and he can't get enough of it. "y'always talk this much?" he rasps, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting heavy on your bare thigh, his thumb rubbing little circles.

you giggle at that, "no," you take his hand in yours, playing with his big fingers. "you're just special" you grin up at him, and he shakes his head, huffing a small laugh.

"yeah? m'special?" he snakes his hand up to cup your chin with his big, warm hand, taking his eyes away from the road for a second to glance at you. his thumb rests against the plush of your bottom lip. you nod slightly, your smile faltering a bit as you feel his thumb slipping into your mouth, the salty pad of his finger resting against your tongue. you welcome it eagerly, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on his digit.

"fuck, sweet girl..." he groans lowly, glancing between you and the dark road, not sure where to place his attention.

after sucking enough to leave the both of you needy, you abandon his fingers entirely and lean down to kiss his bulge, his cock straining painfully against his jeans. "shit, baby this ain't right..." he mutters, fully knowing he has no intentions of stopping you.

"you're too young, y'know that? but you don't mind, do ya?" he feels you shake your head, resting your cheek against his clothed dick and looking up at him with heart eyes. "yeah, knew it from the second you walked up t'me" he shakes his head, chuckling lowly and running his fingers through your hair, palm resting on the side of your head like you're something precious, something innocent he can corrupt.

"you gotta thing for old men, hm?" you smile at that, the look on your face being an answer enough. you move to unbuckle his jeans, fumbling with the cold metal of his belt.

the second you get his flushed, leaking cock free, you're quick to give his pretty pink tip a few kitten licks, looking up at him to gauge his reaction, thirsting for his sweet talking.

"fuuuck," his grip on the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles go white. his jaw nearly goes slack as you sick his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue. "there ya' go, such a good girl" he praises, making your cunt clench around nothing. you squeeze your thighs together, whimpering around his cock.

you slowly work him into your mouth, but shane's an impatient man. tears brim your eyes when he bucks into your mouth suddenly, burying himself to the hilt. you slap his thigh when he forces himself down your throat, his hand gripping your hair. he chuckles at your weak protests. he knows you don't really want him to let up, he knows you must like being used like this with the way you're squirming on the leather of the bench seat.

he feels his balls tighten up with each bob of your head, the tears falling down your cheeks and glistening in the moonlight don't help him hold back either. he's trying his best to focus on the road, but that all goes to shit the second you fondle his sack, his iron grip in your hair pulling your head back as he cums.

he lets a loud groan slip from his lips as he shoots hot, white, sticky release in globs all over your face, swerving the truck just enough to make you squeal. "shit- sorry sweet girl" he pants, looking down to see his cum on your face. yeah, he seems real sorry. his dick springs right back up at that sight, and he moves to pull over the car. who knew a pretty little bird like you would be so easy to get into his hands?

"this ain't right..." he tells himself once again as he puts the truck in park and climbs over you. of course, he could never let a sweet thing like you go to waste.

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Wdym his touch is so warm and tender that when he says bye in the morning it makes your cunt puffy all day until it hurts?

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