Mylo blinks confusedly, his brain unable to comprehend the possibility of that, "How?"
"How else, pretty? You sit on my lap, it is safer for all of us."
"But…?" Mylo's innocent brain is still unable to pick up on the Alpha's hidden intentions.
Ryker shakes his head, his eyes glowering with amusement as he looks at Royce, "Pervert," He drops the car key in Royce's palm.
"What do you say, pretty? Do we do this my way?"
Mylo snatches the car key from him and walks away.
Royce smirks, his eye glinting with joy, it even strikes down his cock and it begins throbbing.
However, in a few minutes, Royce is driving slowly on the asphalt with Mylo on his lap, turning the steering wheel excitedly.
"Pretty, no, you have to keep your hands steady on the wheels. You don't have to turn left or right, just keep… Yes, that is right."
Mylo nods attentively, feeling very giddy.
