Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,32

have, like my brain-to-mouth connection was running slow or something. “Really… warm.”

“I can tell,” Andy said, sounding like he was smiling. “So now that you’re all warmed up, let’s get started.”

“Started?” I repeated, my head feeling weirdly floaty while my ass and thighs and cock all buzzed with an aching need for something more.

Every time Andy spoke, his voice rolled over me like the tide, making it hard to concentrate on what he was saying when all I wanted to do was let go and just drown in it. Let Daddy be in charge for real. Just go with this weird-ass hookup and trust him to give me what I needed because…

Fuck, because it felt like he’d already been doing that, even though none of what I’d thought I’d be getting tonight had happened so far.

“That’s right, I’m going to spank you for real now, petal,” Andy said in that confident, oh-so-fucking-calm, stroke-my-dick-with-his-voice way he had of just stating shit like it was already decided. Informing me of how it was going to be so I didn’t have to worry about it. Making me forget that he was four years younger than me and not actually “Daddy.” That taking care of me like he kept saying was just some kinky role play to get off to, not… not what it sounded like.

Not real.

Andy shifted his legs, closing them tight around my aching cock again, and then ran his hand up my spine before bringing it back down to knead my ass a couple more times. “This isn’t punishment, baby. You’ve already taken your smacks for the bad sugar. This next part is just because you need it. You need someone to help you be good, and I want to be the one who gives that to you.”

He did. He was. Hadn’t I just been thinking that?

“You’re so hard, sweetheart. I want you to come when you need to, or tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

I whined, totally fucking shameless now with my head stuffed full of fuzzy cotton and my ass fucking yearning for him… but words? My brain-to-mouth connection was still too slow.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Jordan,” Andy whispered… and then he was spanking me. Holding me tight and heating up my ass and making me feel like I was his whole world. Raining down firm, steady smacks in a relentless, steady rhythm until I was making so many embarrassing sounds I forgot to care, couldn’t think at all, drifted into a blurry, buzzed state where there was nothing left to worry about because nothing else existed.

Until I bucked on his lap and my ass blazed with fire and my head emptied of everything and I finally shot all over the bed without even realizing I was about to come until it happened.

Until I did drown in it. In his voice. In his hands. In the fuzzy, floaty place I ended up once he stopped… a place I really would have loved to stay in, since coming out of it was only going to remind me that kinky role play wasn’t real life, and a hot as fuck, one-and-done hookup wasn’t going to miraculously turn someone who already had their shit together like Andy did into my own personal Scott.

Which was fine, since I didn’t even fucking want a Scott.

Because that would be stupid, right?

Fuck.

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Andy

I almost came when Jordan did. He was… Jesus. He was everything. Wrecked by my hand, totally lost in it, completely mine.

At least, for the moment.

I eased him off my lap and laid him out on the bed, a fierce wave of satisfaction hitting me at the way he just… let me. At his slow, languid movements and the beautifully dazed look of pure contentment on his face.

I’d put that look there, and now, despite my cock crying for attention, all I wanted to do was focus on keeping it there. Keep on taking care of him. Actually be the Daddy it had felt like I was, once he’d given in to me and let me take over.

God, I really was too intense… but Jordan wasn’t complaining.

He was perfect.

“Stay here, sweetheart,” I said, even though he looked too beautifully sated and boneless to do anything else.

He hummed something that I took for agreement, eyes closed and cheeks still flushed. That pouty, delectable mouth of his faintly curved up in a smile that made my heart swell… it was all I could do to leave the bed, even though it would just be for