Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,34

this a hookup from the get-to, and I was fine with that… as a starting point. But no way was I going to let him think I was only interested in sex when what I really wanted was so much more. So, yes, I wanted his mouth on me, kind of desperately, but...

“I don’t need you to—” I started to say, then sucked in a sharp breath and saw stars when he suddenly palmed me through my pants, a sexy, well-practiced-looking smirk appearing on his face and chasing away all the soft, dazed bliss I’d put there.

“Sure you don’t, dude,” he said. “But isn’t that why I came? And don’t even try to tell me you don’t want me to.”

He squeezed my throbbing cock, thumb rubbing against the head, and my hips bucked up without my permission. “Shit.”

His smirk grew into a full-blown grin. “Language, Daddy,” he said with a wink.

Oh God. Yes, dammit. I definitely wanted him to. Blow me. Touch me. Anything. But… but there was something I wanted more. Something that might not have to stay the impossible dream I’d always thought it was, not anymore.

I already knew what happened when I got “too intense” on a guy, though, and confessing that I’d spent years thinking Jordan was The One probably qualified. So… yeah. Definitely not the time to admit that while getting each other off might have been why he’d come over, it wasn’t the reason I’d wanted him to.

At least, not the only reason.

Before, I’d thought I wanted to be his Daddy, but now I knew I did. But not just in the bedroom, and not just for one night.

I wanted it permanently.

God, I really was too intense… for most guys. For Jordan, though? I might be fooling myself, but I thought he could handle it. No, I thought he might need it. Thrive on it. Really, truly let himself go if and only if he realized that I was all in, too.

We were perfect for each other… now I just had to ease him into the idea.

I covered his hand with mine, bucking into his grip again, just for a second, because Jesus, so good… but then I got control of myself and pulled his hand off me, because I needed it, but what I needed even more was for him to know that being his Daddy meant more to me than just how hot it was between us.

“You don’t need to worry about me tonight, baby,” I said, making his eyes go wide. “This is about you.”

… which just made them go even wider.

Shoot. I wanted him to sink back into that afterglow and just let me keep taking care of him. I wanted to get off, but not when he was acting like he owed it to me for getting him off. I wanted some relief, but not if it was going to make him think it was the only thing I wanted.

But all I’d managed was to make him look like he was panicking again.

Jordan licked his lips nervously, then his face relaxed back into that sexy smirk that I was entirely sure he used to cover up his real feelings. “Dude, leaving you hanging?” he said. “That would be a dick move. I can’t just—”

“You can,” I interrupted, correcting him. “Because I’m telling you to, and we already agreed that Daddy’s in charge, right?”

His mouth snapped closed, the panic flaring in his eyes again. Then he swallowed. “Yeah, but… we already, uh… isn’t it...” His voice faded away, and for a split second, a desperate, yearning want was back in his eyes. But then, like a shutter closing, it disappeared. “Fine,” he said, shrugging. “Your loss.”

“No, just a raincheck,” I said, grabbing his arm when he tried to turn away. I pulled him closer, running a finger over the lips I’d been dreaming of for years. “Next time, this mouth is mine, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, then his skin flushed pink and he pulled away. “I mean, uh, sorry. Language, right?” He smirked, then scrubbed a hand over his face and looked away. “But yeah, just hit me up whenever you want it, Andy. It’s been fun.”

Dammit. I was definitely messing this up. He wanted more, too. I could tell. But he obviously wasn’t ready to admit it, at least not when he wasn’t hard and panting with need.

But at the same time, he didn’t need to.

I’d already seen how beautifully it unraveled him to let me take charge. I’d heard