Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,44

and then unleashing that shit on him like a damn tsunami. Going full hoover on him until his eyes finally glazed over and his hands were fisted in my hair again and he practically curled over me, panting like a demon and spilling out a hundred variations of that you’re-so-perfect-for-me bullshit that felt even better than making him curse again, even if I knew it was all just hot sex talk, fueled by his cock.

And then he finally went off. Dick pulsing hard in my mouth and hot, salty cum filling the back of my throat. Jet after jet of it as I kept sucking him through it. Swallowed it down. Felt it spill out of the corners of my mouth and humped the fucking air as my own cock ached for relief.

I fully fucking ignored it, too busy being a greedy-ass bitch as I slurped down everything Andy gave me and then worked him over to try and get some more.

I’d never really been sure what to do with my life given that I fucked so much of it up, but now? This was my new calling. Hearing Andy gasp out my name like that. Choking on his cum. Staying right where he wanted me until he was done with me, then feeling like I was going to shake apart when he finally finished and pulled me to my feet.

“Jordan...” he said, still breathing hard. “Jesus.”

Was I ever going to get tired of hearing him say my name like that?

Spoiler: no.

Andy pulled off his shirt and used it to clean up my face, then dropped it, pulled me against him, and kissed the ever-loving shit out of me until I couldn't breathe all over again.

Holy fuck, how had I gone three days without him kissing me?

“My cum tastes good on you, petal,” he finally whispered against my lips, working one hand between us. Slipping it into my pants. Giving me that slow, sexy version of his smile again as he wrapped it around my cock. “Thank you for saving this for me.”

He ran his thumb over my slit and I bucked into his hand, my own hands still locked behind me because he’d never told me to stop.

“Fu-udge,” I gasped, remembering the language thing at the last possible second. “Fudging please, get me off.”

“I love it when you remember to be good for me,” he said, tightening his fist around my cock and dragging it up in a maddeningly slow stroke that had me whining, my head dropping onto his shoulder as I panted for breath and thrust into his hand. “But you know what I love even more?”

I shook my head, not lifting it, just rocking it side to side against his shoulder.

“I love giving you what you need,” he said, finally starting to stroke me for real. Not slow and teasing, not playing anymore, just jerking my cock tight and fast and perfect, like somehow he already knew what it took to get me there. “I love how beautifully you let me do that for you. Take care of you. Figure you out. Give you this. And I love how gorgeous you are as you come apart, how you let yourself go for me, trust me to get you there, become all mine whenever I put my hands on you…”

He kept one arm wrapped tight around my waist, angling his body to the side so there was room between us for his hand to fly over my dick and whispering more of that dirty sweetness in my ear as he scraped his teeth down the side of my neck and twisted his palm over the head of my cock and fuck fuck fuck fuck—

“That’s it,” he whispered, right in my ear. “So perfect. You’re right there for me, aren't you, sweetheart?"

Yes. Yesyesyesandyes. All the motherfucking yeses. But I still needed—

"Now come, baby.”

That.

I spilled over his hand like my dick was hardwired to his voice, shooting so hard, so fast, that I saw stars and then floated away among them, my whole body breaking apart as I came just like he'd told me told me to… and fuck if I ever wanted to get put back together again.

I mean, not unless Andy wanted to take care of that, too.

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Andy

I wiped the sweat off my forehead, then leaned over and braced my hands on my knees to try to catch my breath as soon as I reached my porch.

“Taking up jogging now, Andrew?” Mrs. Benson from next door asked,