Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,63

ass, marveling at the sheer perfection of having him trust me with this.

I almost didn’t want to spank him anymore. Wanted to preserve this perfect pink. Wanted to stip off the rest of his clothes and wrap him up in my arms. Wanted to feed him and care for him and God, yes, finally fuck him, too, the way he’d been begging for since the beginning.

But—

“More,” he begged, twisting a little on my lap as he pushed his ass against my roaming hands. “Please. I don’t… don’t want it to go away.”

I squeezed a handful of pure male perfection. “Don’t want what to go away, baby?”

I definitely wasn’t going anywhere.

He rocked on my lap, hard cock rubbing against my legs as his answer dripped out like slow molasses. “The... buzz. The ache. The feel of it… ’s not enough yet, Daddy. Don’t want to… to lose it. Lost it too fast last time. Please make me feel it. Make me feel more. Don’t stop. Don’t ever want you to stop.”

He was saying everything I most wanted to hear, giving him to me in a way that exceeded any fantasy I’d ever had of him, but there was no doubt this was real. I could smell the musky, mouthwatering tang of his precum. Feel the heat radiating off his skin. Hold him against me, flex my thighs under the weight of his solid, muscular body.

Touch him. God, I wanted to touch him forever.

I spread his cheeks, running my thumb down his smooth, hairless crack and pressing the tip of it against his gorgeous little pucker.

“If I spank you too hard, sweetheart, it’s going to hurt when I fuck you later,” I murmured, not wanting to deny him anything, but also needing him to enjoy it the first time I took him that way.

“Sugar,” he hissed, his ass flexing hard enough to make two deep dimples appear as he rolled his hips and rubbed his pucker against my thumb. Then, with a hint of that sexy smirk of his back in his voice, “Language, Daddy.”

I grinned, tapping his hole and then exercising every last ounce of my restraint as I rubbed it without pushing inside, then held him open and slapped it with my fingers, spanking it until it trembled. “Daddies... have... different... rules,” I told him which each smack.

“Yeah, fudge, God, Yes, ’mkay,” he panted. “Long as… as you’re the one making them. You’re in charge. Anything, Daddy. Just… please. More. Keep… keep spanking me.”

Jesus, he was perfect.

“This beautiful ass of yours will be red and raw and sore if we keep going,” I warned him, rubbing his hole again, the hidden flesh around it now flushed bright pink. “And that might be too much, baby, because I am going to stuff it full when we’re done.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he slurred. “Do it. Need it.”

“And I need to be inside you,” I said, my self control starting to slip as he begged me for it. “But once I get there, baby, I’m going to go deep, and I’m going to go hard, and I don’t want taking my cock to hurt you just because your ass is too sore from my hand. I want it to be good for you, baby.”

“Will be,” he panted. “Spank me, then top me, Daddy. Please. Need to be yours.”

“You are,” I said, squeezing his ass to remind him of that.

He hissed, then humped against my lap. “Yessssssssss, Daddy.”

“But if I keep spanking you—” I started.

“I’ll hurt for you,” he cut in, his head hanging low. “You make hurting feel good.” And then, almost too quiet to hear, “You make everything good.”

“Jordan,” I said, my heart in my throat. “It’s because it’s so easy with you, baby. You’re my good boy.”

He shook his head, and I let my hand crack into him hard enough to make his body jerk against me, legs flailing.

“Fuuuuuuudggge,” he hissed.

“You’re my good boy,” I repeated. “You’re incredible, petal.”

“I threw your fork,” he mumbled, pushing his ass back up for more.

I grinned. “Well, you can also be a brat.”

“Then d it, Daddy. Spank me some more,” he begged, thrusting against me. “Make me be better. Want to be good for you. Don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Language,” I said, landing another hard smack.

“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh,” he said, drawing the word out into a moan. “See? I need it. Please, Daddy. Spank me and make me good again.”

He already was, and my mission in life would be to get him to see that, but now?