Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,67
I even realized it. It didn’t matter that it burned a little without lube, I couldn’t help it. I did want him to be in charge, but my ass just wanted him in it, and getting this small taste was more than I could handle without chasing it.
But as soon as I moved, he pulled his finger out, tightening his grip on my cock to hold me still. “Be good,” he said firmly, making me whine even more, because… because...
“Trying,” I panted, burying my face in his pillow again. “Want to.”
“I know, baby,” he said, finally starting to stroke my dick. “And you know how you can be good for me right now? Spread your legs. Do it for Daddy.”
They already were, but I spread them wider. Anything he wanted. Everything he wanted. But—
“You can do better than that,” he said, tugging on my cock like it was a handle. “I know you can, Jordan. I’ve seen how flexible you are. Can you still do the splits?”
He wanted to fuck me in a full split?
“Yes, Daddy.”
He groaned, giving my cock a couple of rough strokes and then letting go of it.
“Do it, baby,” he rasped. “Be good and spread as wide as you can for me. Move down here to the edge of the bed.”
Where my legs would be spread out along the edge of it, giving him full access to my ass if he stood behind me.
Good thing he had a king-sized bed.
And fuck… fuck fuck fuck. I couldn’t wait. Wanted to shout “fuck yes, fucking anything for you” as I moved where he wanted me, except I really was trying to be good, so I kept the F-bombs to myself.
Not quite sure why that language shit mattered so much to him, but if he wanted it then I wanted it, because I was just… fuck. I was gone for him. And yeah, it was probably dumb to buy into all his Daddy talk when we’d only been doing, uh, whatever it was we were doing, for such a short time—I mean, if you didn’t add on the time ever since Andy had been crushing on me back in high school, which he’d pretty fucking obviously never gotten over, thank fuck, if he was fixated on seeing me in the splits like I’d done in so many of our old cheer routines—but... shit. I had. Bought into it, I mean. All of it. Daddy being in charge and taking care of me and making me want to do anything, everything, whatever he wanted just to hear him say I was good for him again.
Maybe it would come back and bite me in the ass later for being stupid about believing him so hard, falling for him so fast, but the thing about Andy was that he was a hundred percent, all the damn time. Hadn’t ever wavered once, or disappeared on me, or let me down. He just kept up with that Daddy vibe of his, the so-fucking-into-me vibe, the I’m-in-control-so-you-don’t-have-to-worry-about-a-goddamn-thing-petal vibe, 24/7, from the first time we’d ever talked all the way through right fucking now.
So if I was going to be stupid? He was definitely the one—the only one—I wanted to be stupid like that for.
“Jesus, you’re gorgeous like this,” he said as I settled into the splits and leaned forward, pillowing my head on my arms and never fucking happier that I was religious about keeping up with fitness and personal grooming as right at this moment, what with Andy sounded so fucking into seeing me spread out like this for him. “Is this comfortable, baby?” he asked.
I grinned into my arms, arching my back and kind of loving how fucking hot for me he sounded right now.
“Be more comfortable if there was something in my ass,” I said, rolling my hips to get some friction on my cock and knowing damn well what that did to my glutes. And sure enough, Andy groaned, running his hands up my legs and reverently cupping my ass with both hands for a moment, then finally giving my hole some attention again.
Just… not the kind I’d been prepared for.
“Fuck,” I shouted, a spurt of precum pumping out of my cock when he slid his arms under my thighs, lifted them off the bed, and licked a hot, wet stripe from my balls, over my hole, right up to the base of my spine.
“Language,” he murmured before burying his face between my cheeks and shorting out my brain. Pressing the