Daddy Crush - Adriana Anders Page 0,24
ears prick up even further. “Tell me.”
“I had to…” She swallows, and that second or two of delay makes me absolutely wild. “Touch myself. Because of you.” There’s accusation in her tone. It lights me up in ways I couldn’t begin to understand.
“Shit.”
She snuffles.
“Go ahead. Tell me about what you did.”
“Oh, I… Can you… Would you say the thing first?”
“The thing?”
“The corrupting thing. The one that will ruin me. I want to be debauched, Karl. I want you to do it.”
I let out a choked laugh. Who’s corrupting who here?
But fuck it. She wants it. Who am I to baby her? She’s already got over-protective parents. I’m just the guy next door.
Then again, I’m feeling mighty over-protective toward her, or at least possessive. “I’m bossy, Jerusha. Okay? Should never have brought this up, ’cause I’m bossy and pushy and…hell, I’m also a bit of an asshole.”
“No you’re not.”
“Especially in bed. And probably on the phone, if I let it happen that way.”
“I don’t…” She stops for a second or two, like she’s trying to figure out what I’m saying. “I don’t know what that means. Or looks like or—”
“It means, if I do this the way I’d do it with…” Another woman? Hell, no. This one. “If I do this my way, it won’t be pretty.”
“That’s the version I want.”
Fine. “Good, then stop talking right now,” I say, voice low and gruff and mean as hell. My cock’s on board with the shift in tone. “And listen to me.”
“Yes,” she says; a whisper that I wish I could see on her lips, read in her eyes.
“Good.” I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke it, hard.
“Wait.”
I take my hand off.
“You like to be in charge, but I led, that first time. The kiss on my porch.”
“Yeah.” I snort. “Don’t get used to it.” My hand’s already back to its stroking. “I’m touching myself. Thinking of you. You got your hand between your legs?”
“No.”
“Do it.”
Her breathing changes, goes choppy and weird as a long, raspy, moan comes through the phone.
“Wait. Hold on. What are you wearing?”
“My nightshirt.”
I picture that worn out little thing and jerk myself again. “Panties?”
“No.”
“Good. Touch yourself.” After a few seconds, I go on. “Just remember, what I like isn’t what everyone wants, okay? It’s me. Not you. If you’re not comfortable, let me know.”
Maybe I’ll go too far and she’ll end this thing. I’m almost relieved at the idea.
“What about you, Karl? What do you have on?” Of course she turns the tables on me.
Shaking my head, I reply. “Nothing. Just my hand on my erection, you in my brain.”
She releases a harsh exhale. Almost a laugh. “Feels like I’m diving into the deep end with you.”
“You are. Hell, I like a little confrontation with my sex. Some push and pull.” I’m stroking myself fast and hard, wondering how dark I’ll get before she folds. “I want to decide what happens. Got that?”
“Oh…” She exhales in fits and starts, like maybe her body’s moving to a quick rhythm, too.
I shut my eyes, picturing her hand under a blanket her tits jostling with each move.
What I can’t figure out is why she won’t shut this down. I lower my voice. “Got it, Jerusha?”
She whimpers. “Yes. You’re the boss. Yes.”
“Good.” I almost groan at the sounds she makes. “Now say my name.”
“Karl.”
“Good. Again.”
“Karl,” she moans long and low and lost, just the way I’ve imagined.
Like a switch flipping, I’m no longer trying to push her away. Hell, I want this. More than that. I need it.
“Yeah.” I give myself a few good pulls, enough to squeeze a drop of precum from the tip. It makes my hand glide easier. “Dammit. I want to say dirty shit to you.”
“Yes. Yes, do it. Say filthy things.”
“You asked for it.” It’s a warning, an accusation. “I keep thinking about that pussy of yours, Jerusha. About how tight it’ll be. How swollen and pink.”
I listen through a series of high whimpers and go on, already half-addicted to the sound of her. “Fuck, I wanna taste it; all that wetness you’ve got for me.” Now it’s my turn to groan. “I smelled you, tonight, you know? Did you do that on purpose, huh? Come to the door with no panties on?”
“No. No, I—”
“You sure? ’Cause I liked that little nightie. I liked the way it hid you, but gave me access.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Oh you meant it. Waiting up for me like a—” I clamp up, shut my mouth and eyes, and hold my