Daddy Crush - Adriana Anders Page 0,25

breath for a count of ten. No way am I calling her names, no matter what I warned. No matter what my inner asshole’s begging for.

“Like what?” she asks, sounding eager and breathless.

“Like a…” I scour my brain for something that won’t make this feel wrong. “A dirty girl, waiting for me wet and ready.”

“I am. I mean, I want to be. Your dirty girl. Yours, Karl.” I drop my phone and fumble it back up to my ear.

“Shit, Jerusha, you’re…” Good at this, I almost say, but that would pull her out of the moment, make her self-conscious, which is the last thing I want. I catch my breath, do my best to control the need racing from my brain to my cock and back. “Dirty. Just for me. Nobody else gets this.” I’m losing it, going way too far, too fast. Almost believing half the shit I say. Almost believing she’s mine.

Her Yes eggs me on and, though I know better, I let it all out. “That little snatch in the open, soaking wet, smelling like sex after you touched yourself. D’you come thinking about me? Huh? D’you rub yourself raw? Cream on your hand, imagining me as your—” Daddy.

I pull back, grunting with effort. What the fuck? This isn’t somewhere my brain’s gone before and though, hell, I’d be into it, I can’t imagine she would.

Time to put a stop to this. I swallow back the filth trying to make its way from my mouth.

“My what?” she whispers, all high and breathy. “What were you going to say?”

I clear my throat. “What do you think?”

“I think…” She swallows, like she’s parched. Or hungry. Or gagging for what I have to give her. “I don’t know.”

“Right. That’s…that’s fine.” I give my shaft a tight, quelling squeeze. “Okay. Let’s, uh… You doing okay? How do you feel?”

“I feel empty.”

My erection pulses. My mouth takes off without me. “Yeah. You need me.”

“Yes.”

“Say it,” I bite out through clamped teeth.

“I need you…inside me.” She gasps. “Karl.”

“Yeah.” The image blasts through me—her open and waiting on all fours, pink cunt glistening for me. Just me. I’d grip her hips, steadying her. Push in. That first press of my cockhead, almost painful in its intensity. “You’ve never taken a cock. Never felt what it’s like.”

“No. No… Will it hurt?”

“I’ll make it good.”

“How?”

I almost lose myself in the endless possibilities. Her sweet, plush body’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “I’ll eat your pussy. Lick it, suck you till you scream.”

She says something incomprehensible. About to lose it, I’d bet.

“Put me on speaker.”

“Mm?”

“Speaker. I want to hear everything.”

“Everything?”

“Your hands, your pussy. How soaking wet you are.”

“Oh… O-okay.”

I do the same and put the phone down, almost laughing at the cramp in my hand.

I spit in my palm and, because I want her to know just how lewd I can get, I tell her. “I’m using saliva…as lube.” I run one slick fist from my crown to the bottom of my cock, grabbing my balls with the other. Every move is exaggerated, every noise magnified for her listening pleasure. “Do it.”

“What?”

“Spit. In your hand.”

When she does, the sound has me picturing things—her face over my dick, my hand in her hair. Her little tongue, all over me, lapping me up. Sucking me deep. Would she do that?

Talk about corruption. Would I let her? What is it about this woman that makes me want to take things too far?

“Use it to touch yourself. Make it so easy.”

A groan slices from my phone, straight through the air and into my lungs. I have the irrational desire to jump out of bed and race over there.

That urge ramps things up, pushes me further. “I’ve been rock-hard for hours, Jerusha. Since you pranced into my restaurant, all smiley and fresh.” On a date with another man. I growl. “Now I’m picturing you with that pussy out, just waiting for me. Did you wait up for me tonight ’cause you wanted me to fuck you? Hm? D’you text me so I’d come over and make you come again?”

“Y-yes.” Filthy, wet sounds. “Yes, Karl.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, working myself fast and hard. “Dirty girl.”

“I…I am.”

“What?” I slow, barely able to focus through the haze of want, the need to come.

“I’m a dirty girl. A…oh, God, I’m a s-slut. Your dirty little slut.”

Holy hell, where did that come from?

“Good,” I grit out. “Now stuff a finger into your tight hole.”

“Into my…my…”

“Do it. Put a finger in your cunt, Jerusha. I want to hear