I rubbed him through his jeans, circling my thumb over his cockhead. “Let me take your dick out,” I said, my voice the husky one now. “Let me be good for you, like you said, Daddy.”
“That’s really what you want right now?” Andy asked, growing even thicker under my hand.
“Yeah,” I said, saliva pooling in my mouth. I swallowed. “Please… Daddy.”
Shit, I couldn't stop dropping the D-word now, not with the way it made his eyes flare so hot every time.
He cupped my jaw, tilting my head up and running his thumb over my lips. “You know I’ll still need you to tell me what happened. Why you disappeared on me.”
I shook my head. Not interested. So... fuck. Why did my mouth open up without my permission and tell him anyway?
“I want it too bad.”
“I know, baby,” Andy said, giving me one of those smiles that made all this Daddy shit feel too damn real. “But you don’t need to worry about that. I’ve got you.”
He pulled my chin down to open my mouth wider and used his other hand to push my head back in toward his cock, and oh fuck. I knew he thought that’s what I’d meant, that I wanted hiscocktoo badly—which fuck yeah, I definitely did—but guess there was a needy, fucked-up part of my brain that I hadn’t known was even in there before, because I wanted him to mean those words a different way. I wanted tobelieveit, to slip right back into that head space I’d been in when he’d spanked me, all hazy and floaty and turned the fuck on, but also a hundred percent sure that letting myself go like that was fine because, like Andy had said just said, he had me.
“Keep your mouth open for me, petal,” he said, guiding it to his bulge again. Moving my head how he wanted it. Using me like a sex toy to start stroking himself off, right through his jeans.
The denim rasped against my tongue, drying it out as he ran my mouth up and down the hard length of his cock, but fuck if I cared, not when I could feel him pulsing against my tongue. Not when it felt so fucking good to know hewantedthis, wanted my mouth after he’d turned it down before, wanted me back after I’d ghosted him.
I flexed my tongue against him and he groaned, hands tightening on my head.
“Yeah. Just like that. Feels so good, baby. You look incredible down on your knees for me like this.”
It felt like exactly where I belonged, but fuck if I was going to say something like that out loud and sound like a needy bitch in heat… not that I could have anyway, since he was one hundred percent in control of my mouth and was currently keeping it busy. Thrusting against my face. Holding me tightly enough to keep me there. Making me fuckingdesperateto actually taste the real thing as the salty tang of his precum soaked through the denim and I did my damndest to suck every drop of it right back out. And when all that suction action I was giving him made another one of those quiet, low-vibration groans of his spill from his lips, it just spurred me on. I wanted to make it as good as I could for him. I wanted him as desperate for my mouth as I was for him to use it. I wanted him to… fuck. I wanted him to tell me I was good for him again.
I kept my mouth hot and wet and wide, relaxing into his grip so he could slide my face up and down the hard ridge of his cock the way he needed, show me what he liked, use me however he wanted to… except this wasAndy, so somehow him using me to get himself off still felt like he was actually giving me whatIwanted. And Andy’s version of giving me what I wanted always seemed to be showing me something I hadn’t even known I wanted, not until he decided I needed it. Case in point? I’d thought I just wanted to suck him off tonight—and I didn’t know what the fuckthisactually was, other than hot—but leave it to Andy to take something as simple as a blow job and turn it into something… more. Something new. Somethingbetter.
Every time his fingers tensed against my skull, every hot-ass sound that gusted out of his mouth as he stroked himself off against my tongue, every murmured “so good, baby” and “just like that” and “I love your mouth” that he dropped, sent me closer and closer to that fuzzy high I’d found with him last time, and I didn’t even realize I was moaning for him until he called me on it.
“That’s right, petal,” he said, the deep bass of his voice thrumming down my spine and settling in my balls, making me suddenly feel desperate for some relief of my own. “Daddy knows what you need, but you’re going to have to be good for me if you want me to take my dick out and can taste the real thing, baby.” He pushed me off and tipped my chin up so I had to look at him, rubbing his thumb over my lips. “Can you do that?”
“Yeah,” I said, swallowing a few times to get some moisture back in my mouth. I ground the heel of my hand down on my dick. “I’ll do anything you want.”
He smiled. “Then no touching yourself.”
“Yeah,” I said again, since saying yes to him was kind of my default now. But then, “Wait, what?”
Had he seriously just told me not to touch my cock? Because, uh… pretty sure that was going to be impossible. I’d gone commando today since I was a little behind on laundry, and just being on my knees for him like this already had me hard enough that the feel of my cock bobbing against the silky material of my track pants was making me a little crazy.
I wasn’t stroking myself yet, but fuck if I could make myself let go of my dick when it was already throbbing in my hand.
Okay, maybe I was stroking a little, actually.
Andy gave my hair a sharp tug. “Hands off.”
“Sh—sugar,” I gasped, doing it. But fuck, that Daddy’s-in-charge voice of his instantly made me evenmoredesperate, my cock throbbing even harder. “I can’t… Andy, fu—Ineedto.”
He smiled, petting my hair. “But you won’t, because you need to be good for me even more, don’t you, baby?”
“Shit,” I whispered, closing my eyes. I really did. It was addicting.
“Language,” he said softly, running his fingers through my hair again. “And I love seeing how hard this is making you, petal, but I want you to save doing something about that for me.”
“’Kay,” I managed, dragging my eyes back open as some of that cottony feel started to seep into my brain... maybe a sign of blood flow leaving it? Because pretty sureallof that was in my cock now. “I can, uh… yeah,” I said, swallowing as I looked up at him. “I can do that. For you.”
Andy’s eyes were locked onto me, full of a possessive satisfaction that made the need in my gut coil even tighter.
