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“Say my name,” he demands.
“A-Andr—” I’m cut off by another hard twist to my nipple, and Andrew leans forward so he’s directly over me.
“No. Say my name. Who am I?”
My pussy tightens reflexively around his finger as realization dawns. “Daddy. You’re Daddy, and I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are,” he says before he slams his mouth down on mine, kissing me deeply, like I hold the air he needs to breathe. As he pulls back, he locks eyes with me again and says, “Now let Daddy take care of you, but remember, you have to be quiet.” He reaches over and taps his phone just before he drops to his knees and presses his face to my folds, devouring me like a man starved.
I’m overwhelmed, drowning in an onslaught of sensations. My body feels drawn tight, and Andrew doesn’t give me a moment’s reprieve as he works me over. It feels like he’s everywhere, mouth and hands and tongue devouring every inch of my body. It’s too much. Too much and not enough. I’m dancing on the precipice, but no matter how badly I want it, I can’t reach that peak to tip over. Something’s missing, but I don’t know what.
Once again, Andrew leans over me. He licks a stripe up my neck, then whispers in my ear, “Let go, angel. Come for Daddy.”
It’s like a pressure release switch, and my body detonates in wave after wave of ecstasy. My vision whites out, and I feel more than hear the scream that erupts from my throat, leaving it raw. Sobs rack my body as the sensations continue to course through me. I don’t know how long I’m lost before I slowly regain my senses. It’s only then that I realize Andrew is standing between my thighs, working his shaft with rough, fast strokes of his fist. Another wave of pleasure washes over me as I watch, and moments later, he comes on my stomach, marking me with his hot seed.
It pools in the valley beneath my ribs, and I’m not sure what comes over me, but I dip a finger into it, collecting the warm fluid, then slide it into my mouth. His taste bursts on my tongue,salty and tangy, but not unpleasant. I look up to meet Andrew’s dark gaze and follow his movements with my eyes as he swipes his thumb through the cum cooling on my skin and presses it to my mouth, replacing my finger with his own. I tighten my lips around it and suck his thumb clean. He presses it against my tongue until I open my mouth, showing him that I swallowed everything he gave me.
“Good girl,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I wonder if he can taste his cum on mine. The thought arouses me again, and I open my mouth to ask, but I’m interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Shit, I’d forgotten all about the call. I start to panic as I realize I was anything but quiet.
Andrew strokes his hand over my hair in a soothing gesture, and says, “Don’t worry. I hung up on him before you really got going. As fun as it is to push your limits, the sounds of your pleasure are for my ears only.”
My flush deepens at his words, and I move to sit up, but he presses a hand to the center of my chest, holding me still as he uses tissues from the box on his desk to clean the rest of his release from my body. I’m almost sad to see it go. The idea of spending the day with something of Andrew’s on my skin sends desire humming through me.
After tossing the tissues in the trash, Andrew sits back in his seat, his jeans still open and his now soft cock visible. He pulls me in to his lap and wraps his arms around me, guiding me to tuck my head into the curve of his neck. I inhale deeply, comforted by the now familiar scent of his cologne.
I’m not sure how long we sit there before I feel Andrew’s cock harden beneath me. I wiggle against it, and Andrew groans.
“Careful, angel. You’ll get me going again.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I say.
He chuckles and pulls back to look down at me. “Insatiable, are you?” I’d be embarrassed if the look in his eyes wasn’t a mix of affection and arousal. For him, I am insatiable, and I think the feeling is mutual. Except…
“Why haven’t we had sex?” I blurt out without thinking. Embarrassed, I press my face into his neck again, hoping he’ll ignore the question but knowing he won’t. If there is one thing that can be said about Andrew, it’s that he listens intently to everything I say. I’ve never felt so seen or so heard until I met him.
“I think most people would say what we just did qualifies as sex, sweetheart,” he says, amusement lacing his words.
“No, I know,” I mumble. “Just ignore me.”
“Not possible. I’ll never ignore you, angel. Now tell me what you meant.” I shake my head against him, refusing to meet his gaze. “Holly.”
The firmness of his tone has me finally looking up, and I answer, still without looking at him. “I just…I thought maybe we’d have gone all the way by now. You know, that you’d…come inside me.”
His heavy cock pulses beneath me at my words, and Andrew’s arms tighten around me.
“I wasn’t sure if that was something you want,” he answers slowly. “I know we met at a virginity auction, but you didn’t know what you were really doing when you walked out on that stage. I don’t want to pressure you into something you aren’t ready for.”
Finally, I meet his gaze, wanting him to read the sincerity in my eyes as I say, “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to be my first. I’m ready, as long as it’s you, Daddy.”
For the first time since we met, Andrew seems lost for words as he lets out an unsteady breath. He stares into my eyes for a long moment before answering.
“I want that too, baby girl.”
Chapter Seven
Andrew
The smell of something baking and the sound of Holly’s voice pull me from my office. Shaking off the haze induced by the last two hours of tedious conference calls, I head down the hall, stopping in my tracks when I’m met by a riot of color in the living room. It looks like a Christmas shop threw up all over the space, and I glance toward the kitchen to see the island covered with trays of cooling sugar cookies shaped like what I think are Christmas trees and stockings. Where did all of this come from?
