#andy barber reader

After that little show we put out, I never had to worry about any of them even thinking about touching her again. They knew better. And I knew that she was perfect for me.

Which is why I wasn’t scared to tell her what I found out the night before.

“W-What happened?” She managed to ask despite my focused sucking on her sweet spot at the crook of her neck, and the way my fingers meticulously explored her insides.

“I had to fuck Laurie last night.” I felt her entire body freeze, despite her best efforts to pretend not to be affected. But I knew her too well, and my chuckle denounced just that.

“You know I have to give it to her at least once in a while, baby. She *is my wife, after all.” At the reminder - and a swipe of my thumb over her clit that sent her mewling, she finally nodded, muscles relaxing once again as she allowed me to continue my story.

“Anyway, because you’ve got me fucking obsessed with this pussy…” I bent her over my desk, delighting myself at her little giggles as I worked on getting rid of my pants to shove myself inside of her. “I haven’t been able to cum with her without thinking about you. Not since we met.”

The moan she released upon feeling my cock stretching her tight cunt always got to me, making me hiss at the feeling. “That’s right. So it was really only a matter of time until it happened…” 

I knew she’d tense up again, confusion taking over her mind, that would jump to the worst conclusions, so I worked on pulling her against my chest by her hair, nuzzling the shell of her ear from behind.

“I screamed your name as I came inside of her, sweetheart. And you know how jealous she’s always been of you…” I reminded her, rubbing her clit with my free hand. “There was no way she’d forget your name… I thought she would slap me, I thought that scam of a marriage would be finally over. But you know what happened?”

She shook her head as best as she could, considering the grip I had of her hair, and so I continued, “She clenched so fucking hard, angel. For once, that old, used cunt of hers felt tight again. Of course, nowhere near as tight as this one I’m fucking now… But at least fuckable.”

I shoved her against the wood once more, loving how she moaned in pleasure at the pain, unlike my wife, who had to be treated like a fucking porcelain doll.

“I couldn’t believe it,” I kept going. “There it was, the one thing that could make Laurie interesting in my mind…She was clearly into the fact that I’d been thinking about you while I was balls deep inside of her.”

“So I thought… Better take advantage of that fact.” She moaned even more loudly as I sped up my movements, both of my member and thumb that still played with her. “So you know what I did?” I questioned, waiting for her tentative ‘nu-uh’ just to hear how wrecked she was.

“I told her all about us.” I felt as the shock got to her. Her cunt clenched around me - much like my wife’s had - and she came for the first time that morning, right as I was just starting to warm up. “I told her about how I’ve been fucking the virginal little intern, ever since she first started. I told her about all the times she called me and you had my cock inside your mouth, or even the time she came here and I’d just emptied myself inside of your pussy.”

Her nails were gripping the wood but the sound didn’t feel grating. If anything, it just added to the fire inside my belly, the arousal from the situation getting to me more and more after each second.

“All that suspicion, all that jealousy… And for what? She couldn’t stop her worst nightmare from happening anyway,” I mocked. “I already had a taste of your pussy and she had to hear it from my own lips as I fucked her, learn how I’d never let you go. How I’d never stop fucking you for her.”

Bottoming out inside of her, I held myself there as I came, huffing in delight at the feeling of filling her up. We were both panting as I tried to catch my breath before I turned her around and sat her on the desk where I worked every day, loving how it always smelled like her after I’d fucked her on it.

“So now, I want her to watch it, baby.” That was my master plan. That was what I was hoping to achieve by fucking my lover dumb as I told her about the incident, my cock unable to soften at the possibility of my biggest dream coming true.

“I want to hurt her. I want her to see how you’re the only one for me.” I only had to nuzzle her neck for a few seconds before I felt her hand curling around my nape.

“Let’s do it.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

“Take off your clothes, sweetheart.” I bit down on my lip as I watched her do as he said, slowly undressing herself with her eyes focused on my husband as every inch of perfect skin became exposed to him.

Oh, to be that young again.

How could I ever really compete? Her breasts were perkier, her skin, smoother. She was very clearly eager to please him, and I had no doubt she’d do whatever it took to get the biggest mobster in the country pussy-whipped for her.

I bet she even let him put it in her ass.

I was forced to watch her from a chair by the foot of the bed, not even allowed the decency to hide in the shadows by the corner of the room. Oh, no. They wanted me close. They wanted me *right there, seeing and hearing and *smelling everything, as my husband fucked his intern right on our marital bed.

He shoved her on the mattress as soon as she was naked, and I understood in the few seconds it took for him to climb on it behind her and slam his cock inside her cunt that I’d never be able to do what she did for him.

I’d never be able to take him like that: fast, rough, and animalistic. It was hypnotizing almost, the way his hips met her ass, how he pulled her back by her hair and didn’t stop even after she was crying.

I could see she didn’t want him to, anyway.

“Keep your fucking eyes open,” he growled in the millisecond my lids dropped and that was when I realized what I was doing. I was humping my own hand, having decided to sit on them earlier because I didn’t know what else to do, and when he noticed it too, he laughed. 

“Look at her,” he ordered her now, forcing her head towards my chair so she’d see my humiliation first hand. “See how pathetic she is? Getting off to another woman being fucked by her man?”

She nodded, although I could see some hesitancy in her features. I had no doubt that hesitancy would leave her in seconds, since the hazy cloud of arousal was taking over her eyes quickly - the same one that had been gradually filling my mind in order to prevent me from going insane.

“Tell her,” he incited. “Tell her how pathetic she is. She deserves to know. She deserves to hear it from the woman who has kept her husband happy when she failed to do so.”

A sob tore from my chest unexpectedly, right as her mouth fell open and her own eyes closed. It seemed as if my husband had reached that spot inside of her - the one he had never bothered to look for in me, and just as I thought I might get out of this alive, she opened her eyes, and I knew.

There was no hesitancy anymore.

“You’re pathetic,” she taunted. “You can’t keep him satisfied, so that’s my job from now on,” I was warned. “You can’t have his cock anymore. It’s mine.”

In the following weeks, I would quickly learn that was truly what my new reality would come to be.

“Oh, fuck,” Andy whispered once I had my lips wrapped around his member, and my head snapped up to meet his eyes, thinking I was finally doing something right, but he was staring at his phone. “Look what she just sent me.”

He forced the phone in front of me while I still had a mouth full of cock, and when I tried to pull away, he kept his hand on the back of my head.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked. “You stay right there and be a good cocksleeve. She’s visiting her parents this week so she allowed me to use you as I saw fit. It’s not the same as her holes, but you’ll have to do.”

I had to suck him off while he watched the video she sent, and once he came in my mouth, I thought I’d be free, but no. He didn’t even let me pull away to swallow.

“Here, watch this.” It was a video of one of their encounters, the camera showing the place where Andy and her were connected as he railed her. “It was so great to fuck her in the bathroom in the middle of our anniversary dinner… She looked so fucking sexy in this dress, don’t you think so?”

It was hard to fight off the tears with his cum seeping from my lips while I still tried to keep them pressed tightly around his member, so I stopped struggling against it and just gave into it.

“There you go…” He preened as he recognized the submission in my eyes. “You know she fucks me better than you ever could, honey. There’s no way you will ever measure up to her.”

Andy’s P.O.V.

“What do you want?” Perhaps most men would find that being interrupted mid-fuck by your phone was a turn-off, especially if it was your wife who was calling you. I was one of the fortunate few who didn’t feel like it. “I’m kinda busy.”

Having realized who it was that I was speaking to, Y/N’s moans just got louder, making me smirk as I heard Laurie’s sharp inhale of breath at the other end of the line.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, I guess… I guess I just wanted to…” More cream flooded from my lover’s cunt, and with a groan, I cut my wife off.

“Oh, God!” It was hard to pay attention to anything else when there was such a delicious pussy to fuck, but when that thing was your annoying, prude wife, it was even harder to find two fucks to give about whatever it was that she had to say. “Shut the fuck up for a second, hm?” I ordered. “Listen to this.”

Lowering the phone to the place where Y/N and I were joined, I smirked as I knew the sounds of her sopping wet pussy would be easily captured by my wife at the other side of the line. 

“Go to sleep,” I commanded once I was tired of taunting her. “I’ll spend the night at her apartment.” I already knew that was what Laurie was calling to know, anyway. “I hope you dream about what I’ll be doing to her.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

I had hoped being his date to this work event would mean at least one night of make-believe. A confirmation that my role in his life still existed, even if it was but a title.

But I seemed to have gotten all of them wrong because the second we arrived, it was clear I wasn’t his date at all. While he paraded her around the room, introducing his secretary-turned-lover to some of the most powerful men in the city, I was forced to stand in the sidelines, feeling judged by even the trophy wives, since I knew I didn’t have a place with them anymore.

But it got even worse once the lights were dimmed and people started dancing.

It was like I wasn’t even there, and I was sure by now that he had forgotten all about me as he twirled her around the room, pressing kisses down her throat before he captured her lips on his and made out with her in front of everyone.

It should have been embarrassing to see a man his age behave in such a way. Lord knows I would have never let him go past a quick press of lips if I were the one in his arms, but as his fingers slipped underneath her dress, it made sense why she had replaced me so easily.

The burn of humiliation was delicious, as hard as it was for me to accept it. The more people stared, the wetter I got, and so I fought back against the urge to hide, forcing myself to stand tall as I watched my husband and his lover play with each other in the middle of a crowded room.

Andy’s P.O.V.

I groaned in dissatisfaction once I heard the knocks on my office door. “What?” I asked, not even bothering to lift my head to look at my wife as she slipped into the room to find me lapping up Y/N’s wetness. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

She fidgeted, changing her weight from one foot to the other while I kept on sucking my beloved’s little clit, relishing in the adorable moans she released, uncaring about Laurie’s presence in the room.

Oh, how far we’d come. Long gone were the days where my angel would complain about being this exposed, cry because of the guilt I was provoking in her. Now, she relished in the pleasure I gave her, even when my wife was around to witness it.

But she was still the sweetest angel I’d ever seen. The only one to tug at the hardened heartstrings I’d believed inexistent before she came around.

If Laurie was within listening distance, however… Y/N became uncaring and egoistical, completely focused on her pleasure and on me.

I was the happiest I’d ever been.

“… It’s important,” Laurie insisted, to which I groaned, at last lifting my head from my lover’s pussy and glancing up at my wife with a inquisitive look.

“Well, then… speak!” I nodded, letting her know she had at least a bit of my attention, but the light caught on the juices spread over Y/N’s lower half and I growled.

“I’m not gonna stop eating her cunt,” I warned, already leaning down to lick a stripe up her pussy lips again. “I’m fucking starving.”

It was much more rewarding to listen to my beloved’s moans as they floated freely in the room, but I tried to hear what Laurie had to say, I really did.

Was it really my fault she gave up and left the room without saying anything else?

Laurie’s P.O.V.

He never liked to eat my pussy.

I knew he thought I was shrewed and prudish, but no one had ever taught me about sex before I got married. And then, once it was time for our wedding night, he just assumed I would know what to do.

But I didn’t. It was obviously Andy did, though. And so I expected to feel something, *anything that would finally justify how lust-crazy my friends would act in the stories they’d tell me between wine glasses.

I wanted to have one of those. But the nerves got in my way that evening, and the tension wouldn’t leave my muscles. It hurt more than anything else, and I definitely didn’t get to cum.

But then again… he didn’t eat my pussy that evening, and none of the other times when he’d come home and actually bother to fulfill his marital duties.

But I understood. I probably didn’t taste as great as hers.

God, she looked incredible. I couldn’t remember the last time he touched me or even kissed me. He didn’t want to have sex with me anymore and it *hurt. He was always with her or talking about her or thinking of her and the deprivation was slowly making me desperate.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” I asked the first night he bothered to come home for the evening, even though he’d locked himself in his office the second he closed the entrance door behind him.

He didn’t even lift his head as I made my way into the office, obviously wanting to be noticed in my completely nude appearance, but at the same time sneaking in as if I was scared he’d suddenly yell at me, like a father does to a naughty kid who can’t take no for an answer.

“I’m working,” was all he said, never taking his eyes off of his computer, and the complete lack of enthusiasm shocked me, my hands falling at the sides of my body. All I had wanted was a little bit of his attention, but it didn’t seem like I was worthy of even that.

“I want you,” I forced myself to voice, perhaps believing somehow that he just hadn’t noticed my intentions. “C’mon, Andy…” Trying to be seductive, I approached him cautiously, hands rubbing up his arms as I pressed my breasts on his back. “I’ll let you do anything to me.”

I shouldn’t have even tried. My whispered words were thrown back at me as he mocked me, “I don’t want to do anything to you. Go to bed, Laurie.”

Tears in my eyes, I gathered what was left of my dignity and did as he said, slipping into the bed where he hadn’t laid in months, where I finally allowed myself to cry.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Oh, sorry…” Somewhere deep inside my mind, a part of me felt bad for Laurie. This was her house, after all - or at least, the one where she lived with her husband. And here was her husband, balls deep inside of me, fucking my pussy like he’d been doing for the last four hours while she shopped, right on the bed they used to share together.

Then again… it’d been four hours. I was too fucked out to care.

“Oh, good, you’re here.” Before either of us had the time to process Andy’s words, he’d pulled me by my hair so I’d look straight into his wife’s eyes where he stood, frozen on the threshold of their bedroom. “I want you to look into her eyes, Laurie. Look into her eyes as I cum inside of her. I want you to witness the moment I put my child inside of her.”

My knees buckled as I moaned at the harshness of it all, but Andy kept me up. My nails tore up the sheets of the bed, and still, he didn’t ease up. “I took her to the doctor earlier today,” he informed his wife - voice so casual, if it weren’t for the pants that interrupted his speech, no one would ever consider he’d been fucking me for the better part of the morning. “Took that lousy chip I paid to have it implanted in the first place.”

I saw the heartbreak in her eyes, the second she processed the information. I knew all about how Andy had told her time and time again he’d never have kids. It was something she had to give up in order to marry him - but what he didn’t mention was that he simply didn’t want them with *her.

I moaned when she started to scream, and he pounded me even harder the louder she got. The second her knees gave out and she fell to the floor, he came inside of me, cementing the new future he’d painted for the three of us.

Hissing as he pulled out of me, he barely paid any attention to the broken woman on the floor - the woman who was supposed to be his wife. Instead, he turned me around and spread my legs, a look of pride in his face as he saw the mess he left.

“If you’re so scared of her getting pregnant,” he spoke to her, “maybe you should eat my cum out of her.” I froze, uncertain as to my own feelings about his proposition, but in the end, I knew I’d just go with whatever Andy had in mind for us.

It was no accident that I fell in love with him. Part of me liked his cruelty, and I particularly loved that it was never used against me. So when he shoved Laurie’s head against my pussy, I just laid back and enjoyed the show.

“That’s right,” he teased, ever the torturer. “If you don’t want my mistress to get pregnant, you better eat my cum out of her.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

It didn’t work.

She got pregnant, and if I thought my life was terrible, it became a living nightmare. Just like that, it was like I didn’t even exist. She moved in and then she was everywhere all the time. I had to watch as life grew inside of her, and she took over my life.

It was like she never wore underwear, either - something that seemed to please my husband endlessly. After being kicked out of my bedroom, I’d be constantly woken up by the sounds of their frantic fucking, reminding me of what was my place in the house now.

Which is why you were worriedly looking out of the window towards the school with furrowed brows, when the bell rang, and Jacob still hadn’t shown up. Not that he wasn’t allowed to not show up, but it gave you a sense of unease. He had been through enough, already. You began baking another round of croissants, flour going everywhere, and you grumbled to yourself that this was not the day for wearing black boots, because they were slowly turning grey. Occupational hazard.

You were so concentrated, that you missed the bell chiming and the sound of shuffling feet, until a soft voice called out. “Hey, Y/N.” Your head whipped up to see Jacob stand in front of you. Your smile fell when you saw the busted lip and the blood flowing freely. “Sorry, I didn’t come in earlier.” “Don’t think about that, what happened to you?” you rushed to his side and sat him down in one of the chairs, quickly going to the open sign and flipping it. “Asshole at school.” He said with a shrug. “Isn’t the first time, won’t be the last.” You were seething. “Jake, you… Hang on, I’ll get you something to clean off with.” You rushed to the back, found a hand towel and wet it, handing it to him as soon as you came back and sat down in front of him. “Thanks.” “Jake, listen to me. Who was he, why did he do that, and do I need to kill him?” You asked seriously. He shook his head. “It’s the dickhead Spencer. He’s… Well, yeah. He’s that. I guess I sat in his chair. Or he thinks I’m gay. It could all of the things.” You pursed your lips. You might only be 25 years old, and you may have only known Jacob for six months, but you felt protective of him. “Call your dad. When’s the break?” He glanced at the clock. “In… Like two minutes.” He scrolled on his phone, stopping with a finger hovering over the call-button. “Why?” “I’m about to beat this bitch up.” You said firmly, dusting your fingers from flour. “You’re coming with me, point him out.” He called his dad as he stood up. “Uh, dad? So… I might get in trouble. Not like, that kind of trouble again, but like… Normal teen trouble? At school? You should get over here. Like…” He looked at you and swallowed. “I’m a little scared of Y/N. She’s about to rip a kid a new one for punching me. Anyway, bye!” he hung up. “Voicemail.”

You stalked to the school parking lot, hair whipping around your face in the wind, Jacob trailing after you, and he nodded to a red-headed, slightly plump kid, who was laughing with a group of other boys. You were ready to throw some fucking hands.

“YOU!” You marched over to him, while Jacob stood back, watching it unfold. “Who the hell do you think you are?” you began, the kid stumbling back a few paces and the verbal smack-down began.

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Andy hated voicemails like that. He hated that his first thought was not again, and he drove faster than he probably should’ve to reach the school in record time. When he pulled over, he saw Jacob standing, eyes locked on a woman, who was clearly angrily gesturing and speaking loudly to the asshole of a kid, Spencer, who looked like he was about to cry. Andy got out of the car quickly and almost jogged to Jacob’s side, clocking the busted lip. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked, taking Jacob’s face in his hands. “I’m fine dad, seriously.” He glanced at the woman again. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about, because Y/N seems to be doing a great job telling him off.” He pointed to her, and Andy frowned. “Wait, that’s Y/N?” “Yeah.” “I thought she was in your year!” He said, watching her poke Spencer in the chest with a finger. “Nah, she’s like… 25, but super cool. She plays DND and stuff. She’s like my mom friend.” “She’s a mom?” Andy could almost hear Jacob roll his eyes. “No, dad, a mom friend.” “Kid, I have no idea what that means.”

“If you ever even look at him again, I’ll wreck you faster than you can scream mommy.” Andy overheard the last of the conversation – or yelling – from Y/N, before she turned on her heels and walked straight to Jacob, cupping his face in her hands. The gesture made Andy’s stomach go into knots. “Listen to me, you’re getting free muffins for the rest of the year from even tolerating being in the same room as that fucking wombat.” You said, wiping your thumb across Jacob’s cheek. Andy was reeling. He watched Spencer run inside of the school and didn’t see her turn to him. “You’re Mr. Barber, I presume.” He was about to answer when he finally looked at her.

She was beautiful. He knew beauty when he saw it. Her hair was flowing around her face, her eyes were burning into him, and her lips, fucking hell, her lips made him feel dizzy. She radiated confidence. She was wearing a blue sundress, covered largely by a black apron that in turn, was covered in flour, and he had never in his life felt this attracted to a person before. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the tattoos littering her arms, and the one, that poked out from her collarbone to her shoulder, only interrupted by the strap of her dress made his heart thump heavily in his chest. “Barber, yes. I.. Am Andy.” He swallowed thickly and noticed Jacob grin like a Cheshire cat. “Well, Barber, Andy, prepare yourself to go to the principal’s office.” “Why, did you punch the kid?” He asked, honestly a little worried. She looked terrifying, despite her smaller stature and flour in her hair. She shook her head. “No, but I did accidentally say nobody messes with my kid and called the kid an asshole, that was tired of shitting, and that if he ever tried to touch my kid again, I’d rip his arms from his body and stuff them up his ass.” She turned her head to see the very angry face of the vice-principal. “Shit.” “Will you follow me, Mr. Barber, Miss?” She told him through tight lips. Y/N followed as well, clearly ready to face whatever wrath a principal had to dish out. Andy couldn’t stop looking at her, her entire aura was just confidence and care; he cleared his throat several times to get rid of the damned dry spot, that suddenly appeared at the same time as Y/N had cupped Jacob’s cheeks.

They both stepped into the office, and when she stood next to him, Andy realized just how short she was in comparison to him. He easily towered a head above her. “I don’t appreciate siblings telling students off, Mr. Barber.” He cocked an eyebrow at the principal. “Siblings?” he asked, slightly confused. The principal pointed at Y/N, who laughed. “Oh, no, I’m not related.” She winked at Andy. “Yet.” He spluttered. She turned back to the principal. “And someone has to tell them off, or nobody will. Seriously, do you not a have a zero-bullying policy in this hellhole?” Andy snickered under his breath.   “Miss, that’s very inappropriate…” “No, I’ll tell you what’s inappropriate.” Y/N cut the principal off. “That someone can punch another human being and face zero repercussions. Zero bullying, my ass, you’re literally enforcing the bullying by not acting. I have no respect for you or anything you have to say to me, as long as you allow that to happen in your school, Mrs.” Andy cleared his throat, when the principal opened her mouth to retort. “I agree. My son has done nothing” (well, he hoped) “to warrant this. Y/N did nothing more than stand up for my son, which is needed since the school decided not to.” “Mr. Barber, I can assure you…” “You can assure me of nothing.” He said with a smile. It was the same smile he wore when he delivered his final statements in court. “I refuse to be called in here for my son, when he’s the one bleeding. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Stevensen.” He turned on his heel and gestured for Y/N to follow him, leaving the principal absolutely dumbfounded.

“Am I in trouble?” Jacob asked in the second, they stepped outside. Andy shook his head and wrapped his arm around Jacob, pulling him close. “No, kiddo, you’re not.” “Tell you what, I’ll get you a few muffins to take back, okay?” Y/N said. “Come, I was going to close early anyway.” Jacob practically jumped out of Andy’s arms and ran after Y/N, talking animatedly with his hands as they walked. Andy furrowed his brows; he hadn’t seen Jacob like this in a while, and it warmed his heart a little. He quickly followed them into the bakery, and was immediately feeling comfortable – it smelled of chocolate and fresh bread, while the walls were covered in personal art (he noticed a few drawings from Jacob hung on the wall as well), and he sat down in the chair, that Jacob pointed him to.

“Jake, what will it be today? Walnut muffins, chocolate chip cookies, something dangerous or something unexpected?” She asked seriously. “I’ll cry if you give me anything with chili in it.” He answered with a grin. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I might be scary, but I’m not evil.” You winked at Andy, who almost choked on thin air. “Unexpected it is, huh?” You kept your eyes on Andy as you spoke, and he couldn’t help the small grin spread on his lips. “Yeah, unexpected is good.” Jacob answered, looking back and forth between Y/N and Andy, his eyes glowing with something Andy hadn’t seen in his son for a while: Hope.

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You’ve spent the majority of the car ride to your parents house in silence. Occasionally Andy would draw you into a short conversation but ultimately your nerves and hormones were doing a number on you mentally. “Relax, little angel.” Andy says from the driver's seat, turning onto a familiar street in the gated community. You sigh heavily when your parents house comes into view, it’s a perfect mix of showy and humble that screams intentional but none of the neighbors are likely ever to put that thought together.

You on the other hand know all your parents dirty secrets and how the holier than thou mask they show the world is hardly close to their true selves. Once upon a time they had you firmly under their thumb, but then you met Andy and now things are much different. The feeling of obligation to be seen at this holiday family dinner is replaced with a sense of dread. You already know that this night is going to go terribly wrong, it's just a matter of how long it’s going to take and how far Andy will take retribution if he feels disrespected.

Worry plagues you as the car comes to a stop. You can see from the cars in the driveway and on the street that it’s going to be a full house and it has your stomach flipping with anxiety. “We really don’t have to go inside, we can go home and I can make us a nice dinner—” You don’t finish your statement because unfortunately the car’s been spotted, and someone is crossing the yard. You curse under your breath, recognizing Cynthia (or as you call her, Cici), one of your nosier aunts coming to see who’s parked outside the house.

“Too late, looks like we’ve been spotted.” Andy says with a grin, turning off the vehicle before exiting. You huff in frustration, a hand resting on your stomach in an effort to self soothe before Andy comes around to the other side to open your door. You’re just starting to show at two months in, and thankfully your stomach is still able to be hidden easily under a black dress with enough flare to it that it’s still flattering but hides the small swell of your belly. Still you pull your coat around your body carefully when you let Andy help you out of his Audi. Immediately your aunt gasps, shocked to see you showing up with a man. She pulls you into a hug when she’s close enough, telling you how good you look, and casting a sideways glance to Andy before she returns her gaze to you.

“Do your parents know you brought a boyfriend?” Cici questions, arching a brow. You nod, they know, in fact they’re the ones that insisted you bring the man that you’ve been ‘shacking up’ with to meet the family. You suspect it’s just going to turn into an attempt to shame you into either breaking up with him or pressuring Andy to put a ring on your finger. “Mmm, well this should be interesting. Especially since that bitter ass Mary is here too, and in one of her sad synthetic wigs at that.” Cici informs you, and to your surprise Andy snorts in laughter beside you at her blunt read of your least favorite Aunt Mary. “Anyways, don’t be rude. Introduce me to this fine ass white boy you brought with you.”

Despite all your trepidation you can’t help but duck your head with a laugh. “This is Andy, Andy this is my Aunt Cici. Surprisingly enough she’s related to my mother.” Cici scoffs at that, and you try to suppress your smile at knowing that of your mother’s three sisters Cici is the one that likes her the least.

A sound from the porch draws everyone’s attention and whatever good mood you were starting to feel evaporates at the sight of your mother standing there looking down her nose at the three of you in the yard. You curse under your breath, and Cici gasps in genuine shock at hearing you say something so harsh. Then she smiles and shoots you a wink as if she’s proud of you. “I guess I better get the pies out of the car, no turning back now.” You mutter, and Andy stops you before you can move back towards the car.

“I got it, little angel. Just head inside.” He says, dropping a kiss to your temple and that of course draws a little high pitched “mmmm okay” from your aunt.

“Viv and Stella are going to try and eat him up for dessert, you better watch those two.” Cici teases, and you feel yourself smiling again. Your mothers other two sisters are going to love him, you have no doubt about that. It’s your uncles and cousins that can go either way. As for your parents and aunt Mary…well those three aren’t going to be happy no matter what you or Andy have to say. “So tell me, is he treating you right? Is he making you happy?” You smile and nod, and you’re glad that it’s the truth. Despite his stubborn persistence at times he does treat you well, and he does make you happy. You love him regardless of knowing what he is and what you’ve seen from him. You glance back at Andy, and he smiles at you with a genuine smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

Who knew a demon would be the one to sweep you off your feet.

“Well it took you long enough to come inside.” Your spine straightens at the drawl of your mother’s voice, it’s that same tone you’ve heard before when she was looking for any and everything to pick apart about you. You just force a smile onto your lips and say nothing when she pulls you into a hug that’s more for show than anything. Thankfully she doesn’t linger long or press in close so she doesn’t feel the slight swell of your stomach. You think you might be in the clear but when she steps back she fixes you with a discerning gaze that makes you uneasy. “You’re looking a little round in the face dear, putting on weight?” Her eyes drift down pointedly to your stomach and the urge to press your hand against it almost overtakes you.

Clenching your hands into fists you just sigh heavily. “Mother, you know I’ve always been a little thick.” You remind her, and she just utters an unconvinced, “mmhmm” before she turns her attention to Andy stepping into the house behind you carrying the three pies and the cobbler that you’d made for this dinner. “And you must be Andy.” She says, and Cici just shakes her head before gently taking the desserts from Andy’s arms so she can go set them on the dessert table. “Sweetheart,” she turns to you after giving Andy an up and down look. “You failed to mention that your friend was…”

Oh god… you think, eyes nearly bugging out of your head at your mother when she sniffs in disapproval and let’s the unspoken word linger for a moment. “Well, let’s just hope your father chooses to mind his manners.”

Andy gently puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and letting his hand run up and down your arm to calm you. “A pleasure to meet you, I’ve been dying to meet the people responsible for raising my little angel.” He aims a disarming smile at your mother and for a moment she seems enchanted. Andy looks like a well off man, and you’re willing to bet money that your mother is already thinking of ways that she might be able to spin this to benefit her reputation. You think that perhaps she might play nice but that’s before the sound of your father’s voice is booming through the house. His voice cuts off immediately when he sees you standing there with Andy’s arm protectively wrapped around you while you shamelessly lean into his embrace.

“So this must be the man that convinced my baby girl to move out of our house and into his.” He says by way of greeting and it’s clear that he’s not happy. Andy’s grip around you tightens when he feels you starting to shrink in on yourself, a subtle reminder that he’s here with you. “Nice of you to finally come and face me.” Your father says, chest puffing up like it’ll make him seem taller as he stands in front of Andy’s six foot five stature. You somehow manage to stifle your laughter at the ridiculous sight in front of you.

“She’s an adult, I figured she was free to make adult choices.” Andy says back, a pleasant tone masking his annoyance with your father. To Andy it’d be like swatting a fly, and he’s certainly done worse for less but you’re standing here beside him and somehow he figures throwing your father through a wall or two might not go over well. Still he doesn’t like being challenged, and something must be done. You feel Andy’s hand drop to your waist, and that’s enough to get your father more irritated than he already is. You’re sure things are about to go bad right then and there but then you hear the sound of heels clicking against hardwood, and the voice of Aunt Vivica comes floating through to cut the tension.

“Silas, will you leave them alone,” she starts, brushing past your mother to pull you into her warm embrace. “Let the girl get out of her coat before you start with your judgmental nonsense.” She admonishes, and you can see how both your parents bristle at her dismissive tone. Andy just smirks, and introduces himself to Aunt Vivica before he goes to help you out of your coat. It’s then that you become painfully aware of your dress. Your father looks like he’s sucked on a lemon, your mother looks scandalized, and your aunt looks...impressed. The dress is far from risque or inappropriate, but the fact that it’s cut above your knees, and there are several cutouts along the top of the bodice is enough for your parents to complain. Before they can, however, your aunt steps in and diffuses yet another bomb. “Oh, darling, you look absolutely beautiful. It’s about time you stopped dressing like you don’t have a shape.” She shoots a look over at your parents, almost daring them to say something to disagree.

They won’t, not in front of Aunt Vivica who has no problem taking your side every time. Your father says nothing, simply shakes his head and stomps off to join the other family members gathered in the living room. He takes some of the tension with him, but your mother supplies the rest. “I suppose it’s a nice dress, even if it is more revealing than what we raised you to wear.” She says, as usual, finding a way to slip her disapproval into a compliment. Aunt Vivica waves her off, dismissively and your mother sniffs and turns her nose up, muttering something about going to check on the greens before leaving the three of you standing in the foyer.

“You really do look lovely, darling. Now come on, Stella’s dying to meet your beau.” Vivica tells you, and you groan slightly but can’t help the smile that spreads over your features.

“Auntie Viv, please tell me Cici hasn’t been talking.” You plead, and she just laughs. Lord knows what Cici has been saying to her sisters, but you can only imagine that whatever it is was colorful. In any case the two of you are being led away by your aunt and the second you all step into the living room a hush falls over it. Nervously you shift on your feet, you know there’s been talk since you moved out overnight. Looking around the room you see a few cousins, your uncles, your father is sitting in his chair pointedly not looking at you and trying to focus on the football game that’s playing. And then there’s your Aunt Mary, your father’s sister and his biggest instigator, looking at you with that pinched expression that just lets you know she has something foul to say.

“Is that my grandbaby?” Your eyes fly to the sofa, and there sits Nana Rose beckoning you to come over and sit next to her. You separate from Andy, leaving him to be scooped up by your three aunts, Cici, Vivica, and Stella. “They told me you moved out, and I didn’t believe it, but here you are showing up with a man. My little baby’s finally acting grown.” She teases you, and squeezes you tight when you settle in next to her. Her hand discreetly lands on your belly with a soft pat and for a moment you panic. “I thought I noticed something different about you.” She says with a wink, and your mouth drops open out of shock. “Oh don’t give me that look, sugar. I’ve been around the block a few times, I know what to look for. Not to mention you’re glowing.”

“Nana Rose can we just keep this between us? I don’t want tonight to turn into a bunch of yelling and drama.” You ask, and she nods, taking both your hands in hers and sets them in her lap.

“I won’t say anything, it’s not my place. But I will say that if you’re going to have to start standing up for yourself, I know your parents can be overbearing. Lord knows I tried to raise your mother differently but she was always self centered and sly, and that man she married...hmph, well I’ve made it clear over the years that I don’t care for him. The one good thing they did right though was give me you, now you just need to stop letting them do and say whatever they want to you.”

She lets you mull over her words for a moment, and you feel like there’s a bit of a weight that’s been lifted off your shoulders. She’s always been supportive, always done what she could for you within reason. Most importantly she’s always loved you unconditionally and that alone gives you a bit of a confidence boost. “Do me a favor, go fetch that man of yours and send him over. I think it’s time he and I have a chat as well.”

You blink at that, curious as to what she might have to say to Andy but you know better than to ask her. She wants to talk to him privately, and she won’t be telling you what she has to say to him. You nod with a “yes, ma’am” and stand up to round the sofa. Looking over to where Andy stands with your three aunts makes you smile, whatever he’s saying to them you can tell he’s charmed them thoroughly. He’s even gotten your usually stoic Aunt Stella to crack a smile at him. He feels you watching him, and turns his attention to you and for a moment he’s all you focus on as you stride towards him. Unfortunately, you only make it halfway across the living room before you hear the nasally voice of Aunt Mary picking at you. “So you’re just going to walk by and not speak? I know you got better home training than that little girl.”

A hot streak of anger shoots through you all of a sudden, you don’t know where it comes from but you know that Andy senses it because he breaks away from your aunts who are now glaring at Mary. “I’m fine,” you tell him, waving off his questions and redirecting his attention to your grandmother who is waiting for him on the sofa. “Please go, she’d like to speak with you. I’ll be fine.” You tell him and he nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple.

“I know you hear me talking to you—” Mary continues, but Cici pipes up before she can finish.

“We can all hear you, now shut up and leave people alone. If she doesn’t want to speak to your old bitter ass then she doesn’t have to.” She snaps, causing Mary to gasp as if she’s been slapped. “Need to be worried about them bad ass kids of yours anyways, you know they be stealing.” She adds under her breath but still just loud enough for Mary to overhear. You’d laugh if you weren’t currently trying to calm down. All your life Mary’s been a thorn in your side, and even now she insists on picking on you and trying to get a rise out of you. Your grandmother’s words replay in your head and you glance over at the woman as she discusses something with Andy that has his full attention.

An arm curls around your shoulders and you shift your focus to his owner. “Hey Aunt Stella, sorry I didn’t get a chance to say hello earlier.” You say and she waves it off before she starts to grill you for information about how you’ve been, how you met Andy, how your relationship is. She nods and listens to everything you have to say, happy that you’ve found someone, but she still warns you to be cautious.

“Don’t let him have too much control over your life. These men will run you ragged if you let them, and that’s not the life I want for you. Trust me, I’ve been there, done that, and I don’t want that for you.” She tells you and you nod, giving her another hug just because it’s nice to know that she wants the best for you.

At some point Andy rejoins you, and the rest of the night seems to go on well enough. You stick close to your three aunts, occasionally venturing off to talk with your cousins. From time to time your mother makes her rounds offering drinks to each guest. You choose the nonalcoholic options and she eyes you suspiciously but says nothing of it.

Your uncles manage to lure Andy to the dominoes table, calling out to him “Hey, why don’t you come on over here young buck and throw some bones!” Both you and Andy chuckle at that, and he gladly goes to sit at the table with the older men amused at their assumption that he’s younger than them. If only they knew. You think to yourself, shaking your head with a laugh. Andy let’s them think he doesn’t know what he’s doing long enough for them to start putting money on the table. A few of your cousins even join in on the next few games, and try to hustle him only to find out that Andy’s no novice and he can trash talk with the best of them. He fits in well with your family, everyone loves him except for your parents and Aunt Mary.

You do your best to ignore it, and it works for the most part right up until the moment everyone is gathered around the dinner table for the prayer. The prayer which your father leads, and he wastes no time in using it to air his dislike of Andy and your choice to be with him. It goes a little something like this,

“Dear heavenly father, we come to you humbly asking that you not let this be the last time we can all gather and fellowship like this. We thank you for our good health, and sound minds...and even though some of us have strayed from your righteous path we know that you are a forgiving God and will welcome us back into your warm embrace. Lord, we ask that touch the minds of our young folk that are here tonight, especially those that have chosen to live in sin and forsake your word…” You don’t hear the rest, a loud static suddenly fills your ears and you just tune it out as best you can while gripping harshly onto Andy’s hand. To his credit, Andy doesn’t laugh out loud during the prayer, though you can feel the way his body shakes from time to time and it lets you know that he finds this all comical. Probably because while your father is trying to use this prayer to shame and pressure you, you’ve been Andy’s since long before he fucked you in your father’s church.

All too thankful when the prayer finally ends you just set about making a plate for yourself, and point out which dishes Andy should avoid. There’s only one of course, the deviled eggs that Mary insists on making every year. They’re always nasty, and your father is always the only one that actually eats them. Seeing you tell Andy not to put a couple on his plate she scoffs, and that pinched expression of hers tightened even more. “Back in my day we made our men’s plates as a sign of respect, but I guess we can’t expect that from these fast lil young girls.” Comes Mary’s nasally voice, and this time it’s Andy that checks her.

“I’m sure things have changed a lot since the forties, but trust me I’m more than capable of fixing my own plate.” He tells her, smiling in a way that clearly says he knows she’s not that old but he’s petty and willing to stoop to her level. The way her expression cracks at his dig has you biting back a grin. Cici on the other hand isn’t as covert and shamelessly lets out a loud laugh as Stella and Vivica grin and smirk. Oh they really like Andy. Meanwhile your father looks like he’s about to burst a blood vessel.

Somehow, some way, everyone’s plates get filled with food with no further incidents or comments, and you think that it’d be the end of your worries with everyone focused on eating. You have no such luck because the moment your glass of juice is empty, your mother is standing up from the table and offering to bring you one of her cocktails to replace your empty cup.

“Um, no thank you. I’ll just get some more juice.” You tell her, but she doesn’t take no for an answer.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. You should have at least one, it’s not like you have a reason not to drink.” She says, smiling at you. You can see the subtle edge to her grin, and in an instant you know exactly what she’s doing. She’s figured out your little secret, and now she’s trying to force your hand so it's you that has to reveal it to your father in front of the whole family. Your eyes dart to Nana Rose sitting on the other end of the table, and she gives you a knowing look and again her words from earlier run through your mind.

You’re going to have to start standing up for yourself...

“No thank you mother, I don’t want any alcohol.”

“Well why not, everyone else has had at least one.”

“Mother…”

“Why not, sweetheart? I spent all that time making them, don’t be rude.”

You sigh. Closing your eyes, and lifting a hand to rub at the spot in the center of your forehead.

“It’s just one drink, you’re really being dramatic.”

“I can’t drink, okay!” You snap, hand slamming down onto the table hard enough to make everyone jump except for Andy.

This time it’s your father that speaks, “What’s going on?”

Your mother’s grin turns slightly mean before it drops and she just shrugs as if she hasn’t instigated this entire moment. You can see Nana Rose shaking her head at the woman that brought you into the world, and beside you Andy is silently fuming and you’re just thankful that his eyes haven’t bled black yet.

“I said what’s going on! Answer me!” Your father demands, and it’s then that you decide that you’re done with this whole avoidance game. If it’s drama that they want then you can give them that, you’re hormonal and agitated enough not to care at the moment.

“Fine! I’m pregnant.” You shout, throwing your fork down onto the table with a clatter. “Happy now?” You aim that last comment at your mother, and she feigns shock as if this wasn’t exactly what she wanted when she started pressuring you to have a drink.

Your father sputters, the vein in his forehead protruding like it always does when he gets himself worked up and you know hell is about to break loose at the table. You get up without a word, head into the kitchen and grab the roll of foil. By the time you come back, Andy and your father are going back and forth across the table about how Andy defiled you according to your father, and how according to Andy he didn’t do anything other than give you the freedom your parents never did. You’re content to not say anything at all as you wrap up both yours and Andy’s plate so the two of you can leave, but then your mother says something that finally sets you off.

“What freedom? The freedom to bring a bastard into the world?”

You hear a quiet “Oh hell no.” From Aunt Stella, and you can see from the corner of your eye Nana Rose placing a hand on Cici’s arm to keep her youngest daughter seated. Auntie Viv just shakes her head in disapproval and disgust at your mother. And you? Well you’re seeing red and all bets are off.

“Yeah well we all know how you feel about bastards, don’t we mother?” You say, and now all eyes are on you, and your mother suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“I don’t-I don’t know what you’re referring to, I just know that you—”

“Oh so you didn’t find out about dad messing around with Miss Olivia’s daughter from the church choir, or her getting pregnant and wanting to keep it?” A loud collective gasp sounds around the table. “And you didn’t go to Miss Olivia’s daughter after choir practice, and pressure her into accepting money to get an abortion that she didn’t want in the first place?” Your mothers face is one of shock, anger, and embarrassment now that you’ve just exposed one of her many dirty secrets.

Your father, as always, is quick to jump to her defense. “Now you watch your damn mouth, young lady. You might be grown but—”

“But what, dad? What are you gonna do? Beat me? Please try it,” Andy, who is now standing, shifts closer to you, cracking his neck and crossing his arms over his chest. It’s a clear challenge, and unlike your father did earlier, Andy actually looks intimidating. “You lay a finger on me and I’ll just go tell everyone how you’re skimming from the church funds.” Your father opens his mouth to say something but you just keep going. “You been collecting that building repair fund for as long as I can remember, and the roof still leaks whenever it rains too hard. Yet somehow you were able to afford this house, all this fancy bullshit that you keep in it, and that Cadillac sitting out in the driveway. Yeah I might be pregnant out of wedlock, but at least I’m not a criminal.”

You hear a “and that’s why you shoulda just sat there and ate your food.” From Cici who is clearly enjoying this.

Mary doesn’t take the hint that you aren’t playing them anymore and just like always she has something to say. “See, now I always told you this girl was disrespectful.”

“Mary worry about your husband and that life insurance policy he took out on you. Out here pretending like you’re better than everyone else just because you have a husband and kids. Everyone knows those kids each have a different father and he’s not one of them. He doesn’t even like you or them bad ass kids you let run around unchecked.”

That stuns her into silence for all of five seconds and then she opens her mouth again to start spewing insults. The look you level at her is murderous, and you don’t know how it happens but one second she’s telling you exactly what she thinks of you, and then in the next the smell of burning plastic is overtaking the room and then someone is screaming and pointing at Mary’s head. That’s when you see it, her wig is on fire and smoke is billowing from it as she starts to panic. You and Andy look at each other with equally stunned expressions before shaking it off just in time to see your father snatching his sister's wig off of her head and dunking it into the bowl of gravy.

“Grab the pies, we’re leaving.” You tell Andy, and he doesn’t question your pettiness. He simply goes to the dessert table, picks up the pies and cobbler that you’d made. You head towards the door carrying both of your plates with you, choosing to stop and say one more thing. “Oh, and I’m actually having twins. You have nine months to get your acts together or you will not be a part of your grandchildren’s lives in any way shape or form.” You turn your attention back to Mary. “You can just go to hell, because if you ever say a sideways word to me again Cici won’t have to get you. I’ll do it myself.”

“Period.” Cici says, cosigning your threat and getting up from the table along with your other two aunts who follow you to the door. Outside you all say your goodbyes, and your aunts fawn over the fact that you’re pregnant before they finally let you climb into Andy’s car and drive off.

He’s silent for a moment, still looking at you curiously. You don’t notice because you’re still thinking about everything that went down, and the fact that Mary’s wig spontaneously caught on fire.

“Andy, did you do that back there?” You question, and the look on his face is one of pure confusion as if he doesn’t know what you’re referring to. “The wig catching fire.” You clarify and he laughs.

“No, little angel, I believe that was you channeling our babies.” He reaches over to press a hand against the slight swell of your belly, “And I have to say, watching you get worked up like that was a pleasant surprise.” You feel his hand drift slightly lower, and when you glance over at his lap you can see the bulge under his pants. You’re still keyed up, hormonal, and now you’re aching for him to do more than just touch you.

“Pull over.” You tell him, not caring that you’re still close enough to your parents house that someone can see the car and likely the two of you in it. Andy smirks, already knowing where this is going, and pulls the car to the side of the road. The moment he has the car in park you’re climbing over the center console to straddle his lap. “How pleasant a surprise?” You ask him, reaching down to undo his belt and work his pants open so you can pull his cock out. “Because that was really exciting for me, and now I’m all worked up with nowhere to put this energy.” You tease, pulling your panties to the side so you can drag yourself over his hard length with a mewl. You’re already wet, your slick making it easy for you to glide back and forth over his shaft before you give into that carnal need to be filled by him. Andy hums, his big hands gripping the thick globes of your ass.

“Take what you need, little angel.” He coos, “You deserve it.”

You lift your hips, lining him up with your entrance and with a shuddering breath you drop your hips and let him fill you up just like your body needs. You’re breathless for a moment, body wracked with sensations as his length splits you open just how you like. “Fuck, daddy.” You whine, hips giving a filthy grind while your hands grip tightly on his arms. That’s not what you want to hold onto though, and Andy knows that. He knows exactly what you need without you needing to say so, and when you open your eyes next you see those shining black eyes looking back at you, and most importantly you see his horns.

The second you lay eyes on them you don’t hesitate, reaching up to wrap your hands around them so you can hold on while you ride him. Your moans fill the car as you start to move, hips rocking you up to the tip of his length and back down. “Fuuuuck, that’s it. Ride this fucking dick.” Andy groans, head falling back against the headrest as you squeeze tight around him.

You ride him with reckless abandon, feeling bolder and more confident than you have in a while and it has the pleasure feeling heightened as you bounce against your demonic lover's cock. The sound of your squelching cunt mixes with your moans and Andy just uses his grip to bring you down harder on his length.

“So good...fuck you feel so good!” You cry, already close to the edge and ready to tip over at any second. Andy moves under you, thrusting up to meet you each time you drop down onto his cock and it hits you even deeper. You cry out, not caring if anyone down the street might be able to hear you. If they do then so be it. The only thing you care about right now is how good Andy is making you feel, and you know he personally doesn’t care who sees you taking his cock. All you can do is keep your grip on his horns as he takes over and bounces you on his cock while his hips snap into you on every downward movement of your hips. He knows you’re close, he can feel it in the way your walls are strangling his cock, and he wants nothing more than to have you fall apart right here and now.

“Cum for me, little angel.” He moans against your mouth when you bring him in for a kiss. “Cum for daddy, let me feel my perfect little pussy making a mess for me.” He urges, and you fall apart and go tumbling over the edge with a loud sobbing cry of pleasure as you cum. Your juices flood his lap, and you tremble against his chest with shaky breaths.

You know you can’t linger here like this for too long, but you don’t want to move just yet. Not until Andy makes you an offer that you can’t refuse.

“Be good and don’t move, you keep daddy’s cock warm the whole way home and I promise I’ll keep you full and dripping all night.”

Now that you knew what he had to offer, it was hard to accept that he wasn’t always around to give it to you.

It was your first weekend ever since starting this new “job”. You hadn’t seen Andy since the night before when he left you in your bed without a goodbye and an indication of when he should be expected again.

You didn’t know what to do with your free time, unsure how truly free it was anyway. Would he appear out of nowhere and freak out if he didn’t find you there? It’s not like you had anywhere to go either. Your only friend was Erica and you weren’t ready to see her yet. You still didn’t know how you were going to hide what was going on from her, but there was also a part of you who was just straight up pissed at her for blowing you off, for not caring about your friendship as much as you did.

Granted, she wasn’t the one letting your husband fuck her.

Ugh, when did things become so messed up? You kept trying to find little tasks to do around the house so the question wouldn’t take over your entire life. Because, of course, you knew the answer. You knew it was because of Andy, and everything had turned to shit the moment he decided to lay a claim on you.

Sighing, you stopped your frantic scrubbing of the already sparkling counters to take a deep breath. You didn’t even need to clean the house, there was a nice old lady who would come every day to do that for you. The fridge was also always stocked with whatever essentials you might need to cook, should you want to, but every Sunday an entire week’s worth of meal prep containers would arrive at your doorstep, making eating healthy particularly easy.

You were truly living your dream life, all sponsored by Andy, but at the same time, you’d never been more stressed. You hated not understanding what was expected of you. You hated being scared that at any moment, he would grow tired and your life would resume as it previously was, except now you knew what it felt like to live in luxury.

Except now you knew how he felt stretching you open.

Fuck. This had to stop. Glancing at the clock, you realized that it was already too late for you to be cleaning an already spotless kitchen, and it was most definitely too late for you to be thinking about a man who was obviously not going to come visit you that evening.

However, once the memory of his body on top of yours took over your brain, it was impossible to scrub it away - and you tried. You spent almost an entire hour submerged in that gigantic bathtub only the obnoxiously rich could afford, trying to ignore the way your clit tingled, the way your cunt clenched around absolutely nothing.

Until you couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was undeniable that thinking about Andy now awakened a hunger inside of you, one that could probably only be sated by the man himself, and you were tired of trying to deny it.

He forced you into this. It was time you stopped trying to fight it and relish in the feelings he gave you, instead of focusing on the guilt and shame. What good were they bringing you?

Patting yourself dry, you forgone clothing altogether when you let yourself fall against the cool satin sheets that covered your bed. You didn’t waste any time, fingers exploring your own body in a way you hadn’t done since Andy first touched you, taking notice of the smoothness of your skin, the way your nipples got tighter the more you squeezed them.

You wanted him there, sucking on your breasts, and you hated to think about where he might be at this time of night - either in danger or making love to someone else - so you just shut your eyes and focused on the memories you had of all of the times he took you and you didn’t even take full advantage of it.

By the time your fingers reached the apex of your thighs, you were soaking wet, and definitely not from the shower. A moan escaped you as your digits slipped right into your hungry cunt. It felt nice, but it wasn’t nearly as good as when he was the one inside of you.

“You shouldn’t be doing that without my permission.” A scream escaped you, eyes opening wide while you reached for something to cover your naked body, only to find the man you were thinking about standing right by your door, head tilted in interest as he took in the sight of you panting in bed.

“W-what?” Unsurprisingly, he didn’t offer you any explanations. You watched as he proceeded to take off his suit’s jacket, carefully laying it over the chaise you had by the foot of the bed, and then started to unbutton his shirt, in no apparent rush whatsoever.

“You can’t touch yourself unless I tell you to do so,” he informed you at long last once he was fully naked, taking a seat by your side and grabbing your cheeks so you wouldn’t look away. “Do you understand me?”

You wanted to argue. Of course, you did. Who the hell did he think he was, to control when you played with yourself and when you didn’t? But you weren’t a fool. You’d come to learn what this situation entailed by now, and you were well on your way into accepting it.

“Yes, sir.” He nodded, satisfied with your submissive answer. You were too fucking horny, too fucking ecstatic to have him for the evening to care about anything other than the hard cock a few inches from your hand.

His lips were warm as they settled over yours, and you followed his lead and rested back against the pillow when he assumed his spot between your thighs. “Hmm… Wasn’t planning on paying you a visit tonight,” he confessed, slowly licking a path from your mouth to your collarbones, making your shiver as the cold air from the evening contrasted with his warm breath. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about this fucking pussy…”

His fingers slipped inside of you, easily taking over the movements you’d abandoned when he scared you just seconds before. It didn’t take much at all for him to reignite your interrupted orgasm, especially with the way you were fucking yourself back against his fingers.

“You like it, kitten?” He mumbled against your breast, tongue flicking your nipple in hopes of getting you to cry out for him. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Why you were fucking yourself like a pathetic fucking whore, playing with what’s mine?”

His words - the fire behind them - had you crying out, clawing at his chest in search of something to hold onto, anything to get you not to lose your fucking mind. Only, of course, he wanted you brainless. You knew it by now. He liked to fuck you senseless, until there was nothing else in your mind but him and his mouth, and cock, and fingers.

“No,” you managed to croak. Your answer surprised him and he stopped his delicious sucking to stare you down. You didn’t allow him the chance to read you, though - you didn’t have time to waste. “I want your cock.”

That almost earned you a smile. Almost. You caught the shadow of it as the corners of his lips lifted up, before it was all gone too soon. “You have no idea…” He whispered, leaning down to bite the curve of your breast in punishment. “… how captivating you are.”

You didn’t have anything to say to that, especially since that’s when he chose to shove himself in you, all at once. You don’t remember ever needing anyone this badly. It felt so fucking good, getting railed by Andy, his hands gripping your hips like he wanted to make sure you weren’t going anywhere, you were going to stay right there, suffering through every punishing thrust on your channel…

You’d never wish to be anywhere else. Not anymore.

He took his time biting every inch of skin he could reach - because he could leave bruises on it. You belonged to him, but he wasn’t yours, not even to touch. To kiss was an infraction. To bruise, a carnal sin. The movement of his hips should be enough - let him bruise you more, bruise you from the inside. Force your cunt to memorize the way he was shaped, how it felt to be taken by a man of such hunger.

If you were going to hell for this, you’d go burning brightly, taking advantage of every sin you were forced to commit. Andy Barber had already corrupted your soul, intoxicated your senses to the point of blissful ignorance, or arrogant egoism…

 ♡ long fluttering lashes bat soothingly at the sight of flowing auburn liquid pouring from your teapots spout into your stuffies porcelain tea cup, the drip drop of the last dip before you raise the pale pink tea kettle up.

 ♡ the sweet smell of cakes rising in the oven flows in a curled aroma throughout the kitchen, catching the hints of rich german chocolate and zesty lemon you smile tenderly as you finish pouring all your stuffies cups of tea.

 ♡ this tea party isn’t common like your other tea parties before, your stuffed animals know this as all their plastic glass eyes dash along the various jam puff pastry and chocolate icing treats that rest on rosy designed plates atop lacy doilies which crowd the table.

 ♡ it certainly isn’t like your other tea parties, there's a sparkling trance in the air that grows stronger wherever your angelic presence takes you and it surely captures all their plastic eyes on the extravagant purple silk that adorns the smooth sweet pea lotion that sparkles off every inch of visible strip of skin.

 ♡ a glittering swarovski tiara rests on the crown of your glossy curls that fall in thick abounding ribbons, shining silver gleams with every shift of your head it correlates well with the powdered sugar like snow that falls softly outside and Andy dusting a layer on hot and ready out of the oven blueberry tarts.

 ♡ the expensive headpiece surely was a sight for sore eyes, it brightened the silver stars in your hues when you were caressing the satin like bath wash that smelt of peonies and strawberries, bathing that early morning to get ready for your special day.

 ♡ taking your special time appreciating every hill, bend, curve and dip of your body as a knock struck the door, “is my birthday princess in here?” Andy’s voice rung, pulling your head up in attention you grinned.

 ♡ “she is daddy!” you replied as your lower half swished in the rose petal water, hearing the bathroom door opened and the pad of Andy’s loafers hit the marble bathroom tiles.

 ♡ rippling contentment raptures and allures your bubble bath soaked figure when his bearing body comes into view while you were focused on rubbing your shoulders with your sugar scrub.

 ♡ taking delight in the peachy zest fragrance as you admired your freshly painted acrylic nails you had your daddy help you apply the other night, unaware of Andy’s glorifying glance as he stands looking down at your charismatic care.

 ♡ a white towel wraps your head keeping your hair in place and a light sheet mask rests on your face, bending down on his knees Andy’s hands grab your body sponge before rubbing the planes of your back covered lightly in bubble suds.

♡ “what do you wanna do first today princess? anything you want and anything you need daddy will give it to you,” Andy spoke, his head snaking in the crook of your neck and before you could speak you broke into a fit of giggles as the sponge in his hand intentionally grazed the sensitive skin of your sides while his lips pressed wet kisses on your neck.

♡ “d-daddy stop!” you broke but your seemingly endless giggles kept getting in the way as Andy continued to smile as he kisses your neck while his other hand dipped into the water to tickle your other side. 

 ♡ receiving the reaction he wanted his fingers stop their tickling torment but not before caressing the bubbly skin of your waist and stomach, you only have sight of his wide shoulders as his head continued to trail kisses down your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin here and there.

 ♡ “go on sweetheart, the tickle monsters gone,” Andy smirk against your skin before lifting his head away from your neck and his arms from the bath tub soapy water, shifting your body around causing the water to splash over the railing you sat in place star struck at your daddy’s attire for the day.

  ♡ as much as it tingled the space between your thighs at the sight of him wearing those tight collared polos that drove you crazy beyond control you grinned up at him as you told him of your plans and ideas but Andy’s surprised to find you don’t wanna go out to get more presents.

 ♡ “I thought you wanted to go out princess, what changed? you love going out and getting more presents,” your daddy spoke, causing your eyes to shift shyly away as you took sudden interest in your shiny nails as they gripped the outline of the tubs rim.  

 ♡ “I know you said that you wouldn’t mind but I just want something between you and me, and- and do you know the tea party i’ve been talking about? the one with my stuffies? with the tea and sweets and cakes, may we please do that today daddy?” voice softly bashful and sweet as can be Andy coos down at you after pecking the tip of your nose. 

 ♡ “absolutely princess, how about we have your tea party after lunchtime. how does that sound?” you nodded your head enthusiastically and Andy chuckled, “perfect, what is the birthday princess going to wear?” and of course he’d say that.  

 ♡ the sole reason you weren’t getting out of the tub was because he had to decide which dress you’d wear but before your daddy knocked the bathroom door you already came to a resolution. 

 ♡ pointing to the dresses that are hung on their individual hangers on the towel closet near the bath tub, “i’m going to wear the pink puff sleeved one for brunch and the purple slip for my tea party,” you spoke, watching as Andy got up to grab a towel from the closet then the hanger bearing the pink dress.

 ♡ the dress wasn’t inherently familiar to Andy nor does he remember buying it for you but he had to admit he has bought you loads of dresses, bags or whatever else that made you so stylish and posh to come to a memory of so.

 ♡ instructing him to get which strap heels and what designer bag from your closest you want to go along with the short puffed sleeve dress as you took the sheet mask off your face and washed the citrus sugar scrub then floral bubble wash from your skin. 

 ♡ from the doorframe your unaware stance doesn’t notice the focused observation as your daddy admired and traced every detail of your bare bodice as your hands rubbed the soap from your neck to the undercurve of your breasts.

 ♡ with no sight of bubble suds on your skin you bend over to retrieve the towel on the near stool Andy set for you but before you could reach it Andy’s strong arms wrap around your bare chest, pulling your soaked back into the solidness of his bare chest.

 ♡ you gasp at the contact while his hands take rough handfuls of your breasts as his fingers roll your nipples, his face sneaking back into the crook of your neck as he bite and sucked, not afraid to leave love bites anywhere his lips graced against.

 ♡ “daddy,” you moaned but it’s quickly hushed as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, his other hand leaving your breast to glide slowly down passed your stomach till it found the slick of your needy cunt that erupted more small sweet noises with every dip his fingertips took at teasing your hole.

 ♡ your head throw back, resting on one of Andy's biceps that steady on the tubs rim the hand doesn’t leave from pinching your nipple or groping your tit as his other doesn’t stop tracing figure eights or rubbing the slicked pearl at the peak of your pussy before thrusting a stretching thick finger into your tight hole.

 ♡ “let daddy take care of you princess,” Andy shushed in your ear as your sweet moans and little sighs captured his when another finger pumped into your hole, your grinding hips rippled the water attempting to find the perfect balance that will help you reach the blinding pleasure and spill your euphoria on his fingers.

 ♡ “daddy please! please daddy!” you whispered hopelessly in his ear, your quivering body desperate for his fingers to break the chain tightening in your belly and before you could whine and beg once more as he takes his fingers out your hole your back suddenly arches when three fingers thrust in and out of your weeping cunt.

 ♡ your arched figure has your head falling back more against his bicep till you neck only rests upon it and Andy takes the opportunity to smash his lips to yours, teeth rough to bite your bottom lip you gasp and moan as his tongue enters your mouth just like his fingertips graze the golden spot at the end of your slicked channel.

 ♡ your going to combust, the erotic cocktail of his hot tongue swirling with yours and his thick fingers thrusting and stretching your honeyed pussy is making you see stars even though you have them closed, your hands rise to frame his face, fingers spread to dig into his toffee brown locks as the other relishes the scratch of his beard.

 ♡ its again that he hits the sweet spot his curled fingers graze against that has you whimpering in contrast to his relentless passionate kiss while you rest at the mercy of him and his thick fingers, “daddy p-please, I need to come! please let me come, daddy!” you're able to beg as he lets go of your lips from his.

 ♡ “why should I let you come princess? give me one good reason,” his low voice rumbled as his smirk plasters against the skin behind your ear, making you shiver Andy’s enjoying pushing you passed your limits as well as savoring the immature pout while your forbidden honey slowly coats his knuckles deliciously.

 ♡ “b-because it’s my birthday daddy. i-i’m the birthday princess, your birthday princess,” you whisper as a tear drips off your curls under lashes to your cheek, his chest fills again with an awakening desire to have you crumbling and moaning underneath him. 

 ♡ possessing your lips again you gasp in pleasure when his fingers pump impossibly more continuous as you tug the handfuls of his toffee brown hair in your grip, achieving to pull rough growls from him and to your own satisfaction him scissoring you open while his other fingers your other tit.

 ♡ however we can only have so much of something before we’re washed up on the tide of ecstasy and Andy knows how much the big wave is going to wash over you as your thighs tremble and your moans turn into needy whimpers of barely audible daddys and pleases that do nothing but increase the speed of his fingers and harden his cock.

 ♡ “come on my fingers princess, come for daddy sweet girl,” your grip on his hair tightens as you feel his fingers pull your orgasm closer and closer to the edge, you pull his head away from your neck to just smash your lips against his into a bruising kiss nothing more than teeth, tongue and hot breath.

 ♡ and as Andy guessed the thrashing wave washed over your body as his relentless fingers continuously hit the g spot that had you screaming his name when you came on his fingers, your arched position slipping a bit your daddy’s quick to take care of you.

 ♡ pulling the plug of the tub and rinsing your body again from sweat, Andy washed your sore core with warm water and a hand towel before wrapping your body covered in dew drops and carrying you out of the tub and into your room to dress you.

 ♡ settling you done on the plushy comforter of your shared bed with a quick peck to your lips before he can turn around and grab your body lotion from your vanity, your gripping grasp at his wrist stops him in place.

 ♡ “what wrong princess?” he says but your eyes don’t reach his blue ones, his heart stammers and paces wondering if he did something wrong, bending his knees till he’s face to face with you.

 ♡ “did daddy hurt you when he was trying to make you feel good princess? what’s wrong sweet girl, can you please tell me,” Andy speaks as his hand cups your chin to gently turn your face to meet his bit your eyes look down shyly. 

 ♡ “can I have a bubble bath tonight daddy?” your whispered as your fingers grip the belt loops of Andy’s trousers, his sly smirk not getting too big too tease his little one but still pronounced.

 ♡ “of course dove,” his low voice broke, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your shoulder, your neck then you jaw then finishing on your lips.

 ♡ “with you?” picking his head up from the sweet and floral scent of your shoulder his eyes cascade into yours as your faces are centimeters apart.

 ♡ stricken by the twinkle in your hues and the bountiful soft of your lips your soaked hands creep up his wrists, hitting all the right spots that inspire another pleasurable session to take place between your legs.

 ♡ thick fingers stroke your overstimulated folds, shuddering from the contact you don’t dare dart your eyes away from his gentle ones, “as you wish princess,” 

 ♡ at this time it’s a quarter after lunch, much later than both your enchanted session of touches and kisses you have a small porcelain jar in your hands, the lid set aside you stare down at the perfectly cubed sugar lumps.

 ♡ “how much sugar lumps would you like with your tea mrs. genevieve?” your gleaming glossy lipped smile radiates across the table to your plushed white bunny rabbit who sits atop a stack of books you stole from Andy’s office in order to reach above the table top. 

 ♡ the bunny plushie dressed in her daisy blue sundress, matching sun hat and finishing her outfit with a shiny sapphire bow comfortably around her neck sits next to your other stuffies dressed handsomely and eloquently for the special occasion.

 ♡ they sip from the steaming cups of honeyed herbal tea your daddy prepared specially for them while nibbling on sweets of custard eclairs and fluffy macaroons, heart squeezing in contentment.

 ♡ “four sugar lumps? that’s far too much sugar mrs. genevieve! I am giving you only two! you’ve already had ten cookies! same goes for your husband- yes bartolommeo I am speaking of you-!” 

 ♡ the playfully sternness that possess the softness of your voice makes Andy widely smile to himself as he takes the numerous pans of rising cakes out of the double oven.

 ♡ the older man goofily grins to himself, of course he knows you are imitating him, down to his tone to the scrunch of his brows he would usually have to put you in your place and remind you of your manners but he doesn’t, seemingly enjoying this. 

 ♡ letting you continue to let you discipline the stuffies on their sugar intake while your extended arm swindles a chocolate chip cookie or two in your sneaky grasp from the untouched plate at the other side of the counter.

 ♡ Andy let’s the action slip, it’s your birthday! you’re the birthday girl and the birthday girl can treat herself to as much sweets, gifts, and attention her heart desires.

 ♡ tchaikovsky orchestrated symphony of the nutcracker plays on the amazon echo, every single one of your favorite details you planned for this tea party he partakes in joyously while listening in on his little one playing the perfect hostess.

 ♡ settling the hot pans on the kitchen island, not far away from the table you’re treating all your dressed stuffies to Andy slips off the oven mitts and sets a timer for the cakes to cool down.

 ♡ prepping your favorite fruits to be sliced, jars of frosting and icing to be whipped, melting chocolate to be spread and chopped nuts to be sprinkled Andy seems to know what direction he has for each and every cake. 

 ♡ it was indeed a major saving grace he had a few years of experience in the baking category ever since he started to date you, you were demanding and very high maintenance cause you only wanted the best cause you deserved the best.

 ♡ that’s one of the many things Andy adored about you besides the fact his little princess loves sweets, baked sweets to be more specific and technical.

 ♡  at the very start of their relationship he became accustomed to whisking eggs, sugar, and butter, sifting flour and dry ingredients without making a mess as well as becoming patient for not only your brattiness but the sweets in the oven to.

 ♡ baking was now a favorable hobby of his now and he loved baking, whether or not you watched and helped him with cracking an egg or two or by himself as you attended your big girl responsibilities. 

 ♡ although on this day he devoted himself to not let you raise a single finger, on this day you were truly a princess more than you were any other day and your daddy enjoyed looking over to you.

 ♡ adoring your sweet giggles and honey voice as you remarked back at what your stuffie said as you refilled their cups and snacked on the prepared sweets he completed.

 ♡ “are you enjoying your tea ms. dolores? how about you mr. alfred? I know you two prefer peppermint than sage and chamomile but I had daddy add just enough honey for your liking,” 

 ♡ dazzling eyes flash to the mint green piggie in her flowy gingham skirt and white blouse then the indigo whale in his top hat, of course only you could hear their kind affirmations of agreement.

 ♡ “stupendous! i’ll be enjoying my coffee- no ms. darla you cannot have any coffee! you are too little! the only one who can have coffee is mr. humbert,” 

 ♡ your eyes dashed from the kitten stuffie to the teddy bear with spectacles on his nose and a buttoned up tweed jacket covering his arms and chest, “he has reached the proper age to drink coffee, you all have to wait,” your retort makes Andy’s brow arch in amusement.

 ♡ “and what is the proper age for a stuffie to start drinking coffee?” Andy broke as he bite of a slice of apricot; the tangy citrus nectar coating his tongue he continues cutting the colorful fruits on the platter waiting for your answer.

 ♡ “sixty two,” your answer quick and analyzed, Andy chuckles thankful he isn’t a stuffie who must obey the critical coming-of-age caffeine consumption law.

 ♡ “that’s very old princess, or should I say congresswoman? have you poured elder humbert his coffee?” andy spoke while recounting the cookies on the plate to know how much you’ve already eaten, you haven’t eaten a large portion of the forty cookies but he’s coming more concerned of your caffeine intake as you blurt out a loud reckless giggle.

 ♡ “i've refilled mr. humberts cup four times now! I think he really likes the oat milk,” you grinned up at your daddy as you drank from your porcelain cup, your sparkling eyes never leaving his as Andy playfully squinted at you deviously.

 ♡ “he does now? and exactly how many tea cups of coffee did my little coffee bean drink?” he spoke in his authority tone, placing the batter spatula down as he relished in your childish smirk.

 ♡ “they’re tiny tea cups daddy. why don’t you guess.” your glossy lipped smirk was as tempting and teasing as your purred voice, the purple silk dress made your smooth skin glowy just like the lavish fabric. 

 ♡ Andy couldn’t help but take little peaks here and there as you bend over the table to refill a clinking cup of tea for your stuffies, his longing stare as the hem of the tiny silk dress rose up to your high thighs, inching to catch a glimpse of whatever panties you have on.

 ♡ however with this erotic tension laced interrogation it seems to be losing its stern touch that usually melts you into a puddle of obedience as Andy admires your glowing face then pursue to have get an answer, you can be so distracting when it comes to dishing out punishments.

 ♡ but who wouldn’t be inattentive from the task at hand when the shimmery highlight of your plump cleavage and glittery cheekbones capture the apple of his eyes, as much as your smirk widened as you received all the attention filled glances that fuel the seductive that drips from your lips as the purple silk strap of your dress falls off your shoulder.

 ♡ “well?” your voice broke the silence but before Andy could open his mouth the timer for the cakes went off, you smirked to yourself as you took another sip of your sweetened coffee, saturated with a bit too much oat milk and sugar lumps you shifted to meet your eyes back to your stuffies.

  ♡ “I apologize if I am being a rude hostess but I hope you all have kept this special event going between yourselves. I was busy with daddy talking about some stupid stuff,” you didn’t dare lower or mutter the last bits but vocal them, smirk deviously to yourself as you felt your daddy’s glance at the back of your head.

 ♡ it did nothing but spread the disobedience you craved and the lingering wetness dripping from your cunt, although you played an untouchable poker face as you heard whatever utensil that was in his hand settle down as his footsteps come nearer and nearer.

 ♡ walking around the counter of his baking station to you sitting crossed leg in your cushioned chair making conversation with ms. darla complimenting her pine green and white striped sailors outfit as if you weren’t the one who dressed her.

 ♡ “oh hi daddy!” you beamed, pretending to not see the stern glare in his blue hues or remember misbehaving the minute before but you couldn’t help but deliciously eye the thick muscle of his arms that are crossed over his wide chest.

 ♡ “do you need something daddy?” you stood up on your knees to attempt to come to eye level with the man but you’ve only come face to face with his chest, causing you to tilt your head up for Ari to meet your astral irises laced in faux innocence.

 ♡ Andy’s defeated sigh before bending down to come eye level to you, “princess, listen to me please,” he spoke and your eyes sparked up in attention, loving the sudden embrace of his large hands wrapped yours, making them all warm and toasty as well as making you feel so small. 

 ♡ “I know you really wanted to have this tea party for a long time now, daddy loves making sweets for you and your stuffies but daddy doesn’t want to punish you for any bad behavior. daddy doesn’t want his special angel to cry on her birthday and he doesn’t want you cooped up in a corner at this tea party because you’re doing such a good job playing hostess! can you be my good girl and behave for daddy? can you do that for me princess?” 

 ♡ Andy’s soft voice and soft caress of your hands and cheeks are like magic, as if with each stroke of his thumb against your chin that swiped your glossy lips planted bundles of rose buds in the pit of your belly, growing rapidly within the minute.

 ♡ “yes daddy I can be your good girl! the bestest good girl!” your enthusiasm made him grin, a ray of sunshine clearing the cloudy thoughts of introducing a punishment out of his head.  

 ♡ “i’ll hold you up to those words princess but you’re doing so good now. play nicely with your stuffies while daddy works on decorating your cakes. can you do that for me to princess?”

 ♡ you nodded your head with a content smile, “words please princess,” Andy reminded you.

 ♡ “yes daddy I can do that,” he smiled to himself as you brought your attention back to your stuffies but before he can walk back to his prep station a tug of his trousers pulls him in place looking back down at you to spark in concern when your eyes gloss with neediness.

 ♡ “what do you need princess?” he spoke, hands rising to stroke and pet your hair only but grab that same hand and pull him towards you, murmuring what he assumes to be what you want under your breath. “uh-uh, speak up princess,” 

 ♡ “you didn’t play with me today daddy! can you please play with me for just a few minutes before going back to the cakies?” your pout was like a punch in his gut, a bullet ricocheting through his rib cage, his very kryptonite but he should now these few minutes of daddy little playtime will turn into hours upon hours with you on his lap unaware or purposely ignoring his hard on.

 ♡ “okay princess, but just five minutes! I have two more cakes in the oven and dozen others to decorate for you,” he softly smiled but you smiled so brightly as you picked you off the chair and into his arms before sitting down on the chair himself and settling you on his lap comfortably.

 ♡ “would you like me to refill your cup mr. humbert?” your voice chipped, Andy’s glance falls on the old stuffed bear seemingly passed out on the table cloth, its short snout resting in the toppled over porcelain cup.

 ♡ “I think mr. humbert had a bit to much coffee for today,” Andy spoke but you shook your head as you refilled ms. dolores tea cup, adding her desired sugar lumps after biting into a slice of cake, chocolate and whip cream staining the corners of your lips.

 ♡ “mr. humbert falls asleep all the time, it’s normal. see he’ll wake up right now- mr. humbert wake up!!!” you shouted but the stuffed bear didn’t bulge, “I think mr. humbert had too much coffee daddy,” speaking as if you found that conclusion.

 ♡ Andy chuckles at you, petting your hair and tracing your shiny locks with his fingers while you spoke to mrs. humbert, your body reaching over the crowded table top to reach a plate of macaroons at that opposite side, the sight clouding Andy’s mind of the many other things he’s suppose to do.

 ♡ the helm of your purple slip dress rises past your thighs and as much as Andy wants to grope your ass he doesn’t want to interrupt your conversation or humiliate you in front of your stuffed animals.

♡ yes you had a special rule when it came to touching you inappropriately around your stuffies.

 ♡ however the sight of the lavender silk covering your ass seemed to wrap the plumpness of it perfectly enough that it was impossible to not lift up the thin curtain to run his open palmed hands over your globes, take harsh handfuls and watching the skin of your cheeks bounce with each spank.

 ♡ but he kept your rule in mind but it was becoming more difficult with you wiggling it practically inches away from his face or when you sat back down on his lap and continued to shift and ‘accidently’ grind on his stirring cock.

 ♡ your ass in the sultry silk dress purposefully or accidently shuffling against his tensed loins felt like burning heaven until he came to a sudden flaming question whether or not your wearing anything under under the lavender. 

 ♡  immediately upon that lingering thought filling all his action mechanisms his curious hands creep through the slit of your provocative slip, a slight stickiness  is welcomed against his thick fingers as the sinful honey runs down your thighs and as his fingers keep wandering, your wet pussy.

 ♡ Andy’s cock is hard now, bulging in his expansive trousers that keeps getting teased the plumpness of your ass inches away from his watering mouth, you surely wouldn’t find a retaliation to give him as his fingers creep up to meet your folds. 

 ♡ his wandering hand is under the table, no where near eye level for the glass beady black eyes of your stuffed animals to see but they can however question your flustered stuttering state as his taunting thumb traces figure eights with your slick.

 ♡ “daddy-” you hush but it’s interrupted with a quick slap to your bum, Andy’s smirk widening at the sight of it jiggling along with the fabric, he can’t help but take his thumb covered in your pleasure and take it in his mouth.

 ♡ moaning at the delicious taste of you before grabbing your ass again in rough handfuls, making finger like indents that could possibly bruise your skin you bite your lip in anticipation for another spank until Andy’s large hand hovers over the curves of your hips till he grips your waist.  

 ♡ “keep playing sugarplum, pretend daddy isn’t here playing with your princess parts,” finishing the husky whisper in your ear with a kiss to your cheek, whimpering slightly as one of his hands glide back to the slit of your dress and playful fingers slowly rub your slicked pearl.

 ♡ you don’t argue as you continue to play hostess with your stuffies while trying to survive your daddy’s teasing fingers, attempting to not let a single sound escape your lips or a stutter in your words, hoping your daddy will keep his promise and only play with you for five minutes before going back to the cakies. 

 ♡ yet as you think that unfortunate thought Andy’s finding pleasure of his own, maybe he won’t just play with you for five minutes since he’s infatuated with the cake in front of him. 

 ♡ the older man knows you’ve been wanting him to put you in your place the moment you started acting cocky and who is he to not give it to you?

 ♡ the birthday girl always gets what she wants

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At some point, after the third or fourth rounds, you were both basking in the afterglow when you finally got the courage to ask something that’d been in your mind for a while. “But what about Erica?” You asked, avoiding his eyes because you hated to see his disappointment whenever you were caught worrying about something that you shouldn’t.

“What about her?” He asked, pulling you by your hips to settle over his cock once more, and you absentmindedly grinded yourself against him as you thought of the best way to phrase your concerns.

“Where does she think you are?” You finally settled on it, now only half-worried about his wife because his thumb had found your clit and was now massaging it while you lathered his cock in your juices.

“Working overseas,” was his response. “Wanna see?” You didn’t have time to react because in seconds he had his phone in his hand, her number dialed. You looked like a deer caught in headlights, while all he did was force you up a little bit until you had his cock inside of you.

There you were, post-sex, mid-sex, wearing nothing but his shirt while he talked to her, eyes still very hungry as they stared you down, silently ordering you to ride him.

You hesitated for just one second. The second it took her to answer the phone. And then your hips started to move of their own accord, and you had to bite down on your lower lip so you wouldn’t release any sounds and spoil the fun.

It should be an ugly scene, but it felt so fucking hot. You came around his dick while they talked inane chatter, and for once in your life, you didn’t envy hers. After your orgasm, you climbed down his body to lick your release from his dick, just how he liked it, and you stroked him while he talked to her.

“I gotta go now,” he abruptly said before turning off his phone and coming down your throat with the biggest groan you’d heard from him so far. “Fuck,” he whispered once it was over, brushing the hair away from your face, “I can never live without your pussy again.”