Page 47 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

“You talk about me like it’s hockey or something. I don’t think I’m going to be that easy to decipher.”

He leans forward on the bed until I have no choice but to lean back or kiss him.

Kiss him!

The hussy inside of me wants his lips on mine, his body hovering over me, along with his full attention. I push those feelings down.

“You are nothing like hockey. I love the game. It’s been my life for as long as I can remember.” He leans closer, bringing his lips nearly against mine. “Hockey doesn’t compare to how I feel for you. Rodney —my little genius— you consume my thoughts daily. If I’m not with you, I’m thinking of when I’ll get to see you. I want to spend all my free time with you. I want you at my games, wearing my jersey. I want you waiting outside the locker room like the others, and when I come out, I want to kiss you. I want them to know you’re mine. You are mine, aren’t you?”

I nod slowly, his words taking away any higher thought I had. It’s not the same state I was in the night before, however, it’s damn close.

“Daddy,” I whisper a second before pressing my lips to his.

Andry doesn’t skip a beat. His arms wrap around me, lifting me until he’s the one seated, and I’m in his lap. The entire time, he keeps our mouths fused together.

I get lost in the kiss, my body taking over as my brain takes a back seat. All I want to do is feel.

His body beneath me. Around me.

His lips on mine. His tongue sweeping, asking for access to my mouth.

His hands on my neck holding me steady.

Every place he touches me sends me into a frenzy. I can’t get enough of him.

His lips pull away from mine, moving quickly to my neck. I gasp at the feel. My cock goes ridiculously harder. So hard it’s almost painful.

“Daddy.” It’s a whine this time. High pitched and desperate.

I’m not sure what I expect him to do. It’s not like I even know what I want.

But then I feel his hands on my hips, pulling me forward until I’m pressed against him. His firm grip leads me in short, precise movements as he makes me thrust against him.

My head falls back as I lose myself to the movement. I feel his teeth join in the action on my neck, alternating nips with deliciously long kisses against my skin.

Eventually he groans,“Baby,”against my skin, and I’m a goner.

Instant orgasm.

Jerking in his arms, I rock my hips until the last of my release empties from my spent cock. My eyes, which had closed at some point, open to find Andry watching me with a soft smile.

“Little genius.”

It’s funny how different two words can become with context. For a while there, I thought he was constantly pointing out how smart I am.

But now I realize how wrong I was.

He says the nickname with affection in his tone. Like he’s proud of me for being smart, for being his.

Nodding, I tuck my head in his chest. I’m worn out from our activities, and he looks far too comfy to dismiss as a resting place.

I feel more than hear him chuckle. It’s a nice sort of vibration.

“You can have five minutes, then we have to get cleaned up, little genius. Deal?”

Nodding, I let myself sink deeper into this happy place I’m in. If this is what having a Daddy is like, I’m going to enjoy falling into my role as his boy.

CHAPTER17

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