[ whatever response eddie may have imagining he'd get as a response, it isn't one that makes him think harder. damn.
his own response doesn't come nearly as quickly, no surprise. he ponders those four brief words, considers how they'd make him feel. it's not as if they haven't had conversations akin to this in the past, amid sexting or explicit discussions of what they might be to another. so, it rolls back to that, to the idea of his ass belonging to daddy before anyone else, but now how daddy might feel when he's going around fucking other guys, and eddie gets stuck in that thought.
and so, he dives right in on that fantasy, of being all for daddy above anyone else. but, well, he likes the idea of you getting jealous, too. even if it's hyped up. especially so, as he's typing. ]
Maybe I want you to get jealous. Thinking about how someone else makes me moan. How they fill me up when you're not there. You know how desperate I get, Daddy. And if I had all that potential just right there in front of me and you're not there to steal all my focus...well. We both know what would happen then. Probably get so distracted I'd forget how much I want you there. [ fucking as if, but. ]
Don't know what I could do to earn fucking that many guys in one night, though. You'd probably have to teach me a lesson about getting greedy.
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his own response doesn't come nearly as quickly, no surprise. he ponders those four brief words, considers how they'd make him feel. it's not as if they haven't had conversations akin to this in the past, amid sexting or explicit discussions of what they might be to another. so, it rolls back to that, to the idea of his ass belonging to daddy before anyone else, but now how daddy might feel when he's going around fucking other guys, and eddie gets stuck in that thought.
and so, he dives right in on that fantasy, of being all for daddy above anyone else. but, well, he likes the idea of you getting jealous, too. even if it's hyped up. especially so, as he's typing. ]
Maybe I want you to get jealous.
Thinking about how someone else makes me moan.
How they fill me up when you're not there.
You know how desperate I get, Daddy.
And if I had all that potential just right there in front of me and you're not there to steal all my focus...well.
We both know what would happen then.
Probably get so distracted I'd forget how much I want you there. [ fucking as if, but. ]
Don't know what I could do to earn fucking that many guys in one night, though. You'd probably have to teach me a lesson about getting greedy.