"Hmm, maybe not always," he giggled, liking the way Lacie was trying to take charge. Though it wasn't prevalent in his day-to-day life, Andy had a very dominant personality and that translated into the bedroom. He craved being in charge, having the control and craving someone to trust him enough in their own pleasure that he would take care of them. Too drunk to fight Lacie on how the night would go and curious to see what would come of letting the reigns go, Andy sighed softly against her skin. Broken from his thoughts, he whined as she stepped away from him but was quickly cut off as she stepped out of her underwear to leave her naked in front of him. "So ready," he agreed, arms stretched wide to pull her back in until she bypassed him to bend over the bed beside him, ass pushed out just begging for him. The sight of Lacie in that position had his mind in a million different directions and with her hand sliding inside of his boxers to grab at his cock, Andy could only nod stupidly. "Fuck baby girl," he choked out. It pained him to slide her hand out of his boxers but as he stood up and took in the arch of her back as she was bent over, he knew it was worth it. "You're just askin' for it at this point," Andy grinned, sliding his boxers down his legs and kicking them off to the side. Moving to position himself behind her, Andy gripped her hips tight as he moved her right in front of his cock. Once she was where he wanted, he moved a hand to smooth up her back and landed on her neck, rubbing a thumb at the base of her skull. "Tell me what you want from Daddy, baby girl," he cooed, his other hand that wasn't near her neck down on her ass, squeezing her left cheek.