Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Well, I must be that dog, and Claire calling me Daddy is my bell. It’s a simple word. One I’ve heard a million times in my life and probably said at some point too. But with her? It’s my kryptonite. Changes me from a man into a lust-hungry monster that cannot be satiated by anything other than Claire.
I feel the sting of my bruised knuckles as I wrap my hand behind her head and take it in a firm grip. The adrenaline that surged through my body in preparation for a fight shifts south to my loins, where it nestles in my throbbing erection.
I pull her into me, then up and lock our lips. A whimpering sound passes through her and into me, confirming my suspicions that she said it on purpose. That this is where she wanted my heroic attempt at saving her to end. My free hand moves up the side of her body, stopping at her breast and cradling it through her shirt.
“Hold on a second.” She tries to pull away, but I keep her locked in place. “I need to shut the door.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Using my hand behind her head, I turn her around. She moans, flinging a hand up to her mouth to silence herself. I lay my free arm across her desk, and with a sway of my body send everything atop falling all over the floor.
“Oh God,” Claire mewls.
I press her body forward and onto the desk, pinning her ass up over the table.
“Be a good girl, and don’t move,” I order, heading for the door. I push on one end, not realizing just how revved up I really am, and it slams shut.
Claire’s looking over her shoulder at me when I face her again. A naughty smile has crept its way over her face, and a twinkle of wicked delight dances across her eyes.
“See, Daddy? I didn’t move.” She arches her back and sucks in her lower lip. “Can I have my present now?”
I tug my zipper down while taking slow, deliberate steps back to Claire. I prefer to do this naked, but even in my lust-driven state, I’m not foolish enough to get naked in my office building.
“Depends.” I stop behind her and free my cock from my briefs. It jumps free and falls against Claire’s ass with a hefty thud. She squeals in excitement, grabbing the far end of her desk tightly and driving her hips back to feel my length explore more of her body.
“On what?” she asks, starting to move in a more rhythmic manner against me.
“What it is you want.” I bend over, hooking the bottom of Claire’s skirt in a loose grip and slowly dragging it up. I stop at the crest of her ass, finding myself staring for an ungodly length of time at the sliver of black covering my promised land.
Claire giggles, noticing my leering. “You’ve already given it to me. Well, halfway.” She thrusts her hips back, and my manhood slides between her cheeks.
My grip tightens on the hem of her skirt as I try to keep myself upright at the overwhelming pleasure her movement jolts through my body. Enough messing around. I need this.
NOW.
I hoist her skirt up the rest of the way, and as I bring my hands back to my sides, I tear her panties away with them. They sink into a bundled knot around her ankles.
“We can’t have that.” I grab my cock by the base and slide the tip against her. I hold myself steadier this time, still feeling the thrum of satisfaction tickling my nerves. But I’m back in the driver’s seat, so I won’t be tumbling over today. “You’re my good girl. You deserve everything you want and more.”
“Then give it to me,” she whines. “Give it to me now. I want it, Daddy.”
“Ah, fuck,” I roar, forgetting myself for a moment. At this point, I don’t give a shit who hears me. I glide my head through her slickness one last time to soak it as best I can before resting it against her entrance.
Delighted moans escape Claire, and she drops her head against the table. I’m sure it wasn’t intentional, but lowering her front, propping her ass out, and giving me an even better view of the tight, wet hole waiting to be stuffed.
I gulp down, breathing steady to combat my lightheadedness, and plunge my girth into Claire’s depths. Choking back a noise, trying desperately to escape me, Claire doesn’t have the same restraint. I reach over her, but the motion drives me deeper inside, but this time, I manage to still her noises by clasping her mouth shut with my palm.
She sputters against my hand as I start to rock back and forth. Slow and steady, at first. The irony is almost enough to make me chuckle. But soon, the animal inside me takes control, and I’m sliding my full length back before slamming it into her.