Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“No, what I wanted was to get some work done.” He rolls the chair closer to the desk and reaches around me to straighten the paperwork I dislodged earlier. He sighs. “What a mess.”
Somehow, this has gotten all turned around in my head. I lift myself up a little and rub my breasts against his face. “Are you sure you want to work right now?”
“Work waits for no one.”
“Please, Jonas.” I’m whining a little but I can’t seem to help it. “Please don’t stop.”
“First you don’t want anything I can give you, and now you want everything.” He sits back in his chair and eyes me. “So much for the little princess act.”
I lean forward again and, this time, he catches my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. The second he releases me, I eagerly cup my other breast and offer it as well. Jonas gives it the same treatment, making me squirm in his lap. I play with my wet nipples as he watches, feeling so fucking filthy that I can’t stand it. “You said it yourself. I’m not a princess. I’m a slut.” I unbutton his shirt with quick flicks of my fingers. “I need you to keep making me feel good.”
“You don’t seem to need me to do much at all.” He watches as I spread his shirt and run my nails lightly down his chest. Despite the bored expression on his face, his cock jumps in response. “You’re doing a fine job yourself.”
“I do need you, though.” I unfasten his slacks, moving slow, and peel them away from his cock. He finally takes some pity on me and lifts his hips so he can shove his pants down to his thighs. Finally. I wrap my fist around his cock and rub my pussy up and down his length. “You’re so big.”
“What would your father say if he say if he knew you were rubbing yourself all over my cock?”
I lift myself up enough to notch his cock at my entrance. “I’m not my father’s little princess anymore.” I sink down onto him in a smooth move. All the earlier fucking has made room, and it’s a seamless descent. We both gasp when he’s finally seated deep within me. I reach back to brace myself on the desk, giving him a perfect view of my body as I ride him slowly. I drag in a breath. “But I am my Daddy’s baby girl.”
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Jonas curses and then his hands are on me and he’s leaning forward to kiss my breasts. “That’s right. You’re a dirty little slut who needs her Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes,” I moan. “I can’t get enough.”
“I ought to chain you to my fucking desk.” He thrusts up as I sink down, impaling himself deeper yet. “I’ll keep this perfect pussy wet and ready for me all the time.” Another rough thrust. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Blake? To be my toy. For me to spend the day playing with you.” He kisses me hard. “If you promise to be quiet, I’ll let you ride my cock during work calls, just like you are right now.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I gasp. “No one will know that you’re about to make me come.”
“Liar.” The word holds none of the sharpness from before. “You’ll be screaming and I’ll have to explain that I need to go because my baby girl’s pussy requires attending to.”
“It’s not my fault.” I slam down onto him and circle my hips. It feels so good, I keep doing it. “You make me crazed. I can’t get enough of your cock. It’s so big, it fills me so good.”
Jonas loops an arm around my waist and lifts me up to set me on the desk. Papers go flying but neither of us care because he’s using the new position to fuck me. Long rough strokes that jolt my entire body with impact. He’s so deep, I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I grip the edge of the desk to hold myself in place, letting him fuck me harder.
I come on the next stroke. My orgasm bows my back and Jonas drags me even closer to him, bending down to take my mouth as he drives into me. The pleasure feels too big for my body, as if it’s transcended the physical and put us on an entirely different level. I can do nothing but cling to him as he finishes, pumping me full of his come.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “Maybe you should chain me to your desk because I could get used to this.” It’s just pleasure drugging my brain, removing the brakes that should be in place. There’s nothing to get used to because tonight is our last day together. The realization feels bitter in the extreme.