Page 73 of Mr. Devereaux


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“If it’s in your bed, then yes.”

My dick just about doubles in size. Fuck me.

“And if I ask you to sleep in your own room, Charlize?”

“Then I will obey, Mr. Devereaux. Sleeping is overrated anyway.”

I hold my laughter. I can’t have her thinking I’m some good guy who only has her best interests at heart. While I do in most parts, I still want her to ride my face. I may never get enough of it.

“Come here,” I demand.

Her lips part. She doesn’t move.

I give her a stern look. “Now.”

She scrambles to her feet, and it’s then I realise she’s not exactly made for such high heels. The fact she wore them to impress me, makes me want her all the more.

I push my chair backward so she can slide in front of me, her butt resting on the edge of my desk.

“Tell me what you look like in this outfit.”

She stares down at me as I try to keep my focus on her face. “Your naughty little secretary?”

I press my lips together. “Try again.”

“Your dirty little secret?”

“I think you can do better.”

She thinks for a second, then she smiles. “Daddy’s dirty little whore who’s begging you to take me.”

Holy fuck. That I did not expect.

I try to keep my voice even. “That’s right. Daddy’s dirty little whore. Undo your blouse.”

She fumbles with the buttons but it delights me how she does exactly what I say, when I say. I don’t mind a little push back, but this is glorious to witness.

“You know I can see your nipples through that blouse.”

She frowns. “I’m wearing a bra.” She spreads her blouse wide to show me.

“Come closer.”

She does and I reach up and yank one side of her bra down. Her perfect tit popping out right in front of my face. I cup it and suck her nipple into my mouth and she groans.

“Shh,” I tell her. “It won’t do you any good to let my staff hear you, will it Princess?”

Her hands reach into my hair. “No, Daddy.”

“Do you know how hard you make Daddy’s cock?” I suck, nip and lave her nipple until she’s squirming in my arms. But I’m not going to give her relief right now. She’s going to have to earn it.

“Let me feel.”

I spread my legs and her hand dips between them to feel my swollen cock. I suck her nipple harder, trying to get more of her breast in my mouth as I knead and play with the other one. I’m annoyed and frustrated with my conversation with Timothy about fuckface Jeremy. This is what I do when I’m stressed.

“Oh, God,” she groans. “You’re so hard. Please let me take care of you.”

“Not here.”

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