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His hands fall back to his side. “One more chance, then, baby girl or I’ll have to give you real discipline.” He maneuvers until he’s the one leaning against the desk as I kneel before him. He arches a brow arrogantly, commanding me with a stern look.
I quiver and apply myself, taking him in all the way until the cockhead hits the back of my throat. He grunts his approval and palms my neck, silently telling me he wants me to swallow him down as I’ve learned to do this past year. I take a deep breath and breathe through my nose as he slowly enters my tight passage until my lips can kiss the base of his cock.
I catch a glimpse of us in the plate glass window of his high-rise office. The sight of us takes my breath away. There I am on my knees in my white teddy with my breasts straining obscenely against the lace. My high heels press into my butt cheeks.
Con leans decadently against his office desk, one hand bracing himself against the dark wood, the other hand fisting my hair into a ponytail. He’s fully dressed—only his pants are unzipped. The scene is pornographic and beautiful.
Slowly, cautiously, he withdraws. “That’s my darling girl.” He rubs his thumb across my cheek. “Now I’m going to fill that hot needy cunt of yours.”
“Yes, fill me with your come.” I nod eagerly.
“I will.” He swoops down and lifts me into his arms and throws me onto the sofa—one that’s already been recovered a half dozen times this year. He tears at his clothes. Buttons ping against the paneled walls. Shoes go flying. Clothes are flung over his shoulder and then it’s my turn to be attacked. His fingers curl around the red bow and gives it a tug.
My breasts spill out, decadent mounds begging for his touch.
“Your tits look bigger,” he observes. He palms them and bounces them lightly in his hand. “Heavier, too.”
I swallow a secretive smile. “They need kisses,” I tell him.
He kneels beside the sofa and softly tongues one tender nipple and then the other. He plays with me, paying me back for my earlier teasing. I shift restlessly on the sofa. “Con, stop toying with me. I need you.”
“Show me where,” he orders, his mouth still around one breast.
I shove my hand between my legs. “Here. I ache here. Make the hurt go away.” I push out my lower lip in a pout.
He places a kiss on the inside of my elbow. “Is it here that it hurts?”
I shake my head. “Lower.”
He moves to my wrist, holding it by my belly. “Here?”
His hot breath washes against my throbbing pussy. I push my hips up. “No, lower.”
He scoots down a fraction of an inch. “I don’t see any signs of injury,” he observes.
This is my punishment for not blowing him like I should’ve. This is what I get for all my sass. One of these days I’m going to learn my lesson. I’m going to spend a lifetime learning. Wriggling, I try to position my body so that his mouth is right where I want it, but the maddening man backs up.
“Con,” I wail. “If you don’t fuck me in the next ten seconds, I’m going to explode.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” He levers himself over me, spreads my lips with one hand and pierces me in one sharp movement. The invasion is expected yet still shocks me. The way he possesses me when he fucks never fails to thrill. With every stroke, he claims me anew.
He knows—has always known—where to press and push and plunge with the exact right pressure.
“You’re so big, Con. You barely fit.”
His head dips down and a long, low groan of pleasure echoes in my ear. He kisses me, slanting his mouth possessively over mine. With each down stroke, he rubs against my clit, carrying me to higher planes of ecstasy. How did I live before I had Con between my legs and in my heart? It was only mere survival. I wasn’t complete until he became mine and I became his.
He fills me up—not only with his cock, but with his desire, his need, his love. I return it all fully. “I love you, baby girl,” he purrs. “Your pussy is the sweetest heaven I’ve ever had the fortune to touch. You are so fucking hot and tight and soft, I never want to leave your sweet cunt.”
I claw at his back as Con increases his speed and practically nails me to the sofa with each powerful thrust. But it’s not enough—I want him so deep that I’ll never be free ever again. “Deeper, Daddy, please deeper,” I moan.
He reaches down to grab my leg and bends it until my knee is practically at my shoulder, opening me up even more. This position changes Con’s angle just enough so that he’s now rubbing against a sensitive spot deep inside and I go wild, bucking up hard against him as he rams me. I can feel his shaft getting even harder and thicker now and I know he’s close to the edge too.
