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He walks me back, guiding me with his hand around my neck, until I hit the door. The click of the lock sounds. I whimper in protest as he let go of me. He grabs my backside and hoists me up. I squeal in surprise and instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him. Then I moan as he grinds my core againstthe bulge in his trousers. I’m so lost in the delicious feeling that I don’t even notice that he has carried me around his desk until he places me on it. He moves his laptop away then quickly unbuttons my blouse. The cool office air hits my skin and before I know it, my bra is off too. It all happens so quickly, but I can’t dwell on that when his lips enclose around my nipple. Secret nerve pathways light up from my breast down to my aching slit.
“Aidan!” I whisper as he lays me on the hard desktop and moves to focus on my neglected breast. Big, warm palms brush up the overheated skin of my thighs that are still hooked around his hips. My skirt is bounced around my midriff as he plays with the elastic of my panties.
As he stands, the nipple slips out his mouth with a pop. Aidan’s blue eyes are almost black, and he’s breathing hard through his nose as he takes me in, lying there on his desk. I gulp on air as he pulls off his shirt. It’s the first time I’ve seen his chest.
“Oh…” I lick my lips. He’s all toned with defined abs and a dark trail of hair that leads down to his trouser buckle where his hands are resting.
“Keep looking at me like that, little Caitlin. Keep looking at me with those hungry eyes.”
Then he drops his trousers and underwear, and his cock springs free. There’s a surge in my belly so strong, my shoulders come up from the desk.
“Where do you need me?” he asks, but he’s not waiting for an answer. He runs his fingers over my panties. “Do you need me here?”
“Yes, please.” I nod and moan quietly as he keeps the pressure up.
“Yes, please, what?”
“Y-yes, please, Daddy!” Aidan’s mouth parts and his eyelids lower. He likes me calling him Daddy. I bite my lip. “I need you there, Daddy.”
I’m rewarded with a thick finger underneath my panties, pressing in between my lips. I moan and my eyes roll back in my head.
“You have to be quiet, Caitlin. Your dad is just down the hall. You don’t want him to hear what a dirty girl you are, do you?”
Part of medoeswant him to know, but I bite down on both my lips as my knees fall to the sides, giving Aidan better access, begging for more of his touch at the same time as my eyes are glued to his cock that points right up. The head is shining in an angry shade of red and wetness is beading at the tip. I would be happy just doing this, I truly would, but eager butterflies flutter in my chest when Aidan lifts my legs up and pulls the panties off me. They land on the desk next to me, wet proof of how much I want this.
“Hold on to your knees and spread your legs wide for me. That’s it, you’re such a good girl. Such adirtygood girl. My ginger fairy.”
He fists his cock and runs the tip through my folds, up and down. I moan behind my closed lips and spread my knees even wider, whimpering every time it nudges against my swollen clit.
“Finbar’s little virgin. Finbar’s good girl spread out on my desk.”
His words are confusing, but then they are gone, as Aidan presses the tip of his cock to my opening. I gasp at the strange sensation, then whimper as pain sears through my burning desire. My nails make indents into my knees as I force my legsto stay parted.
“It’s okay, love,” Aidan whispers, halting his movement. “It will hurt a bit this one time. Just relax, think about the bigger picture.Theyhurt you more than this will.”
He’s right. A little physical pain is nothing compared to all the nights I’ve cried myself to sleep. “Do it,” I whisper. “Take this away from them.”
His eyes gleam and then he pushes in, and I clamp my lips shut to stop the cry from passing.
How big is he?
Aidan’s eyes glaze over and his jaw drops.
“Y-you’re so tight!”
Then his face twists and his hips buck. I can’t stop the cry, but it’s quickly swallowed by Aidan’s mouth. I release my knees and instead cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. I tremble, but then I notice, Aidan is trembling too.
“Are you okay?” I ask. I soften my grip on him and soothe his skin with my hands.
“What?”
“Are you okay?” I repeat. “Am I too tight?” My concern for him is overshadowing the pain that ripped through my body.
He chokes.
“You are tight, my little fairy, but I’m fine.” He kisses my cheek where I didn’t realise a tear had fallen. “I find it hard to stay still.”
“You can move,” I whisper.
