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I don’t hear him hang up or say goodbye. I get entranced in what I’m doing, wanting more of his precome in my mouth. I moan around him and drop my hand to my own hard erection, straining against the fly of my pants. “Do not touch your dick until I tell you.” My eyes flip up to Quin and I see the headset no longer on his head. I whimper around his cock, but move my hand to his thigh, gripping it tightly to keep my hands off my dick. “Open wide, boy. I’m going to fuck your mouth.” Sliding closer to him, I open my mouth and let Quin slide his impressive length in and out of my mouth while I sit there and take it. It’s hard not to gag and choke, but I keep it to a minimum and close my eyes, letting the tears and spit coat my face while I make my Daddy feel good. His grunts and groans fill the office and I could have jerked myself to orgasm from his sounds alone.
Standing from his chair but with his cock still in my mouth, Quin grabs both sides of my head and thrusts into my mouth, making me gag, but there’s no way I’m taking his cock from my throat. He tastes like heaven and I love that he’s using my mouth to get off. I glow from the attention and how I’m making him feel.
Squeezing my eyes shut is the only thing that is helping keep my orgasm at bay, but my Daddy is having none of that. “Look at me,” he commands and my eyes flick up to his. He slows down his thrusts and rest a hand under my chin. He thumbs through the mess of tears and spit on my face and my eyes flutter. It’s a fight to open them and look at him once more. “You’re beautiful with a mouth full of my cock, mouse. So fucking gorgeous.”
As much as I want to, I can’t look away from his intense stare. Reaching up, I grab his shaft and meet his thrusts, stretching my mouth wider to get more of him in. “Just like that, baby boy. Your hand feels so good on me. You know what Daddy likes, huh?” I nod as much as I can while bobbing on his cock, not letting him escape from my lips. Quin drags a hand through my hair and pulls me in closer, shoving to the back of my throat. I try to breathe through my nose, but I keep gagging and spit leaks from my mouth. No way I’m letting that get in the way of what I’m doing. Unfortunately, Quin has other ideas and pulls out of my mouth.
The whimper I let out is shameful and I follow his dick forward, trying to close my mouth around it again. Quin backs up and offers me a hand, stroking his cock slowly. When I stand, I go to clean my face off, but he stops me with his tone. “Did I tell you to do that?”
“No, Daddy,” I answer automatically and drop my hand.
“Pants off, then I want you to sit on my desk. I don’t have a condom and lube, but I can suck you until you lose your mind.” That sounds good, but I need him inside me.
Shakily, I reach a hand into my pocket and produce the condom and lube packet and hand it to him. “Use these, Daddy.” My voice shakes as much as my hand and I drop my eyes so he can’t see how fucking nervous I am. While Quin and I have fucked before, I’ve never taken the lead like this. This is … new. Scary. Fucking arousing.
Quin pulls me in and gives me a sloppy kiss, not caring about the mess on my face. Grabbing me under my ass, he lifts me and plops me on the desk, shoving his keyboard out of way.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he looks at his watch. “We have to hurry before everyone gets back. Might be fast and rough. Tell me ‘orange’ now if you can’t take that.”
“Green. Green, green, green.” Taking my mouth again in a blazing kiss, Quin takes my breath away completely before he pulls away and works my slacks down my legs. They’ll be wrinkled as fuck later, but I don’t mind. I don’t care if the others know what we were up to.
I step out of my pants quickly, kicking them to the side before I turn around and bend over the desk. He steps between my legs and his fingers dance down to my hole, sliding two slicked fingers into me. The slice of pain has me wincing, but I tell Quin we’re green before he tries to stop. Throwing my head back, I let out a long moan while he moves his fingers in and out of me, pushing against my spot. “If we weren’t pressed for time, I would edge you, make you wait to come for what you did while I was on the phone. But I need inside you. We’ll think about a punishment later.” I nod frantically, not really caring about a punishment while his fingers are in me.
After he stretches me, Quin flips me over and puts me on his desk. Tossing my legs over his shoulders, Quin lines his cock up to my hole and starts to ease inside. It’s a struggle, but I keep my eyes on his, watching how he bites his lip and lets out a long breath when he’s bottomed out. I shudder with need and fight the flutter of my lashes to keep them on my Daddy. “That’s it, baby boy,” he croons, then moves his hips back. “Take my dick.” Quin thrusts back into me quickly and I yelp, followed by an equally loud moan. “You okay?”
“So okay. So green. You’re just … green. So green.” I’ve told Quin repeatedly how intense he is, how every minor thing he does never seems that minor. A simple thrust inside shouldn’t have my body tingling and my breath coming out in sharp bursts.
Quin does not hold back as he fucks me. Holding my thighs in a tight grip, Quin thrusts into me deep and fast like he promised, hitting my prostate with each stroke and his cock touching every part of my walls. I toss my head back and moan, unable to do anything more while in this position. I’m at his mercy and I fucking love it.
“Damn, baby boy, you feel good.So good.” Quin bends his knees and angles his hips up and I yelp again. I shake my head when he tries to slow down and grit out a short “green” so he knows that yelp was not in pain. The complete opposite. It’s the only noise I can make because moans aren’t really cutting it anymore.
Clawing at his desk, I clamp my eyes shut to keep from touching myself. Quin hasn’t given me permission.
I must be obvious, because Quin grasps my leaking cock, making me cry out and arch my back. Slowly, he pumps me off, his hand going all the way down to my base and dragging up lazily, rubbing a thumb over the head of me. His slow hand job and how fast and hard he’s fucking me is a contradiction and I’m losing my mind, coming undone.
“Faster?” Quin asks, grunting with each thrust.
“Please, Daddy.”
When he lets my cock go, I almost cry until he says, “Touch your dick, baby. I want to watch you come for me.”
I take myself in hand and start to stroke. Quin speeds up, cock pounding into me hard enough to slide me up the desk and making my head bump his monitors. I couldn’t give a fuck less. A sex injury is worth it for the dicking he’s giving me. “Can I come, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby, but don’t let it get on your clothes.” He struggles to get that string of words out as he swivels his hips into me.
My orgasm seems to have heard Quin give me the command. Five strokes of my cock is all it takes for me to come in my palm, and I struggle not to let it drip on my clothes.
“Give me your hand,” Quin tells me, bending me almost in half while he fucks me in quick, deep strokes. “Let me taste you.”
Reaching up at an awkward angle, I hold my hand up to Quin, my palm close to his mouth. He grabs it quickly and drags his tongue over my hand. He laps and sucks all the come from my hand and all I can do is take his dick and moan at the sucking sensation on my fingers.
When he has my hand clean, my Daddy lowers his mouth to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. My oversensitive prostate is screaming in protest but I would never dream of telling Quin to stop. He’s pushing me past the point of pleasure and has me teetering on the edge of pain, but it feels fucking amazing.
“Almost there, baby,” Quin groans, squeezing my ass. “Damn, your ass is so tight. So good, baby boy.” I whimper, then clench around Quin, making his curse and his strokes falter. A few strokes later, he stills over me, his face a beautiful mask of pleasure.
Although I know we should be getting ourselves together and trying to look like weweren’tfucking in his office, Quin makes no move to let me up. And I don’t try to move from under him. After taking greedy pulls of air to come down from an intense orgasm, Quin takes my lips in a delicious kiss. Quin is hands down the best lay of my life and it’s even better that he’s my boyfriendandmy daddy.
Time would hold no meaning and I would be content to lay here forever with his tongue in my mouth and his hard body over me, but I know everyone will be back soon. While we can do nothing about the scent of sex in the air, wecango get lunch because of how much we just worked up an appetite.
