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“It’s actually one I used at a restaurant I used to work at.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “They always had a long reservation wait, so we used this to schedule tables. They used me as a hostess sometimes and I picked it up really quick.”

Pride grows in my chest. “You’re very smart. This isn’t easy to use, and I’ve been through a dozen admins that couldn’t get it.”

She blushes at my compliment. “I did well in school.”

I don’t ask her which school, because we both know she means high school. If she’s remotely close to twenty, I’ll sell my company on eBay.

I lean in closer, wanting to have her lips on mine. Just as I do, there is a knock on the door. “That will be your breakfast,” I say, kissing her on the tip of her nose.

It’s not exactly what I wanted, but it’s enough for now. I stand up and adjust my cock, because being this close to her is always painful. When I’m within touching distance of her, he can’t seem to stop wanting to bury himself in one of her warm, wet places.

There is an older woman delivering the food today, and I’m happy to note that the cafeteria staff here got the memo I sent. I don’t want other men in here with Kennedy. Brock is enough to have my mind racing, and I know he has no interest in her.

Once the woman leaves, I set the table for Kennedy and then sit down. This time I pat my lap and she walks over to me, sitting down on my leg gingerly. I grab her waist and pull her to me tightly, not liking the distance she is trying to maintain.

“You eat, and I’ll play,” I say, kissing her neck and letting my palm run over her body.

“Yes, Mason,” she breathes as her legs part slightly. My cock is throbbing at the sight. I know that she wants my touch. Welcomes it.

I wait until she takes a bite of food, and then I rub my hand up her thigh and to her stomach. “You need to eat more. You’re too thin. I want you to clean your plate today.”

Running my hand higher, I rub her breasts, feeling their softness under her dress. Her nipples harden and I can feel the tight buds through the material. I slip my hand down the top of her dress and cup one breast in my hand. I feel the weight of the soft flesh and pinch the tiny peak.

She moans at the touch, and I smile. “You like that?”

She nods as she takes another bite, and I move my hand to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

“You’re so fucking innocent in this dress today. It makes me think you’re a virgin, so pure and untouched.” Pink colors her cheeks, and I wonder if it’s because she’s done this so many times before me. It doesn’t matter, though. I don’t plan on letting her slip from my grasp. “Why don’t you pretend with me today, sweetie? You can play the virgin, and I can play the man who’s coming to take your cherry.”

“Mason,” she whispers and looks down at her lap. I pinch her nipple again, and she moans, then nods her head. “I think I can manage that.”

“Good girl.” I look at her plate to see she’s finished everything I put on it, and I smile. “Now that you’ve finished your breakfast, let’s get you dessert.”

I reach down and unbutton my slacks, freeing my cock. Kennedy licks her lips, and her eyes widen at the sight of it. A pearl of cum forms on the tip of my cock, but I hold her back.

“Stand up and take off your panties. Then I want you to straddle my lap and show me your cunt.”

She blinks and bites her lip, but finally rises and does as I ask. She spreads her legs, and I push her dress up, exposing her wet pinkness.

“Use both hands to hold your dress out of my way. I want to see that virgin pussy and cover it with my cock cream.”

Her fingers twitch as she takes the hem and fists it with her fingers, showing me her most delicate spot. I stroke my shaft, slowly at first and then rougher. Her glistening lips make me ache to sink into her. I stare at her cunt and lick my lips, dying for a taste. Reaching out my left hand, I swipe my thumb across her wet clit and bring it to my mouth. I moan at her flavor and repeat the motion again. One rub on her clit and then back into my mouth. Over and over, the same thing. She wiggles on my lap, and I can see her arousal drip out of her cunt and run down the cheeks of her ass.

“You’re so turned on your pussy is leaking,” I say, a little laugh in my voice.

She blushes and dips her chin, but I shake my head.

“It makes me so fucking hot to see you drip like this. I want the insides of your thighs constantly wet for me. I want it to be easy for me to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you. I want you always in a dress with no panties so I’ve got easy access. I want to be able to get my cock off as soon as it twitches.”

I scoop up a drop that’s leaked out and bring it to my mouth. I growl at the taste. It’s getting sweeter the more turned on she is. I bring my thumb back and thrust it inside her pussy, fucking her with it. The thick digit is hard to get inside, but her wetness allows for a quick glide.

“Goddamn, Kennedy, you’re so fucking tight. My cock is going to have to break you in. You’ll need to be able to fit me in there, so we’ll have to practice fucking a lot.”

She contracts around my thumb and I know she likes the idea of my cock being in her. I want her bare, without anything between us, because my seed needs to breed her. The thought of getting her pregnant makes my balls ache to fill her with everything they hold.

Stroking my cock, I feel my orgasm approaching, and I point my tip at her opening. I’m thrusting my thumb in and out of her tight channel, and I allow my body to release onto it. Ropes of thick cum land on my thumb and her entrance, and I push as much as can into her. I feel her tight pussy pulse on me as she arches a little and her legs tense up.