I roll my eyes. “You think so?”
“I know so. You don’t like being told what to do. You’re still just a rebellious little girl at heart.”
“Asshole. You don’t know me at all.”
“Oh, I think I do. I think you’re soaking wet right now just thinking about fucking your boss on his desk.”
“Fucking… my boss?”
“That’s right. Fucking your boss.” He unbuttons my pants and slides his hand down the front. He passes my panties and I feel him cup my warm, wet pussy. “Soaked already,” he whispers in my ear before kissing me.
His fingers rub my clit and slide inside. I groan and push myself against him tighter. His fingers work my pussy, my clit, driving me wild. I feel my heart hammering in my chest, a deep and booming throb as pleasure courses through my whole body.
God, this is what I needed. I don’t care what he says, what he whispers. I needed this touch so badly it’s driving me insane.
“Okay, asshole,” I whisper in his ear. “You think you know me so well?”
I step back and yank down his pants. He smirks as I pull his boxer briefs off, standing up off his desk. I drop to my knees and take his hard cock in my hand.
I stroke him slowly before taking him in my mouth. I love his taste and how huge he is. I can barely fit him in my mouth, but I push on anyway, trying to take as much of him into my throat as I can.
I gag and look up at him, taking a deep breath and stroking his wet shaft.
He smirks down at me, runs his fingers through my hair and grabs it tight. “You think you can surprise me?” he asks. “You think sucking my cock is a huge surprise? Avery, every day you stare at me, wondering when you’ll get to feel me in your throat again. You’re practically begging me to fuck you with those pretty eyes of yours.”
“Asshole,” I say. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about, sweet Avery.” He grabs my hair tight, pulling my head back. I gasp but keep stroking his huge, rock-hard cock. “You love this. You love getting your hair pulled, your mouth stretched open. You stayed late because you want to feel my cock deep between your legs.”
“No,” I whisper.
“Liar.” His smirk drives me wild.
He pushes me forward and I take him into my mouth again. I suck him hard and fast, pissed off that he thinks he knows me so well, and even more pissed off that he’s totally right.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I want is this man, his cock in my mouth, his lips on my pussy. I want to feel him lick and suck me until I come so hard, I can barely breathe.
But most of all, I want him to fuck me.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard. He tugs my pants down and slides my panties off, slapping my firm ass. He moves around and pushes me down over his desk, bending me over and kneeling behind me.
I look over my shoulder as he licks me from behind, ass spread wide. His tongue slides inside my pussy and licks my clit, sending waves of pleasure and desire rolling through my body.
He stands back up, hard cock in his hand. He grabs my hair and pulls me back against him.
“Tell me this is what you want,” he whispers in my ear.
“Please,” I say. “I want it so badly.”
“If you want it badly enough, you’ll do something for me.”
“What? Anything.”
He cups my face and pulls my chin around, over my shoulder, to kiss me. I moan into his kiss as his fingers tease my pussy from behind, rubbing my clit, sliding deep inside of me.
“I need you to call me Daddy,” he whispers.
I bite my lip, eyes wide. “Daddy.”
“That’s right. You need me to take care of you, Avery. You don’t have a man in your life anymore, and I can tell that’s all you need to keep you happy. I’ll be that man. I’ll take care of you, give you what you need, and I’ll fuck your tight little pussy whenever you ask me nicely. Can you handle it, sweet Avery? Call me Daddy and I’ll give you more than you could ever dream of asking.”
His cock is so hard, his fingers feel so good, and I’m bent over his desk, completely naked. His shirt hangs open, showing off his muscular chest and abs, and I can’t help myself.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Please, Daddy.”
His eyes blaze with desire. He pushes me down and spanks my ass hard.
“Good girl,” he says. He spanks me again, even harder. “Say it again.”
“Daddy,” I moan. “Why are you spanking me?”
“Because you’ve been so fucking bad,” he says. He spanks me harder. “You fight me at every turn. But not right now. Tonight, you’re going to obey.”