I watch in fascination as she fingers herself, her head dipping back, her lips parting, and I remember when I wrongfully watched her masturbate. Fuck, I don’t know who’s enjoying this more. I ache to fist my cock and match her pump for pump.
“I can smell your arousal,” I groan, shocked by my own confession. The alcohol is taking the lead, causing my mind to confuse right and wrong. I want to throw her off my desk and demand she leaves, but I’m too captivated by her. Her boldness to come in here and offer herself to me… Does she know how deprived I’ve been for the taste of something delectable and forbidden? The way she touches herself…
She slowly pulls her finger out and brings it to my lips. “Open, Mr. Winters.” Fuck, this is wrong, but my lips part anyway, allowing her to insert her coated finger. The savage beast in me snaps, and I attack, sucking her clean. “See what you’re missing out on, Mr. Wint—”
My hand snaps to her hair, and I grab a chunk, pulling tight. “Stop calling me that,” I growl, mad at how turned on I am by it.
“What do you want me to call you? Daddy? You could be my daddy.”
My grip on her tightens, and a moan falls off her fuckable lips. “I bet you want me to be your daddy. Punish you. Punish this mouth. These tits. This pussy.” Shit, I’m losing my damn mind. I release my grip around her wrist and shove a finger so deep inside her, my knuckle prevents me from going any further. “This what you want, naughty girl? To have Daddy punish you?” She releases a soft moan, and it ignites the forbidden fire inside me.
If I had any willpower before to stay away from this illicit attraction, it’s gone now. I power into her, adding a second finger. I watch her eyes become heavy, and her teeth bite at her lower lip. I’m lost to her scent. Her moans. I’m going to hell, but not before I have a taste of her sweet cunt. I push at her chest and tug on her thighs, forcing her to lay back against my desk. My head dips, and I cover her pussy, sucking her instantly into my mouth. Any pretense of being gentle is gone, but this naughty little girl doesn’t want me to be.
“Yes…so hungry, Daddy—”
I bite the inside of her thigh, sending her back off the desk. “You’re asking for this. You’re taunting me to be bad.” I shove my tongue inside her, thrusting in and out. I don’t realize how hungry I’ve truly been for pussy until her taste washes over my tongue. I’m rough and quick, ruthlessly eating her out. Her hips squirm under my hold, bucking her swollen pussy into my face. Whimpers pour from her mouth as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. She’s not getting off that easily. I release her and stand, my cock at full mast.
“Get up.”
Fire burns in her eyes at thinking I’m going to deny her. Her lips form into a cute little pout, tempted to disobey me. She’s going to get exactly what she asked for. “Get up, unless you don’t want this cock. Maybe I’ll fuck you with something else. We can shuffle through my desk to see what turns you on. The stout of my aged to perfection bottle of bourbon? Or how about my long paperweight—”
“I want your cock.” Her eyes dilate, and my dick expands. She sits up and slides off my desk, giving away her eagerness for me.
“Then turn over.” Grasping her arm, I whip her around and push her taut little body back down against my desk. I push her skirt up to get a perfect view of her firm ass, her smooth skin like porcelain.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Adrenaline shoots through me as I spank her, each slap marking my palm into her bare skin. Gripping my fingers into her ass, I spread her open. “Have you ever been fucked here, naughty girl?” My thumb presses against her hole, and she squirms, shoving her ass back at me. I drop my mouth and swirl my tongue around her hole.
“Oh, God, you are a bad daddy,” she pants.
“I’m a bad daddy, all right. Your cunt may be able to take my fingers and my tongue, but my cock is going to ruin your tight little pussy.” With her hole lubed up from my tongue, I push my finger inside her ass.
Her moan causes my dick to swell, my pre-cum saturating the inside of her thigh. “You made a mistake coming in here and taunting me. You think you can handle a man like me?”
“I’ve been fantasizing about you for weeks. I’m not scared of what you can do to me. I’m scared of what you won’t do.” I push my finger deeper. Dammit, she shouldn’t want this. She should be scared. Tell me to stop. Run the fuck out of here. My cock throbs to be in her ass. Her mouth. Her sweet, tight cunt.