Daddy. Unf. I love hearing him call himself that. Wondering whether this is a welcome distraction or an unwelcome one, I slide my finger across his belt buckle.

He threads his fingers through my hair, watching me. Waiting to see what I’m going to do next. Would it make me a cliché to go down on him? If he were anyone else I was insanely attracted to, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it. I want the man who I think about constantly to feel as good as he makes me feel.

Jeez. How about I stop overthinking thinks for five minutes? Giving a blow job doesn’t make me a groupie.

I hook my finger into the leather and pull the loop free, then the buckle. Looking up at him, I lick my lips. He couldn’t be more focused on what I’m doing. I can see the outline of his length through his jeans and the zipper slides down quickly from the pressure. Grasping the waistband of his underwear, I help his cock spring free and take the first taste of him. The tip is dark and shiny with blood and hot against my tongue. I lick him until he’s wet and then enclose him with my mouth, sucking slowly.

The sound of his breathing growing faster is delicious. “Jesus, you’re good at sucking cock.”

The appreciation in his voice makes desire dart through me. I wriggle my knees a little wider and arch my back.

“Daddy,” I whisper, licking the head of his cock. “May I play with myself?”

“Mm, yes, baby. You want to come with my cock in your mouth?”

I suck him back between my lips and nod. My other hand delves down between my legs, and I start to moan with my mouth full of him as I touch my clit.

“Good girl,” he groans, sitting up and gathering my hair up with his hands so he can watch me.

I work my clit back and forth at the same speed as I move my mouth up and down his length. The dual sensations have me moaning in pleasure and I can feel myself rushing toward my peak. As I come, I shove him all the way to the back of my throat, the pressure making me come harder.

Rush inhales sharply and drags me by the shoulder and by my hair off his cock, his chest lifting and falling hard.

“But you were going to come,” I say, licking the saliva off my lower lip. He watches me do it, his eyes stormy.

“Get up here so I can fuck you.” He pulls me to my feet and sits me on his desk. “What’s in my pocket?”

I feel inside each one. In his left back pocket, I find a silver guitar pick. The sight of it makes my stomach swoop, unleashing a memory of an angry face being pushed into mine.

You took it didn’t you, you thieving bitch.

I take a deep breath. Don’t think about that now. Focus on Rush.

I slip the pick back into his pocket and keep searching. In his front right pocket, my fingers close around a foil packet. I pull it out with a smile and rip it open. He watches me roll the condom down his length, squeezing it into place at the base of his cock.

He gathers my ass in his hands and pulls me forward on the desk. Our heads are together, his silver hair tangling with my dark strands. Slowly, he thrusts into me, his teeth sunk into his lower lip as he watches his cock slide in and out of me.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he whispers. When he looks up at me, his eyes are gleaming. I melt into him with each thrust.

I want to melt more. I want to forget. Seeing that guitar pick set me off and now I need something vicious.

“Daddy, could you …”

“Yes, baby?” he murmurs, kissing my throat.

I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s never freaked out before by my crazy requests. He wants crazy with me.

“Could you talk to me like you hate me?”

Rush goes still. I think he’s going to say no, he won’t, and that my request is fucked up.

Instead, he pushes me back onto my hands and tilts my chin up to his. “Sure, baby. Hate you how much?”

Sure, baby. Not, Huh? Why do you want that? I don’t have to explain it. I want it because I want it, and he gets that.

I lick my lips in anticipation. “Crank it up to ten. You absolutely loathe my guts and wish I would die.”

“You got it.”

He kisses me tenderly, and when he pulls away, his face is a snarl. He grabs my throat and squeezes hard. “Listen here, you fucking bitch. You think you’re such hot shit but all you are is a couple of holes to fuck.”

Adrenalin spikes through me at the pure venom in his words and expression. He starts pounding me harder, and even his thrusts feel mean.

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