He starts fucking my mouth really hard, and I start to see stars.
It's getting hard to breathe, but at the same time, I want to pleasure him more and more and more—-
Stone's grip suddenly tightens, and I almost choke as his cock plunges back into my mouth one last time.
Cum shoots down my throat, and as I taste its sticky, salty heat, I feel the folds of my pussy swell as my own creamy pleasure trickles down my legs.
Stone
It's another day at work, and I'm once again forced to pretend I don't give a fuck when I see through my private office's two-way window that another delivery has arrived. They've been coming nonstop for the entire week, and all of them are for my secretary, whom I also can't publicly claim as my baby girl.
The other female employees crowd around Mary's desk, and I can tell from their expressions that they're teasing my baby girl about other men.
Shit!
I stalk out of my office, and an awkward silence immediately falls over the room.
Mary clears her throat as she rises to her feet. "Do you need anything, sir?"
I look at the flowers on her desk, and my lip curls. "Only if you aren't too busy receiving flowers from your admirers."
Mary quickly shakes her head. "No, sir."
"Emir Sheikh Khalil's lawyers have emailed us a new set of revisions. Print it out, and we'll go over them in my office."
"Yes, sir."
Those words used to please me, but right now I'd like it better if she called me by my name.
No one here knows that I'm Mary's sugar fucking daddy, and the fact has been grating on my nerves the whole damn week. All of them think I'm merely just 'sir' or 'Mr. Verhoff' to her, and that's why they think it's fine to tease my baby girl about the assholes she met through that speed dating shit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
It never used to bother me when the woman I was fucking would be linked to other guys, but where my secretary-turned-mistress is concerned, I've found myself acting out of character at every turn.
Ten more minutes pass before a knock sounds on my door, and I have to tighten my fingers around the armrests of my chair so I'm not tempted to haul her in as she enters my office.
"What the hell took you so long?" I growl.
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
Fuck.
I know what she's doing. I know she's trying to tease me out of my bad mood, and fuck, fuck, fuck, but it's working.
"If you're really sorry," I snarl, "then come here and make your daddy happy."
Her gaze dips down to my crotch, and I nearly groan when I see her Mona Lisa smile form over her sweet, rosy-pink lips.
God, she's hot.
Scarlett once described Mary's smile just like that. A Mona Lisa smile. But at that time, I didn't believe Nic's niece, and it's probably because all Mary had allowed me to see was her serious side.
Now, however...
Her dark eyes are lovely and mysterious like always, and I like how everything about Mary is just so fucking subtle. Even the way she walks is beguiling, her every step slow and graceful, and her hips barely swaying. Nothing about her overtly reveals her feelings, but the moment she comes close, that's when her body trembles...and she's no longer able to hide how much she wants me.
"Oh, Daddy..."
Her tone is teasing and breathless, and it's just making me want her more. My blood heats up as I watch her slowly unzip her slacks—-
Holy fuck!
"Where the hell are your panties?"
She flashes another Mona Lisa smile, and my body clenches with lust. "Now you know why I'm late." She comes forward to straddle my lap, and I suck my breath in as Mary slowly unzips my pants to pull out my throbbing and wildly twitching cock.
Big dark eyes peer up at me. "Are you still angry with me, Daddy?"
I can't answer, with Mary already impaling herself on my cock.
FUUUUUUUUUCK!
My baby girl starts riding me, and it's just too fucking good, just so goddamn good I'm unable to keep myself from cupping her breasts—-
Mary bites her lip hard as I start pinching and playing with her nipples, and a smirk curves over my lips.
"Are you trying to keep yourself from making noise, baby girl?"
Her lips part in a silent cry, and all she can do is nod as she starts riding me faster and faster.
"The more you hold back," I whisper, "the more it makes me want to hear you scream."
Her eyes widen in horror. "Stone—-"
But it's too late for her.
I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back so I can claim her mouth with a kiss, and as she gasps against my lips, I reach between our bodies—-
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
And that's fucking it.
My baby girl is mewling against my mouth, the outside world be damned, and in moments we're both cumming again, and Mary is sobbing my name out over and over as her body jerks and buckles over mine.