“That’s better.” I curl my fingers and stroke her G spot. Her face turns red as she forgets to breathe. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers. Squeezing me with those sweet walls. Tell me how much you love it.”
“God, yes. I love it so much.” She convulses and lunges her hips off the table, dragging me deeper and then scissoring her thighs over my hand and arm to keep me in place. Fuck, I love this woman.
Moments later, she climbs off the desk and drops to her knees. “You’ve got me so hot; I can’t think straight.”
The loud, unzipping sound fills the room as she unleashes my cock and sucks me deep into her mouth. “Jesus,” I hiss as her tongue works over me. She alternates between sucking and teasing me with her tongue. “That feels so good.” I grab her head. “But not good enough.”
I fuck her face until stars fill my eyes. She’s a mixture of sweet and sexy sin, and I’ll never get enough of it.
A tear streaks down her cheek as she digs her nails into my hips and grinds her thighs together and all thoughts of my pleasure take a backseat.
“Stop.” I pull out from her mouth and groan as she wipes the spit from her chin with the back of her hand. Focus on her. Her needs surpass mine.
“What’s wrong?” She blinks.
I grab her chin. “Baby, you’re doing nothing wrong. You could never do anything wrong. But I need to be deep inside you. I can’t get you pregnant with my baby if I’m spilling my seed in your mouth.”
“You’re really serious about that?” The softness on her face assures me that she wants the same thing I do.
“Yes. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”
“Son!” A deep voice bellows from the next room, making me regret giving my parents a key to my place.
This is not good. I freeze with her still kneeling at my feet. “That’s my dad.”
“What?” Her eyes widen as she tries to stand, and then recognition settles over her features. “Shit. I don’t have my pants on.”
Watching her scramble for her jeans is admirable. “Dad. Give me a second.”
“No. We need to talk.”
“Fuck.” She stares at the door with her jeans in her hand.
“Desk.” I tip my head to the other side of the desk, and she scampers behind it.
The knob turns, not giving me any time to fasten my pants. I slip onto my chair and slide it forward. Luckily, it’s a huge desk, so there’s room for both my legs and her scrunched body with room to spare.
I lay my arms on the desk while he barges his way inside. “What are you doing here?”
“Why haven’t you returned my calls?” He rakes his hand through his hair and paces in front of my desk.
“I’ve been out of town today, and yesterday I was busy. And I thought I made it clear that I’m not kissing your ass any longer.”
He stops mid-step and glares. “But you should return my calls. It’s a sign of respect for all I’ve done for you.”
My jaw tights. “All you’ve done for me? Okay, I’ll give you credit. You raised me, and I thank you for that.” Daisy brushes against my legs as she readjusts, causing my dick to twitch. “But as an adult, you’ve disrespected my work, and you dangled the company in front of my face, and any time I did something you didn’t approve of, you yanked it back away from me.”
“I wanted you to respect everything your grandfather did to start the company and what I did to keep his legacy alive.”
“At the expense of expanding.”
He straightens his shoulders, standing tall. At any other time, I’d even the playing field by joining him, but my dick is at half-mast, and my pants are unzipped. I don’t want a replay of him walking in on my jerking off to porn in the ninth grade. That traumatized us both.
“I want you to come back.”
“I appreciate that, but I’m not interested. I’m ready to move on with my life. I’m getting married to Daisy and raising a family with her.”
His eyes flash. “That’s–”