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“That’s better.” His eyes twinkle as he smirks. “I like seeing you so compliant. Now, back to where we were. It’s time for you to be punished for teasing me.”

The raspy tone of his voice sends a shiver along my spine. “What are you going to do to me?”

“That’s easy.” He uses one hand to scatter half the contents from his desk, lowers my back to the hard surface, and raises my legs until my feet are by his head.

My heart thunders in my chest. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep that there’s no way you’re walking out of here without an ache between your legs and a baby in that gorgeous belly.”

“Shit.” I grasp at the desk to no avail and rotate my hips in a circle. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life. My last birth control pill was almost two days ago, so it’s possible, but unlikely.

“Yes, baby. Get good and ready for me.” He holds my ankles together and strokes his cock. “This is what I want. My woman, ready and waiting for me. Do you see how hard you make me laid out there like this?”

“Yes.” My mouth waters at the sight of him waiting to sink into my depths. Every inch of my body feels like it’s burning with molten lava in my veins.

He bites his bottom lip and strokes the head of his cock in my desire, slipping along the seam but not penetrating me. I whimper and try to scoot closer to the edge of the desk.

“That’s it. Such a good girl and so greedy for my cock. What do you want?”

“I want you.”

He shakes his head. “Not good enough. How do you want me?”

I inhale. Just do it. Tell him what you want. Don’t worry about how you sound. Forget about his dad being in the room when you were sucking him off. It’s Alexander, the man who loves you and wants to marry you.

“Daisy,” he growls and presses the tip of his erection into my sex and withdraws. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock deep inside me. I want to feel your body slapping against my legs.” I grab his hips, digging my fingernails into his flesh.

“Perfect.” He slides into my wetness, and my walls surround him. “Such a good girl, taking my dick deep inside you. I love the feel of your cunt wrapped around me. Sucking me deeper.”

He tightens his arm around my leg and runs his thumb over my clit.

God, yes.“Don’t stop. That feels so good.” He works in and out of me at a steady pace, causing my back to slip up and down on his desk.

Seconds turn to minutes as my walls constrict and hold him tighter. With each slap of his body against my legs, his balls smacking my ass and his thumb working over my throbbing nub. The moans falling from my lips are impossible to stop.

“Baby, you’re so tight. I love fucking you. I could spend the rest of my life pounding into this perfect, sweet pussy.” Each word is punctuated by a deep, piercing thrust and an echoing scream from me.

The friction of his dick striking over my G Spot has stars swirling behind my eyes, and I don’t want him to ever stop.

“That’s it. Squeeze my dick. I want you to milk all the cum out of me deep inside you.” He grabs my hips and repeatedly pounds into me, shoving me over the edge and into ecstasy.

“Yes, please. Don’t. Stop. Oh, fuck. Yesssss,” I chant over and over as wave after wave of orgasm draws me into a cloud of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts and shudders against me as his orgasm joins mine. “Fuck….” He shakes his head and pulls back, allowing his cock to slide out of my sex. “If sex keeps getting better, I’ll break something.”

“Stop.” I laugh at his ridiculous statement. Not that he’s wrong. This was phenomenal, and it does keep getting better.

“Daisy,” he growls as all the humor drops from his expression. “Stop laughing.”

“What? What’s wrong?” I use my elbow to lean upright.

“On your back.” He commands and swipes his fingers along my opening, showing a finger into my core. “That’s better. This is where my semen belongs. Inside of you. Now lay there….” He lifts his arm and looks at his watch. “Fifteen minutes. That should be long enough for this time. If I don’t get you pregnant this month, we’ll get a sex swing, and I’ll fuck you on your head.”

“You’re crazy.” But I can’t keep the smile from forming on my lips. I want him to be this excited to get me pregnant. There’s nothing I would like more than to have his baby.

“For you.” He frowns. “Okay. This is kind of clinical and nonromantic.” He lifts me off the desk, cradles me in his arms, and lowers me onto his chair. “That’s better. But stay still. I don’t want any of my babies falling onto the floor.”

I bite my lips together to keep from laughing.


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