I open my lips around him, licking and sucking at the thick crown. I can taste myself on him and it turns me on all over again. He groans as I take him deeper, letting me control the depth of my sucking. It doesn’t take long for him to take over. Soon enough, he has my hair fisted in his big hand, his hips pumping forward, fucking my mouth just like he promised. My fingers drift down to my pussy, and I circle my clit, turned on beyond belief by his possession of me.
“Are you touching my pussy?” he growls, thrusting deeper into my throat. My eyes water, but I make an affirmative noise as best I can. “Bad girl. That’s mine and I own its pleasure.”
I look up at him with liquid eyes as tears streak down my cheeks from the almost violent thrusting of his hips. I gag a little on his cock and it just seems to further excite him. It’s hard to pull my hand away from my clit, but I do it. I want nothing more than to please my captor.
“Fuck fuck fuck. I’m going to come. Swallow me down. Don’t miss a drop.”
He pushes down my throat as his cock pulses as he comes. I lick and suck and swallow until he shudders and pulls away from my lips.
“Good girl.” I preen under his praise. I love that I pleased him. Somewhere deep inside me I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t seem to care. He captured me. Stole me away from my life. But he’s given me so much more than I ever had without him.
“Thank you, daddy.”
Charity drops her phone to her lap. Her breaths come in slow pants and her cheeks are flushed with arousal.
“Come here,” I growl.
Without a moment of hesitation, she stands and circles around my desk. I pull her down on my lap so that she’s straddling my thighs. Her eyes widen in shock at my bold move.
That’s nothing, sweetheart, I think to myself.
I thread my hand through her hair, fisting her locks in a gentle hold before crushing my lips to hers. She lets out a sexy little gasp, stiffening in my hold for a second before melting into my kiss. Our lips dance together in a slow exploration. I might’ve instigated this kiss, but I let her lead. Slowly she grows bolder until her tongue comes out to play, slicking against my bottom lip, asking for a deeper kiss.
My control snaps, and I take over. I possess her mouth much like the man in her book possessed his captive. I tangle my tongue with hers. Licking into her mouth, sliding inside like I’m meant to be right here. She wriggles on my lap. With my free hand I grip her hip tightly, keeping her from rubbing against my thickening cock.
Fuck she’s hungry for it. And I’m goddamned starved for a taste. Last night did nothing to whet my appetite for her. Nothing short of fucking her will do.
Charity is the one to break our kiss. She looks at me with wide-eyed wonder. Her lips are swollen and well-kissed. I groan as thoughts of other ways I could get that kiss-swollen look on her face. My cock throbs behind my zipper. She shifts on my lap, lining us up perfectly. I groan out at the delicious torture of having her cleft rubbing against me. Even through our clothes I can feel her heat.
“Daddy,” she gasps, rocking slightly. “I want-”
I cut off her words with another kiss. I know exactly what she wants, and I want the same damn thing. Kissing her isn’t the best way to deny our need because it just ramps up that desire even higher.
“Please,” she moans into our kiss.
That one word has my control snapping. I raise from my seat, laying her back on my desk after a quick swipe of my hand sends everything on top of it flying across the room. I grind my jeans-covered cock against her pussy and she moans.
“More…”
“I’m going to give you more, little one.”
I reach between us, flicking open the snap to her jeans and tugging them down her hips, taking the white scrap of lace she calls panties with them. I pull off her sandals and remove her pants along with them. I stand before her. Her chest raising and falling in soft pants as she watches me with lustful eyes.
She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get a word out, I sit back in my chair and throw her legs over my shoulders. It doesn’t take long for her to realize what’s about to happen. Her eyes widen, and she lifts her hips up, demanding me to follow through with my unspoken promise of my mouth between her thighs.
I lean in and kiss her inner thigh, licking and nipping my way higher until I’m hovering just over her hot little pussy. I spread her lips with my fingers, teasing over her soft folds before I find her clit with my tongue. She gasps and grips the back of my head with her hand as if afraid I’ll stop.
Not happening. Now that I’ve had a taste of her sweetness, I’m not leaving until she’s screaming my name. I suck that little bundle of nerves, stroking it with my tongue until she’s writhing beneath my touch. I have her dancing on the edge of pleasure. Balancing her on a tightwire. Every time she gets close to release, I back off, letting her come down slightly before diving back in for another taste.
“Oh God, please, Jasper.”
“Does my babygirl want to come?” I growl against her sensitive flesh.
“Please please please,” she begs.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
I flick her clit and thrust two fingers inside her hot channel. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and her whole body stiffens as her orgasm overwhelms her.