The camera angle is from the side and high up on the ceiling, not the best view, but still plenty enough to push me to my limit with her.
Still, he’s not fucking her, and while I’ve pulled my cock from my pants, I refuse to touch it until he’s inside of her. He’s weeping, throbbing, and so damn hard I could probably cut glass, my balls tight and ready to blow my load, but I ignore it in favor of her.
Finally, after what must have felt like an eternity to Kat, my father pushes to stand, crowding over her, making her look so fucking small that my cock twitches and I’m forced to grip the base to stop with a strangled groan.
Seeing the stark difference is so exotic. Her size, coloring, and timid nature make her seem so innocent, and despite our attempts, we have yet to corrupt her. I’m not sure we ever will, if I’m being honest.
But I have no issues pumping her full of my cock and cum and trying for the rest of our lives.
“Fuck, he could devour her,” Alex hisses, his voice breathless, and I grunt in agreement because I’m not sure I’m capable of words right now, and also I’d forgotten he was even here.
I know the moment he finally pushes into her, not only because of the way her face twists up and eyes screw shut as her fingers grip the desk like her life depends on it, but also by the way he moves. His fingers grip her hips as her feet come up off the ground, her toes curled as his head falls back; all the tension he usually carries falls away as he pounds into her hard enough that I wouldn’t be shocked if they managed to shove that near five hundred pound desk across the room.
I’m aching; each swipe of my hand over my cock feels magnificent and empty at the same time.
I want to feel the way her pussy is gripping him; no doubt her thighs are gripping him too as she writhes and makes the most sinful sounds.
If anyone else were on the floor, I’m sure they would hear her. Maybe we should look into soundproofing the offices… But then again, maybe not.
I hear Alex as he finds his release with a loud curse, and I’m right there, teetering on the edge as I grit my teeth and try to wait.
“Fucking hell, Kat,” I grunt, catching my lip in my teeth as I continue to pump my cock at the same pace he fucks her on the screen.
It keeps on for what feels like forever, and I’m so close to losing my resolve, to blowing my load, but I’m stubborn, and I know it will be so much better if I get to come with my girl.
I’m about to have no choice when Father leans in, bracing his hands on the desk on either side of her head. He whispers something in her ear that pushes her right over the edge, making her eyes roll back in her head as her body shudders at the force of her orgasm. He moves impossibly faster, pulling back to slam into her and find his own release with her, and I come so fucking hard that the room blinks out of focus for a moment.
My breath comes in gasped pants, cum covering my lower stomach, still dripping from my spent cock, but despite that and how bone-deep tired I am, it still twitches at the sight of her. She looks seconds from sleeping, and she’s a fucking mess, in the most delicious way.
Father leans over her, gently peppering kisses to her throat as she lies boneless on his desk, a spent smile pulling at her lips from his attention.
Lucky fucker. I’ll never look at his desk the same, and I know he won’t either, not when he got to have her like this.
What a perfect picture they paint.
She’s fucking perfect.
Our Queen.
By the time Vince gets her back home, it’s about time to start dinner, and I’m almost shocked to find Dale in the kitchen today.
“Hey man,” we clasp hands and give a half-man hug, clapping each other's backs with a smile. “It’s been a minute.”
Dale isn’t much older than I am, maybe six or seven years, but he’s worked for us for years. He started at the restaurant when Dad first opened it, as a busboy. He apparently always wanted to be a chef, and for whatever reason, Dad gave him a shot.
Now he’s one of the best not only in the state but in the country, and he’s like family.
What I said to my father plays back in my head, and yeah, maybe not exactly like family; I don’t need another motherfucker trying to get a piece of my girl.
I still don’t love the idea of Vince even looking at her; if Dale starts too…
Fuck, I might just lose it.
“Yeah, your old man sent me a message and asked me to handle food tonight. Is everything okay with Kat? I know shemuch prefers to cook for you guys.” It’s an easy conversation, made as he moves around the kitchen washing, cutting, and prepping. I don’t get the feeling he’s got any other interest other than just being genuinely worried.
“Ugh,” I’m not sure exactly what to say. I’d never cared in the past; I would have simply said,Dad fucked all the energy out of her, but Dale is her friend, and I get the feeling she wouldn’t appreciate that.
Fuck, thinking about what I say before I say it is hard.
