“You need to be quiet, Miss Knight. I can’t have the office knowing what I’m doing to you in here. Or have your Daddy walk by and hear me fucking his little girl.”
Fuck, that’s wrong. So wrong and yet so hot.
He’s right next to me now, his body brushing against mine as he steps behind me. His hands reach for the bottom of my pencil skirt, hiking it up to my hips and exposing my lacy thong to him.
“I knew I was going to fuck you at work today when I saw you pulling this little excuse for panties on this morning.” He sinks to his knees behind me, biting my ass before making his way to my slit. “So wet already,” he mumbles against the lips of my pussy, his tongue already licking along my seam. “Arch your back for me more, baby, give me this cunt.”
I drop to my forearms, sticking my ass up in the air and spreading my legs for him. His tongue drives inside me and I cry out, unprepared for his sudden assault on my body.
He spanks me, a warning for me to stay quiet. His tongue is relentless, continually thrusting in and out of my pussy. His hands hold my hips in place, ensuring I can’t escape him. I don’t know what he’s doing with his tongue, but the mixture of his tongue in my pussy and it then massaging my clit, is going to make me fall apart in seconds.
I bite down on the flesh of my forearm, muffling my cry as my orgasm takes a hold of me.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, giving my ass a light spank.
I hear his belt buckle being undone, then his legs are pressing to the back of mine and his cock is filling me in one thrust.
I can’t help the cry that leaves me. Reed’s hand quickly covers my mouth, his palm silencing my cries.
“Quiet,” he hisses in my ear as his cock pistons in and out of me at a frantic pace.
“Rub that clit for me, baby, give me one more.” I rub in eager circles, just like he instructed, already feeling my second orgasm rising to the surface.
“Your cunt is going to be full of my cum when we’re sitting in our next meeting. Do you think they’ll be able to smell me on you? Do you think they’ll know you’ve just been fucked?”
Oh fuck.
My orgasm rushes through me, my whimpers muffled, but not completely silenced by Reed’s palm.
“That’s it,” he moans. “Milk my cum from me.” He buries his head in my shoulder, groaning his own release into my skin. We stay like that for a few minutes, both regaining our equilibrium.
Finally, Reed pulls out of me, quickly patting my thong back in place. I smile to myself, that man loves to keep his cum inside me. You’d think he was trying to knock me up.
Reed
Almost immediately after unlocking the door, someone knocks and enters.
George Knight, my best friend and the father of the woman I just fucked against my desk, walks into my office.
He heads straight to his daughter, placing a kiss on her cheek and pausing as he withdraws from her space.
“Have you changed your perfume?” he queries, his brow creased.
Fucking hell.
“No,” she chokes.
“Hmm”, he says, “you smell different.”
I honestly think I could throw up right now. My best friend is smelling the effects of me fucking his daughter.
“Maybe you’re coming down with something,” she murmurs.
“I hope not, I don’t have time to be sick. Anyway, I wanted to see if you had time for lunch?” he asks her.
“Sorry,” she says, “we’ve got a meeting in about twenty minutes.”
“Oh, no problem. I know how it is. Why don’t I pick you both up something instead while I’m out, then? I’ll go to that nice place on the corner.”
