“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, gripping the arms of the chair and staring down at him, waiting for his reaction.
“You couldn’t hold off for me?” He tickled his fingertips over my clothed thighs and closer to my cock. I held my breath, but he moved them away again. I groaned in disappointment.
“I’m sorry. I just needed to get rid of some tension.”
“Does the baby make you horny?” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my lips, and I sighed into him. “Are the pregnancy hormones messing with you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I cupped his face, kissed him harder, and groaned as I ground my cock against his stomach. “So horny. I want you inside me. Please take care of me, Daddy. You did this to me.”
It was nothing to fall into the roleplay that turned Vane on so easily, and like I expected, he groaned and grasped me tighter.
I leaned closer to whisper in his ear, “Fill me up until your spunk is dripping out of me, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” He stood, taking me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the heels of my shoes digging into his lower back as he pushed the laptop out of the way and dumped me onto his desk. He attached his lips to mine, and we kissed roughly. My cock got caught between our bodies and friction sent a spark of desire through me. “You want your Daddy to fill you up with another baby?”
“Please,” I murmured, cupping his cheeks between my hands and rubbing my cock against him. My balls felt too tight, and I wanted to come so badly it physically hurt. I didn’t even care that the desk was hard against my back and that something was poking into my side, probably a pen. “Please fuck me here, Daddy. Fill me until I feel you leaking out of my hole all day.”
Vane groaned and tugged at my pants. I let him pull them and my shoes off completely. He left my socks on, but I didn’t care. He worked at his belt, then the button and zipper of his suit pants, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from how he fumbled with them, as though he was so excited that he didn’t have the finesse to undo them. The sight made my cheeks feel hotter. Was this how much he wanted me?Fuck.
He finally popped the button and dragged down the zipper over the teeth. The noise made me chew my bottom lip as he ripped open the top drawer of his desk, pulling out a bottle of lube. I raised my brows in surprise.
“You have lube here?” At least that answered my question as to whether he jerked off in his office or not.
He smirked at me in response and slid his palm down my thigh, raising goose bumps on my skin. He didn’t answer my question, though, and kicked the chair out of the way instead and stepped directly between my spread legs. I shoved myself up and met him halfway in a passionate kiss that had my toes curling. He always fucked my mouth as well as he did my ass.
Coating his hard, straining cock with lube, he lined himself up at my hole, and I fell back onto the desk, closing my eyes and waiting for the delicious breach I knew was coming. He touched my thighs again and then slid his hands up to my hips, caressing the skin there.
“Such wide hips, perfect for the baby.”
I groaned when I finally felt him push in, gasping as he spread my unprepared asshole. He was so fucking big, and I felt every inch. My skin tingled and I grabbed my erection to stop myself from coming then and there. I’d never gotten off on just penetration, but there were a couple of close calls since I met Vane.
“I’m going to fill you up with a second baby,” he whispered, before he began thrusting roughly into me.
The whole desk shook with his movements, and if it wasn’t so sturdy, I would have been afraid of it collapsing under us. My shirt scrunched up beneath me every time he lunged into me, and my sweaty back slid against the polished wood. I felt and saw and smelled every sensation around me—the scent of our sweat, the grunts he made whenever he fucked into me, the groan of the desk beneath me, the prickle at the base of my spine. Everything was amazing. He pegged my prostate, and I convulsed and gripped the edge of the desk.
“Please, Daddy. Fuck. Right there. Fill me up.”
His fingernails dug into my hips as he thrust faster and harder, his balls slapping against my skin. I wrapped a hand around his tie, hauling him into another kiss while I began jerking my cock. I’d dreamed about desk sex in an office, but I never expected it to actually happen. I wasn’t sure I could ever go back to vanilla fucks after this.
“Fuck yes. Gonna fill you up and have you dripping all day.”
“Please. Give me your baby batter.” I would have laughed because that was something ridiculous I’d heard somewhere once, and I’d thought it was stupid at the time, but Vane’s eyes darkened and he shoved deep inside me, stealing my breath.
He gripped me harder and his thrusts became jolted, and I knew he was close because so was I, and with a few jerks of my cock, my orgasm exploded through me. Prickles of desire made bumps on my skin, and my balls tightened to the point I thought they’d burst. Cum shot out of my slit and across my previously clean shirt. I trembled, my knees shaking the worst.
Vane wasn’t far behind me, and he stiffened, groaning, the warmth of his cum filling my well-fucked hole. We both moaned, and I cupped the back of his head, dragging him down for another kiss.
We stayed there, plastered together and kissing gently, until my back began to ache in that position. Vane pulled out and unbuttoned his shirt, his mouth pursed in a thin line that made me frown.
“Didn’t expect desk sex,” I said, laughing in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“Didn’t expect you to be playing tug-the-worm in my office.” His mouth did quirk at that, and relief swept through me.
“Yeah, I’m not sorry.”
He chuckled and shrugged off his jacket and shirt. “I have spare clothes in the closet in my bathroom. You should always prepare for the unexpected.”
“Is that a lesson?” I straightened and my back gave a twinge that made me wince. Staring down at the mess I’d made on my own shirt, I double winced. Well, fuck. That didn’t go as planned at all. I didn’t have a spare suit.
