“I see how that would be frustrating,” Greyson said, continuing to talk as I began fading out.
The praise in his earlier words echoed in my mind, making my cock strain against my shorts. Being here like this, hiddenand obedient, turned me on more than I expected. I wanted to please him, to be the reason he stayed so composed during this important session. My tongue ached to move and wrap around his length, but I held back, letting the heat of my mouth do the work of keeping him warm and ready.
Minutes stretched on, the conversation flowing steadily. Greyson’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my scalp, a secret reward that made my chest tighten with affection. Once or twice, his cock throbbed in response to my presence, growing harder and filling my mouth even more. I adjusted my jaw slightly to accommodate him, eyes watering just a bit, but I didn’t pull away.
“Are you having any issues when you make a kill?” he asked at one point, his voice still steady even as I felt a bead of precum leak onto my tongue. I savored it, the flavor sharp and addictive.
God, I needed to ask to do this more often. It was amazing.
The call wrapped up after what felt like forever, with a goodbye and scheduling notes. Only when the screen went dark did Greyson let out a deep breath, his hand cupping the back of my head.
“Already?” I mumbled, feeling too warm and fuzzy to recognize time.
“Yeah, baby. You did perfectly,” he whispered, thumb stroking my cheek. “You can pull off now… unless you want more.”
I didn’t pull off. The taste of him was already on my tongue, salty and perfect, and the way his thumb traced my cheek made my whole body ache for more. My cock throbbed painfully in my shorts, leaking precum against the silky fabric of my panties, and I needed him—needed Daddy to take control, to use me like I was made for it.
“Please, Daddy,” I continued to mumble around his cock, the words garbled but desperate as I looked up at him throughwatery eyes. “More. Please.” My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in just a little, begging with my touch as much as my voice.
Greyson’s eyes darkened, a ravenous gleam flashing behind his glasses. He gripped my hair tighter, yanking my head back just enough to make me gasp, his cock slipping free with a wet pop. Saliva strung from my lips to the tip, glistening in the dim light of the office.
“Good girl,” he growled, voice rough with approval. “Begging for Daddy’s cock like that. Open wide.”
I obeyed instantly, mouth falling open, tongue out and ready. He didn’t hesitate—thrusting forward, he shoved his cock back in, deeper this time, hitting the back of my throat with a force that made me choke. Tears pricked my eyes as he started fucking my face in short, brutal strokes, his full balls slapping against my chin. The desk chair creaked under him, but he kept me still with one hand fisted in my hair, the other bracing on the edge of the desk.
“That’s it, take it,” he grunted, his pace relentless. Each thrust stretched my jaw, filled my mouth until I could barely breathe, saliva dripping down my chin and onto my chest. His cock pulsed hot against my tongue, the veins dragging roughly over the soft flesh inside my cheeks. I gagged, but I didn’t pull away—I couldn’t, wouldn’t. The burn in my throat only made me harder, my hips bucking uselessly against nothing as I moaned around him.
Oh, fuckity fuck—so close. So, so close. Just a little bit more…
But then he began to slow. “Fuck, baby, you’re too good at this.” With a final deep push, he held himself there, letting me feel every twitch before pulling out entirely. I gasped for air, coughing lightly, but my eyes stayed locked on his, pleading silently.
I wanted to sob.
It wasn’t fair. We’d both been so close.
Greyson stood then, his sweatpants pooling at his ankles as he kicked them aside. He reached down, hauling me up by my arms with effortless strength, my knees wobbling from being on the floor so long. Before I could steady myself, he spun me around and shoved me forward, bending me over the desk. Papers scattered, a pen clattered to the floor, but I didn’t care—my chest pressed into the cool wood, ass up as he yanked my shorts down in one rough tug.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, kicking my feet apart. I did, trembling with anticipation, my hole clenching around nothing. He pressed his thumb against my rim through my panties, and tears began flowing.
“P-please,” I begged, my voice wrecked, “please, oh please, I need—”
He spat into his hand, slicking his cock quickly, pulling my panties aside just enough, then pressing the thick head against me. No warning, no tease—just a hard thrust that breached me in one go, stretching me too wide, too fast, and making me cry out.
“Daddy!”The word tore from my throat as he bottomed out, his hips slamming against my ass.
Pain mixed with pleasure, sharp and overwhelming from the lack of prep, but I still pushed back against him, greedy for every burning inch. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling out only to ram back in, setting a brutal pace that rocked the desk beneath us.
“Fuck, princess, your pussy’s so tight,” he rasped, one hand sliding up my back to press my face into the desk, muffling my moans. “You love it when I take you like this, don’t you?”
His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Sweatslicked our skin, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the room, mixed with my whimpers and his grunts.
I clawed at the desk, fingers slipping on scattered notes, my body jolting with every forceful drive. Precum smeared from my cock onto the wood below, and I felt the coil in my gut tightening, so close already from the face fucking and now this raw claiming. “Harder, p-please—fuck me harder,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please, Daddy, make me take it!”
Greyson laughed darkly, leaning over me to bite my shoulder, teeth sinking in just enough to sting. “That’s my pretty little slut. Come for Daddy while I fill you up.”
He angled his hips, pounding relentlessly, and it was too much—the pressure built until I shattered, spilling messily onto the desk with a choked sob. He followed seconds later, groaning as he buried deep and pumped his load inside me, hot spurts coating my walls.
We stayed like that for a moment, both panting, his weight pinning me down as his cock softened inside. Then he pulled out slowly, a trickle of cum leaking down my thigh, and kissed the back of my neck.
