Fuck.
“That’s it, girl. I need you to come on my cock. Can you do that? Can you make me proud and drain that little pussy down my balls?” I’m way too fucking loud and I know it! “I want to see that pretty mouth cry out for me.”
“Oh God!” She pants harder as I bounce her on my cock, her tits flying up into my face with every pump. “Right there! Don’t stop!”
Jesus Christ. Her soft lips drop open, her blue eyes squeeze closed, her fingertips dig further into my shoulders, andthe ginger she wears in her hair fills my lungs with the sweetest fucking scent.
“I’m going to blow, little girl. God damn, I’m gonna blow.”
I’m not myself anymore. I’m a different man. This guy is reckless. This guy is going to hell. This guy is a fucking animal.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this, baby?”
She nods slowly, her hair falling back as she bounces. “Yes, Daddy! I love it!”
Daddy?
She called me Daddy?
Why the hell is that turning me on?
Why is that the thing that’s going to send me over the edge?
I press her up against the dry-erase board and thrust harder, pressing into her tight little core with a growl.
“Oh God, I’m going to come, Daddy!” She pants out the words and thrusts forward, convulsing on my cock with a moan so loud that I’m sure someone heard it.
Trouble is, it doesn’t matter. She’s done everything right and I’m helpless. My stomach tightens, my thighs clench, and every fucking bit of inhibition I’d been holding back empties inside of her as I growl out and press her harder into the wall.
It’s rough and chaotic, hard, and feral. I should know better. I should be softer, but I can’t stop myself. She’s a drug. A sweet, fuckable, little drug and I need it…every fucking drop.
I’m barely through with my growl when the lecture hall door clicks and begins to slide.
Fuck.
I pull us both into the supply closet to the left of the dry-erase board and hold my breath as she sits on my cock, still panting, still soaking wet.
“Your pants,” she whispers quietly. “They’re behind the podium.”
Fuck.
There’s one crack in this door and I can barely see through it.
At this point, I’m not sure I care who’s down here. I’m still high off the Daddy comment.
I’ve never studied kinks before, but I know from pop culture that Daddy is typically a dominant/submissive type of thing. It’s usually a softer version, with a caretaker role.
I’d love to care for Rosie. I’d make sure she was the happiest little girl there ever was, though I’m not sure how realistic any of this is.
I hold my girl tighter as someone drops something hard on my desk then turns back toward the steps. At least I hope that’s the noise I’m hearing. It’s hard to tell with the hum of the air conditioner.
“I think we’re in the clear,” I say, when what sounds like the lecture hall door slides closed. “I almost got myself fired.”
“And I called you Daddy, so… we’re even.” She smiles as she says, “So sorry about that. It felt right, and I just went with it.”
“I liked it,” I groan before leaning into her soft lips. “I don’t ever want you to call me anything else ever again.”
“Really?” She narrows her brows. “You’re into that?”
