I don’t want to get slapped again if I get his chair messy.
Maybe I should have brought a towel.
The typing pauses. His jaw is tense. The tendon on his neck is a line of wire.
He scowls. Twists that mouth that I want on my clit as he watches me.
“Can I come, Daddy?”
His hands clench the armrests.
“Yeah, do it.”
I come, crying, “Daddy! Daddy!” on the chair.
“Shoot!” My hair is sweaty in my face. Was that good? “Was I good, Daddy?” I slur. “Are you going to give me your cock now?”
“I have a meeting soon. I can’t get dirty. I just showered.”
“Oh,” I pant.
“Keep going.”
Moaning softly, I work my pussy again, slowly circling my pussy lips, playing with my clit as I pinch my nipples, sucking on my fingers, imagining it’s him.
I come easy the next time.
And the next.
The chair and my thighs are soaked.
I’m working my clit again when he stands up and shuts the laptop.
He slides his fingers in my mouth, letting me suck on them as I pleasure myself.
“Have I turned you into a little slut yet?”
He grabs me by the back of my neck, hauls me off the chair.
The toy bounces on the floor.
“Oh yes, fuck me! I need you!” I beg him.
I’m drunk off orgasms, but still, my own fingers weren’t enough.
I need the big one.
I need him to fuck my pussy. I need all six-five, two hundred thirty pounds of him slamming into me at that unrelenting pace. Those big hands on my hips, holding me steady as he fucks me with that huge cock.
He forces me down on the floor, my head almost under the big wooden desk.
I spread my legs, begging for him in my pussy.
“Take me, Daddy. I want you to destroy my pussy.” I close my eyes as his fingers dig against my swollen pussy, stroking me rough.
Then something metallic uncoils and clips on my wrists.
I yank. Hear chains.
