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“Yes!” she mewls. The plug slides home in her ass and I spank it. Isabela cries out as I bring my hand down over her thighs, ass, and finally her clit as I remove the toy from it.

“I need you, Isa,” I confess, helping her stand on shaky legs. Shoving down her pants a bit more, I push her back down so she’s leaning over the desk, her wrists still behind her back. I wish I could bounce her on my cock while watching ourselves in front of a mirror. I want to see her face. I’ll have to find another way, I guess.

Standing, I open my pants, shoving them over my hips as I release my cock, fisting it as I grunt, I admire how pretty and puffy her cunt is. My crown is red and angry, pissed I made myself wait so long. Arousal drips from my cock, reminding me that Isa is on birth control. A part of me wishes it’ll fail when I fuck her. God, she’d look so gorgeous with her stomach round with my child.

Dragging my cock through her wetness, I make sure to bump the tip against her clit.

“Daddy, I want your cock. Please. I don’t want to wait anymore,” Isa begs.

“How badly do you want this, Little one?” I ask. “How desperate?”

“I’ll die without it!” she cries out. “Fuck me, Daddy!”

Smirking because my colleagues definitely heard that, I move my cock to her tight channel. My eyes roll in pleasure as I thrust my hips, her cunt squeezing my dick as I stretch her walls.

“I got you,” I promise, rocking my hips to push deeper inside of her. Wrapping my fist in her ponytail, I pull her head back to give her a filthy kiss full of tongue and teeth. I press her hips harder against the lip of the desk as I fuck her.

I’m grateful this piece of furniture is so heavy, because it doesn’t so much as flinch.

“You’re going to be my pretty little slut, aren’t you, Isabela?” I murmur in her ear as I thrust into her. Finally, I’m so deep, my balls hit her clit as I fuck her. The sound of skin slapping skin and pornographic noises fill the room, and I can’t bring myself to care.

All that exists is Isa wrapped around my cock, and driving away any images of terror.

“Yes, Daddy,” Isabela promises. “God, I feel so full. All that exists is you. Fuck, I’m close. Please, please can I come?”

Kissing her with my fist still wrapped in her hair, she’s arched perfectly as I bend my knees to fuck her. Moving my other hand around us, I rub her clit. The thought of seeing if she can handle my fingers as well as my cock inside of her pussy makes my balls start to draw up.

“You make me feral,” I whisper against her lips. “Come for me, pretty girl. Drench my balls, so I’ll smell like you all damn day.”

Keening, Isabela shudders as she comes for me, her pussy squirting all over my shaft as she strangles it. Burying my face in her neck, I inhale her unique scent as I grunt. My back spasms, warning me I’m going to come, and my vision blackens as I find my release.

“Goddamn, I love you so much,” I groan, shuddering.

It takes us some time before we can even think of moving, and I hold her against me tightly. “Color?” I ask, kissing her as I whisper words of praise.

“Green and sleepy,” she giggles.

“You can have an iced coffee on your way to the library, but only if you also take a water bottle from my office,” I murmur.

“Yes, Daddy,” Isabela says happily, and I release her hair as I pull out of her tight, warm channel. Pulling out some tissue, I sit down and carefully clean her up before releasing her wrists and massaging them.

“Was anything too much?” I ask as I pull up her pants. Isabela whips her head around as she looks down and then at me, and I smile at her. “I worked so hard to get that plug in there, Little One. I think you should keep it in until we get home, don’t you?”

She squeaks, making me chuckle.

“Go use the restroom before you leave. I don’t want you to get an infection,” I tell her.

“How do you even know things like that?” she hisses as she goes to the attached bathroom. I shake my head as she closes the door, and I adjust my clothing before sanitizing my desk and spraying room freshener.

When she comes back into the room looking more put together, I jerk my head to the refrigerator I keep. I note the color in her cheeks. Even though she fixed her hair, she still looks very well fucked.

“You’re going to remember me every time you move, aren’t you?” I ask, feeling proud when I hear her gasp as she bends down.

Between the plug and her spanking, she’ll be sore.

“Your cock would leave an impression on anyone,” Isabela sasses as she grabs a bottle of water.

“I don’t need it to leave an impression on anyone but you and Aria,” I tell her with a grin. “Have a good day? Please remember to eat.”

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