Page 28 of Daddy's Princess

As soon as the car pulls up to the curb, Sugar jumps out and walks with purpose toward the building. My longer strides eat up the distance between us, and by the time she gets to the door, I’m already there holding it open for her. She gives me an exasperated look but still says ‘thank you’ with a smile.

With a hand on her lower back, I guide her toward the elevator. I consider it a small victory when she doesn’t pull away from my touch right away. Of course, the moment we are ensconced in the elevator, she puts as much distance between us as possible in the small space. I could take the hint and stand a polite distance away, but I don’t. Instead, I crowd her into the corner she’s backed herself into.

“Come to dinner with me tonight.” It’s not a question.

“That’s not a good idea.”

I take another step closer until our bodies are just a scant inch apart. “Why isn’t it?”

The tip of her pink tongue darts out and she licks her lips almost nervously. “Because you’re my boss… and we already… you know. It would be better if we kept things professional.”

My cock thickens at the innocent reminder of Monday night. Her sexy little body spread under me. The sweet taste of her pussy on my tongue as I wrung one orgasm after another from her until she was screaming.

“If you can tell me honestly that you’re not as drawn to me as I am to you, then I’ll back off.” I close that last inch between us, pinning her against the elevator wall.

I lean in close, running my nose up the smooth line of her neck. I chuckle darkly at the way her body shivers at my touch. She opens her mouth to protest, but it snaps closed when I nip her earlobe, then soothe the sting with my tongue.

“You know as well as I do that there’s something here. Don’t shut it down before we can fully explore it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The whispered words are a lie, and she knows it.

Instead of arguing the point with words, I press my lips to Sugar’s and let my body do the talking. Like gasoline on a fire, she lights up instantly. Her lips eagerly part, and she doesn’t hesitate to tangle her tongue with mine. I kiss her until she’s completely breathless. I pull away long enough to slam my hand on the stop button, then I’m back on her.

Kissing.

Licking.

Touching.

She moans temptingly as I cup one of her breasts through her shirt. I can feel the lace of her bra, and it takes monumental amounts of self-control to not rip her shirt off just so I can see how perfect she looks in nothing but lace. Her nipple pebbles as I circle the bud with my thumb. Sugar whimpers into my kiss as I tweak the taut peak.

“Can you feel it?” I say against her lips. “Can you feel what you do to me?” She nods frantically as she rubs her softness against the hard ridge of my cock. “Are you wet for me, babygirl?”

With my free hand, I slowly work her skirt up her thighs, exposing more and more of her curvy body. Once I have her skirt rucked up around her hips, I cup her pussy, groaning at the wet heat. Her panties are completely soaked through.

“Tell me you don’t crave my touch. Tell me you haven’t touched this tight little pussy thinking about my mouth on you.” I rub her pussy through her panties, giving her enough stimulation to tease and titillate, but not enough to come.

“Oh God,” she gasps. “W-we shouldn’t be doing this…”

I grind my palm above her clit, causing her to moan. “You’re right. We definitely shouldn’t be doing this. Especially not with anything between us.”

I fist the flimsy material of her panties in my hand and yank. The thin lace tears away easily. Sugar gasps in shock. I expect her to yell or, at the very least, scold me for ripping her panties, but she surprises me by burying her fingers in my hair and tugging my lips to hers.

She kisses me with an almost frantic need. She tugs my shirt free from my pants, and then her fingers are rubbing up over my abs, my pecs, she pinches my nipple teasingly, and I bite her lip in reproach. She’s so pleased with herself that she’s torn between smiling and kissing, so she does both at the same time. It turns our lust-charged kiss into something playful and messy.

I stuff her panties in my pocket, then fall to my knees in front of her. I don’t hesitate to put my mouth on her. Sugar’s head falls back against the wall with a thud as my tongue glides through her wet folds. I unerringly find her clit and circle it over and over until she’s falling fast and hard into her release. My ears are still ringing with the sounds of her pleasure when I bury my tongue inside her, licking up all her sweet honey.

“Oh, God… I can’t…” She frantically shakes her head. When I don’t stop, she pushes against me, trying to dislodge me from my new favorite place. I give her thigh a sharp slap, which causes her to gasp and her pussy to clench around my tongue.

The more I lick and suck, the louder she moans, and instead of pushing against me, she’s tugging me closer, begging for more. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge. I pull away before she has the chance to topple over, quickly getting to my feet and crashing my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth as she tastes herself on my tongue. Her hands clumsily work my belt and pants open. Then, before I can stop her, she falls to her knees in the small space between me and the wall. When her soft fingers wrap around my hard length, and she leans in and licks the pearly drop from the tip of my cock, I’m lost.

“Fuck, babygirl.” I groan as she spreads her lips, taking my cock into the hot heaven of her mouth. She works her tongue along the underside of my cock as she bobs her head back and forth. With each movement, she takes me deeper and deeper until I can feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. She gags the first time, pulling away. Instead of going back to the more shallow movements, she does it again, and again until she’s swallowing my dick whole.

I fist her hair in my hands and pull her off my cock. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated from our shared lust. Her gaze confused, and maybe a little disappointed move from my face to my cock. She licks her lips and whimpers when I prevent her from sucking me back into her mouth. She looks up at me like I just took away the tastiest treat.

“I wasn’t done,” she whines. The little minx reaches for my cock with her hand. I grab her wrist, pulling her hand away before she has a chance to give it even half a stroke. “Please, Oliver.”

God, she begs so pretty down on her knees for me. “Who is in charge?” I ask, my tone stern.

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