Page 63 of Daddy's Princess

His other hand circles around my hip until he’s rubbing tight circles around my sensitive clit. That’s all it takes. That one touch and I’m done for. He barely gets his hand over my mouth before I scream out my release. He doesn’t let up. Not with his fingers or his thrusting cock. He keeps fucking me straight through my first orgasm and into a second, bigger orgasm.

“That’s it. Come all over daddy’s cock like a good girl.” Those low words tip the scales. The orgasm rockets through my body tearing my world to tiny little pieces then putting it back together one cell at a time. Oliver groans, and I feel his hot release flood my walls.

My knees are weak, my legs like Jello. If it weren’t for the desk holding me up, I’d be a heap on the floor. Oliver presses a tender kiss between my shoulder blades as he slowly pulls his softening cock from my body. I shudder as our combined release drips down along my sensitive clit. I shiver again when I feel a soft cloth between my legs as Oliver cleans me.

“Aren’t you going to need that?” I ask when I realize he’s using his shirt to clean me.

He gives my ass a playful smack. “Someone was a bit impatient and ripped a few buttons off in her haste to undress me.”

I giggle, feeling lighter in this moment than I have in days. “It’s only fair since you ripped the buttons off of mine.”

He lifts me off the desk and carries me to the sofa. He sits down then cradles me in his arms. I relax into his hold, resting my head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Sugar.”

I reach up and press a kiss to the side of his neck. “I’ve missed you too, daddy.”

His cock jerks under me, and he groans low in his throat. “Say it again.”

“I missed you too,” I say with a teasing smirk.

Oliver slaps my thigh where his hand has been resting. “Try again, brat.”

I put on my best babygirl pout. “That wasn’t nice,daddy.”

He turns my face up to his lips searing to mine. The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back on the sofa with Oliver buried inside me again. The frenzy has abated some, but I’m so sensitive from our previous lovemaking that it takes no time for me to reach my peak.

“Daddy!” I throw my head back into the cushions and claw at his back as my climax explodes through me. His release comes right on the heels of mine. Oliver buries himself deep, then grinds against me trapping my clit between our bodies, driving my pleasure higher.

There is no way that Janis didn’t hear that. Neither one of us were in the least bit quiet. I should be embarrassed about that, but I’m too damn happy to be upset about it. Oliver somehow manages to roll us on the so that I’m lying sprawled across his chest. We lay like that for a lot longer than we should considering we are buck naked at work, and anyone could walk into Oliver’s office at any moment.

I luxuriate in the fact that I’m surrounded by Oliver. His heartbeat under my ear, those strong arms of his wrapped around me. He even has his leg throw over mine, almost as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear on him.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair. “I can practically hear the gears grinding.”

I let out a heavy sigh. “I just feel terrible about everything. I should have trusted in you, and instead, I made assumptions.”

“Stop that. It’s true that you should have talked to me before making assumptions, but considering what you saw, it’s understandable that you would jump to the wrong conclusions.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, babygirl. I won’t hear anymore negative self-talk about this. You’re forgiven for any wrongdoing you feel you’ve done. This is our fresh start,” Oliver says with conviction.

I let his words wash over me, willing them to soothe the rough edges of my doubts and guilt and fear. I sit up enough so that I can look Oliver in the eye. “If this is our fresh start, I want everything with you. No more being scared. No more holding back. I want you to be my boyfriendandmy daddy. I don’t want the two parts of our world separated.” He’s quiet for so long that I start to squirm as he studies me with shrewd eyes. “Is that okay?” I ask, chewing my bottom lip.

“I don’t want to rush you—”

I put my hand over his mouth, stopping his next words. He gives me one of those daddy looks that says I’m about to get turned over his lap for misbehaving. “You’re not rushing me. As crazy as this whole thing is, I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you. I know that you’re not anything like Cody. You’d never hurt me on purpose. I trust that you won’t abuse the power that I’m willingly surrendering to you. Cody wanted to control me. You want to take care of me and protect me. I trust you. Will you please be my daddy?”

Oliver pulls my hand away from his mouth with a mock stern look, it’s hard to look stern when you’re fighting back a smile. “I would love nothing more than to be your daddy. I love you, Sugar.”

I give him a brief kiss on the lips. “I love you too, daddy.”

“You know there will be rules, right?”

“Yes. I like rules.”

“And you realize there will be consequences if you break those rules.”

My lips tilt up in a sly smile. “Yes, daddy.”

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