Page 35 of Big Daddy

She reaches between us, her knuckles grazing my cock as she lifts her pencil skirt, exposing her purple panties. “I wore panties, just like you said, Big Daddy. Maybe you can come in those and I’ll wear them all day, nice and warm,nice and full.”

Fireworks rocket off in my brain. My vision temporarily blurs as I stare down at the strip of purple fabric hiding her soft, sweet cunt. She writhes and wiggles beneath me, against my desk, spreading her legs wider as she curves a hand around the back of my neck. I release my grip on her throat and reach between her legs, swiping the damp fabric aside.

Plunging two fingers in, her spine straightens reactively, adjusting to the immediate intrusion as her eyes grow heavy and hooded. “I’ve been here less than ten minutes and you’re already finger fucking me, Big Daddy.” She licks her lips, her fingers playing at the ends of my hair, making gooseflesh spread down my spine. “Oops, I mean,Mr. Parker.”

The way she draws outmisterhas my cock spitting out precum, soaking my boxer briefs. If I keep this up, I’ll need the spare suit in my office armoire.

I don’t even care.

“The door isn’t locked,” she says, smirking, her tone smoky and seductive. “Anyone could walk in on us.”

Curling my fingers, I take pleasure watching her eyes flutter closed, if only for a fleeting moment. My thumb falls perfectly against her clit, sticky and swollen. Making small, slow circles, I keep my fingers tucked inside her, moving, plunging gently in and pulling slowly out.

The intercom on my phone pings, and Kennedy’s voice fills the office. “Mr. Parker, your daughter is on line one.”

I reach past Winnie’s head to click the intercom, still fingering and rubbing her as I do. She bites my arm as I reach. “One minute.”

I look down at a moaning, needy Winnie, the smart mouthed brat who is now a pliable, horny mess. For me. “Finish me before you take the call,” she begs quietly lifting her hips to seek more of my hand.

I keep fucking her, grinding my cock against her thigh to make her moan. “God, I can’t wait to feel that thing inside me,” she breathes, clutching at old law briefs, grabbing at the desk as I increase the speed between her legs, working her over.

“Oh shit,” she breathes, lifting her head to peer down at the sight, my thick fingers curling and delving, rubbing and fucking. “I’m close, Big Daddy, fuck, I’m so close.”

With that warning, I withdraw my hand and crush my mouth to hers, eating up every single whimpered complaint. Standing, I reach for her and lift her to a sitting position. She watches me intently, eyes narrowed in horny aggression as I suck her juices from my fingers, then adjust my raging erection.

“That’s fucked up.”

“So is living with a bunch of men.”

She slips off the desk, not bothering to pick up the papers that scatter to the floor. “That’s not cool, Big Daddy. You’re withholding my orgasm because I won’t live with you?”

I adjust my tie, then take a sip of the water I brought in with me.

Winnie stomps her foot. “Hello?”

From my periphery, I eye her. “Hi.”

“Don’t ignore me,” she whines.

“Don’t throw a tantrum,” I tell her, perfecting the silk knot at my throat before slipping my suit jacket back on. “You’re gonna break those heels at the rate you’re going.”

“Fuck the heels,” she retorts, tucking a loose curl back into her bun. God, I’d love to have those curls in my fist, those slim hips splayed out in front of me, that full ass backed up into my cock.

Winnie has officially turned me into a fucking horn dog.

Before I went to Brielle’s apartment the other day, my sexual needs were satisfied by sex from a one-night-stand every few weeks, or a nice stroke in my private sauna from time to time. Never before was I driven to madness by a woman, simply because my body and heartneedher so badly.

This little brat is far more than an obsession. I can see that now.

I point toward the door. “Your desk is out there. Transfer clients, send potential clients to lines three, four and five. In the meantime, I’ve had Adobe Photoshop and Illustrator installed on the computer at your desk. I’ve also had a drawing tablet placed there as well as a higher resolution screen brought in. While you’re not taking calls, you’re working on your graphic design project for your graduate degree.”

She blinks at me, mouth open. “How did you know about my final project?”

I tip my head to the side, giving her a sliver of a grin. “Big Daddy knows all.”

She smirks, and my already aching cock throbs between my thighs. “You just called yourself Big Daddy.”

I shrug. “If the massive jock strap fits.”

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