Page 54 of Big Daddy

Pen’s eyes veer between the room of people he’s trying to impress, then to me, the man he’s known and trusted and ran asuccessful law firm with for years. “She’s off limits,” he breathes quietly.

I tap my finger to his chin, coaxing the threat from him.

“Or else,” he finally repeats.

I let go, and face the board room. “Pardon the intrusion.” My eyes veer to Winnie, but she’s gone, her seat empty and her notepad missing. With another menacing glance at Pen, I storm back to my office, where I find Winnie pacing, cheeks flared with red.

I lock the door and get to work on my belt.

“How could you embarrass me like that? I’m not yours, Quincey. We’re nothing! I just work at your desk!”

My belt hits the floor with a thud. Her eyes fall to my groin as I work on the fly and button of my slacks. Her chest is rising and falling, but one hand slides to her collarbone, the other to her hip. She’s angry, but she needs me. She fucking needs me the exact same way I need her. I know it. I feel it.

“I could say the same for you, couldn’t I?” I growl, taking her by the hip, spinning her to face the wall of windows behind my desk.

Dragging her hair to one side, I lower my mouth to her neck. My cock weeps at the breathy moan that melts from her lips. Fucking hell, she wants me as bad as I want her. She’s fighting as hard as I’m fighting.

I don’t want to fight. I want to fuck and devour. I want to breed and own, goddamn it.

“You make me insane, Winnie. I can’t stop thinking about you. You belong to me. Quit running. Quit disobeying.”

She backs her ass up into my groin, hissing at the feel of my cock, fat and angry against her. Reaching down, I lift up her skirt and look down at the velvety smooth, supple globes of her full ass. Before I can stop myself, my hand flies to her upper backand I shove her down on my papers, using my other hand to swat her hard.

Her ass reddens and she floods the space with a raspy moan. I pull my cock from my fly and slip my fingers beneath the soft lace of her white thong, tugging it free from the crevasse of my personal goddamn heaven.

“I didn’t disobey you,” she whimpers, her bravado slipping as her desperate need for me surfaces. I feel that same desperation, that same need. “We can’t be together, Big Daddy.”

My cock swells at the use of her stupid little nickname. The one I’ve grown to secretly love.

“You paid that therapy bill. That’s my job. That’s my job to take care of you,” I remind her while smoothing my fat cockhead down her ass, nudging my crown past her swollen, shaved lips. “Goddamn it, baby, we can be together. Wewillbe together.”

One thrust and I’ve sunk every veiny inch into her tight cunt. She turns her head and I find her mouth, fusing ours together. Our tongues twist and our moans collide, my chest tight and hot, sending a flood of desire through my limbs. Not the need to come, but something else. Something deeper.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy, I need to know my cum is soaking your panties while you’re sitting at that desk working. I need to know when you go home to that house full of boys that a man took care of you—I took care of you—and left you over-fucking-flowing.” I take a bite of her throat as she grinds back into me, bouncing her ass against my cock as I thrust forward, the momentum between us intensifying. Slapping skin, hungry moans, the sound of her sucking on my thumb as I hold her by the chin and throat while I force feed her pussy my big daddy dick.

“Fuck me, Big Daddy, fuck me, please. I wanna know what it feels like to have a man’s cum inside me.” My fingers flex overher pulse, hammering in her throat as she whimpers, “Breed me, Big Daddy, make me yourslut.”

I have no right blowing without protection. Not at my age. Not in a woman so young. Not in her, especially.

But going to law school, getting married, taking each case to trial—nothing has ever felt as right as it does when I’m inside of Winnie.

“That’s right, baby, take Big Daddy’s cock, bounce that pretty little pussy on my dick. Take what’s yours.”

With her skirt bunched at her waist and my slacks banded on my thighs, we topple over the desk, the quiet skyline of San Francisco a harsh contrast to our feral, sticky fuck fest. Her pussy strangles my cock as she screams out her orgasm, coming in violent, thrashing waves. Papers fly, her hands slide, my computer shakes, and my vision falls black as the first throbbing wave of cum rockets from my cock.

She clenches, she moans, and she fuckingbegsfor more.

“Yes, Big Daddy, oh my god, yes.”

Another pulse, another shot, more cum. I’ve never come so long and hard, my cock spitting and pulsing in her warm channel as she mewls and begs, torturing me.

“Fill me up, fill me with your cum, Big Daddy. Make me yours forever, undeniably. Please, breed me.I need you to breed me, Daddy.”

When we’re nothing but quivering and panting messes, I take my tie off my neck and slide my aching cock out of the tightest, hottest place I’ve ever been. Dropping to my knees, I watch in rapt fascination as my cream floods her little pink hole, curving her swollen pussy lips as it journeys down her thigh. I press the silk fabric of my tie between her legs and wipe her up before replacing her thong and pulling her skirt down. As she turns, I tuck my cock away, and fasten my pants, retrieving my belt from the floor last.

A few feet between us, she stares at me. “What’s going on between us?”

I shake my head, unable to put up a front. “I can’t quit you.”

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