Page 79 of Big Daddy

He tears my panties off my body and balls them up, in one swift motion that both electrifies and terrifies me. Shoving them in my mouth, Big Daddy eats me out and keeps me quiet, and I’m so fucking glad he shoved my panties in my mouth. I couldn’t keep quiet otherwise, and I don’t know why he’s granting me the grace, but I’m grateful.

He suckles at my clit as he works three fingers inside me, slow at first but then deep and quick, the same way I love his cock. “You bratty little slut,” he groans into me, his hands keeping my thighs open and apart. “You need your slut pussy licked to feel good, don’t you?”

My entire body shakes. I’ve been horny for him for days. This moment is not going to last.

Quickly, he drops a hand from my thigh and reaches between his legs, I hear his belt, and I feel him curse against my cunt, too. A moment later he’s groaning, and I tip my head to the side to catch the reflection of him, coming thick, long ropes all overthe floor beneath my desk. He’s coming from going down on me, from us being apart for so many days. God that’s so fucking hot. My toes curl, my body tightens, and my pussy screams.

“I’m coming, holy shit, I’m coming,” I moan softly, but everything is muffled from the sweet flood of my own pussy, melting onto my tongue off of my panties. I love that he can’t hear me, only feel me clench and writhe.

I keep my eyes on his cock, twitching in his hand, strands of cum still spurting out, less frequent but still. He strokes himself again and again, getting out more and more as my orgasm tears through me, leaving me a hot, molten mess.

When I’m too sensitive, I push him away, and he begins cleaning my floor with a towel he pulled from my desk drawer. I’m glad he had the foresight to make a sex drawer. It makes sense for a couple with our high drives.

“We have to go,” I breathe, wanting to acknowledge how insanely hot it was to watch him come, but scared to go too far. We weren’t supposed to fool around. The way he makes me come gives me loose lips. And I know he’ll be ecstatic to learn his first grandchild is on the way. I can’t wait to see his face light up.

But his daughter has to tell him.

Fixing my hair and adjusting my clothes, Big Daddy stops me with a singular question. “Are we okay?”

I pick lint from my dress as I reply, “You just ate me out. Would I let you do that if we weren’t?”

He storms toward me, pants still undone, hair still a mess. “And yet you’ve ignored me all week.”

I get my things and head to the door, only opening it when I sense him behind me. “I love the space. I appreciate it so much. Thank you,” I breathe, peering up at him over my shoulder. His eyes smolder with anger and desire.

“You’re welcome.”

I thank God that people are in the elevator, and we don’t ride down in awkward silence. And that same crowd of people drift around the parking garage, allowing me to get into my car easily, simply waving goodbye to Big Daddy through the window. He glares at me, and my pussy screams. I love his nasty glare. I love his filthy mouth. I love him so much, period.

I call Brielle as I pull out of the parking garage. “B, I cannot wait for this lunch because keeping this secret has been awful.”

She laughs but her laughter trails off. “Shit, I... I didn’t think of that.”

We sit in silence, both of us likely thinking about Quincey and how he’ll react to the news. The light in front of me turns red, and I come to a stop behind another black sedan.

“You don’t think he’ll be mad I told you first, do you?” Brielle asks, the sound of Aug and Lance heavy in the background. “Oh,” she says, replying to them. “We’re at the restaurant, Win. See you soon.” She hangs up and at that precise moment, my phone rings.

“Hello?” The number isn’t programmed into my phone.

“Who were you speaking to on the phone?” Big Daddy asks, and I twist my gaze to my side and rear-view mirrors, finding his town car behind me.

“Whose phone are you calling from?” I ask, annoyed at how much of a stalker he is. Except, I bite the inside of my cheek to stop my smirk. I may not be as annoyed as I’m acting. I may actually like the way he keeps track of me. Especially knowing he does it even after the shitty week I’ve put us through.

“Answer my question first,” he says.

“Brielle.” I chew my lip as the light turns green, and the car in front of me surges ahead. I follow, eager, my foot extra leaden today as I signal into another lane.

“Slow down.”

“Answer my question,” I bait, knowing it’s got to be the driver’s phone. No one else is in that town car with him.

“The driver’s,” he says, confirming. “Slow the fuck down.”

I don’t listen though because the entire reason for wanting to go fast and get there more quickly is so that I can end this secret tension.

“See you there.” I almost end the call but not telling him that I love him sours me, so before I hang up I quickly add, “I love you.”

Luck is on my side when I find a parking spot on the street and sneak into the restaurant just a minute before Big Daddy.

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