Page 78 of Big Daddy

“Is the pad on the seat?” I ask awkwardly because why in the fuck would a normal person ask this? Heat swells in my cheeks but I keep my eyes on his.

“Light blue.”

Well, fuck.

“I’ll stand,” I insist, giving him what I feel is my most forceful smile.

“Sit,” Big Daddy says as Kennedy moves toward the door.

Reluctant but with a zipping pulse, I move toward him and take a seat in the chair. The view of the office is incredible. I love this space. My mind is racing, and I can’t believe this place is mine.

I earned it.

I did it.

I have to admit, and I think it’s why my eyes are getting teary—part of me wondered if I’d ever make it. If I’d just be the lost and wandering soul whose parents died way too young.

But I have a story. I have a business.

And I have a relationship.

A serious one, I might add.

But we’re on the outs right now so that I can win back his daughter’s love, so instead of turning this into what could be the hottest fuck session ever, I stay silent and still.

He cups my breast before reaching past my groin to lift my skirt, revealing the dark spot over my pussy, bleeding into the fabric of the seat, spreading slowly. I am so wet, my clit is so utterly swollen that I think if this man’s tongue even grazed me I’d come.

“You like the office?” he asks, or at least I think he’s asking before he reaches further, swiping between my swollen lips, gathering my arousal while nudging my clit. I can’t help but moan as my neck turns to Jell-O, my head falling back between my shoulders. His mouth finds mine for a hot second before I drop my head forward, away from him.

I’m so close to making it, I can’t slip now.

“I love it,” I breathe, working hard to keep my eyes open, to fight the erotic fog that rolls over me after he casually touches my aching pussy. I’m almost in pain. I need to come so bad. I’m dying to grind something at this point even, I swear. I need Big Daddy’s cock so bad.

“But we need to get to lunch with Brielle.”

He leans over, his shoulder pressing into my tits, keeping me rooted to my chair. From between my legs, warmth spreads and I grow wetter and wetter. Quincey kisses my chest, tugging down the top of my dress to seal his mouth over my breast.

He sucks, and I moan, the tight seal of his lips against my aching breast making my toes curl. Each time he sucks, something hot runs through me from head to toe, igniting raw and primal needs.

I want him to suck me. I want him to reach between my legs and make me come while he sucks me. I want him to slide that thick, pink cock of his into my wet pussy and make me come.

But we’re not ready for that just yet.

Later though? It’s on.

I get to my feet as he drops to his knees, lifting my skirt to expose my soaked panties to him. “You’re gonna talk to me and you’re not gonna be a brat that abstains. You hear me?” He sucks the arousal out of my panties then jerks them to the side, moving the tip of his tongue around my clit in slow, sweet circles. Big Daddy licks between my lips, and my entire cunt pulses, the throb so deep it echoes through me like a drum beat. I want this man to fuck me so badly.

He eats me so well; my thighs tremble and my hips start to rock. His head pops up as my hands spread out across my brand-new desk. I swallow, finding my mouth dry and pulse in my ears. I have to keep my will power up or I will 100% get intimate and spill the beans.

He munches on me, making my toes curl, ignoring the raging erection in his own slacks. I peer at our reflection in the window, so glad that the blinds are closed. His cock is heavy, stretching the front of his dress pants as he leans into me, feasting. God, he eats so well, and his cock is so perfect and thick.

He comes up for air. “Fuck what I said before. When I’m done with you, a new rule. No panties.”

I cock a brow. “Why?”

He sucks my clit into his mouth and releases it as soon as my back arches, that asshole. “Because…” he deadpans, “I’m still hungry. I want access to my favorite meal whenever I fucking want.”

He doesn’t wait for me to reply as he wraps my ankles around his neck, my ass pressed into my new desk, and pulls me into him. The week of silence has been eating at both of us… no pun intended.

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