“So badly.”
“I’ll organize them later,” she says, giggling. I sweep my arm across, and they whoosh off the side, floating to the floor.
A wide grin stretches across my face. “Sort of a bucket list thing,” I explain.
“I totally get it. I’ve always wanted to be fucked on my desk.”
“That makes two of us.”
I spit on her already wet entrance and bury myself to the hilt. She’s so tight I see stars and have to take a second for the fog to clear. My entire lower half is humming.
“Have you been a good girl today?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Christ, Kendra.”
My palms glide up her body to squeeze her full breasts. “This fucking body…” I drift one down to her clit and rub circles over it with the pad of my thumb, and she tightens around my length. I draw out and plunge inside again. “You have the neediest little pussy. Look at you taking every inch of this fat cock.” I withdraw almost completely, then drive inside again. She accepts it like a champ. I love the way her mouth drops open when she makes those sexy noises.
Outside the door, two people walk by, talking among themselves. I cover her mouth and lower my voice. “You better quiet those noises, you wouldn’t want the entire office knowing what a greedy girl you are for Daddy, would you?”
She shakes her head side to side. One of the passersby knocks on the door and calls out to her “Don’t work too hard, Kendra.”
I slow my movement, dragging myself in and out of her tight pussy, her muscles tense, and I’m relishing the pained expression as she tries to remain quiet.
“You’re working so hard, baby girl…” I grin, then nod toward the door. “Answer him.”
I lift my hand from her lips. She struggles to calm her breathing, then forces her eyes shut to focus. “I won’t,” she calls out.
My wicked smile grows. “Good job, baby girl.” I wrap my fingers around the base of her neck and fuck her harder, making the desk rattle. I’m unsure how far away her fellow employees have traveled. I don’t really care. I just want to see her come. She gasps and claps a hand over her mouth, groaning against it.
“There’s my loud girl.” I chuckle and slide the hand on her neck up to her cheek and give a shallow controlled slap. She moans again. “I love the sounds you make when I’m fucking you. Get up.”
She moves to sit up, and I release her, then help her the rest of the way to the floor. I spin her around and press her breastsand the top half of her body against the desk. With my foot, I nudge her foot to the side, spreading her legs wider, and marvel at her dripping, puffy cunt as it twitches with need.
“So beautiful …”
“Please, Daddy?”
“You are so polite when you want to be filled with my cock.” My palm rubs her ass before I deliver the spanking. Then I stuff her with every inch. I am feral for her; there’s something about fucking the woman who’s carrying my child that’s erotic as hell. I want to tear my claws into her.
Ever since the first time she called me daddy, it’s all I think about when I jack off. And now she’s made it come true. She’s made me a literal daddy, and it fuels the fire in me. I never thought this would be something I’m into, but damn, am I ever into it. Pregnant Kendra makes me feral.
Panting, she reaches forward and grabs the edge of the desk, clasping it with strained fingers.
“Is my pretty girl enjoying herself?”
She sobs. “I’m going to come.”
“Let me feel you come on this cock. Say my name… Who gets you off, baby girl?”
I grab her legs, lifting her, and use her like she’s my own personal toy.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out, neither of us caring who hears. “Always you.” I want to feel her shatter.
She clenches around me, and I grip her ass in my hand, digging my fingers deep. She groans into the desk, and I explode. “Oh, good, good girl.” I flood her with me, continuously thrusting until it’s dripping down her thighs.
Gently, I lower her calves and pull out. Holding her back to my chest, I turn her chin to the side so I can kiss her. “Holy shit,” she says, panting on shaky legs. “Have I told you how much I love our sex? It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”