Page 10 of Mack Daddy

For three nights straight, we’ve spent more time fucking than sleeping. We take breaks to eat in between but don’t do much else. My body constantly burns for him, and I think I’ve become obsessed because even now, as I look up college courses in his office, I’m waiting for him to take his lunch break so I can ride him again.

There’s a special kind of deepness when I sit on his cock in his desk chair. There isn’t an inch of space between us, and I can feel him in my belly as I ride him. It’s addicting and somewhat painful, but the orgasm is more intense.

When the phone rings, I don’t hesitate to answer it as I have been all morning because Amy is swamped with paperwork for one of their dealership contracts.

“Mack’s Mechanics, this is Emma, how can I help you?” I try to sound upbeat, but it comes off as distracted because Mack walks in, stripping off his shirt as he closes and locks the door behind him.

“I need to speak to Mack,” the male voice on the other end of the line demands, sounding like he’s in a mood.

“Sure, Mack Daddy is right here.” There’s a sharp inhale of breath over the phone, but Mack’s growl pulls my attention as he comes around the desk and takes the phone from my hand.

Standing in front of me, I can see the growing outline of his cock and decide to free him of the confines of his jeans. The prongs of the zipper sound like little bombs going off in my ears because I’m laser-focused as he speaks on the phone.

As soon as I’ve got his cock free, I grab the stalk and lick the moisture leaking out like a lollipop. His hand grips my hair, tugging until I look up at him. His eyes blaze with need, and I grin, not hesitating to wrap my lips around his girthy length and take him as far back as I can, using my hands to pump the flesh that won’t fit in my mouth.

I don’t stop bobbing up and down. Not when he covers the mouthpiece of the phone and curses. Not when his glare threatens a spanking I’ve been dying for. And not when his grip in my hair tightens to the point of pain. No, I won’t stop until his cum drips down my throat and makes a mess of my lips. I keep going, sucking deeply and swallowing when the head reaches the back of my throat. He gives me a tug in warning, and I know he’s about to come, but he’s not done on the phone.

Licking and sucking his cock, I swallow and relax, forcing myself to take him deeper, working my throat to massage him until he grits his jaw, shooting his load and trying to listen to the man on the phone.

Pulling off his dick slowly, I lick around my lips before kissing the tip and getting to my feet. He sits down and continues glaring at me. Offering a smile, I strip off my dress and panties. I hadn’t bothered with a bra today because my pebbled nipples being visible through my clothes makes him painfully feral.

Bending over his desk, I spread my ass cheeks and lift my hips, offering myself to him in any which way he chooses. When he stops talking, I hit the mute button on the phone so the person on the other end can’t hear what he’s about to do.

I feel the ache of his hand landing on each cheek a few times before laying into my pussy, slapping me until I come from the torturous pain and sharp sting of his fingers. Standing, Mack lines up his cock with my hole and slams inside so forcefully the desk moves.

“Daddy!” I cry out, and he hits the unmute button so he can speak. I’m betting the person heard my cry, too. After a few minutes, he hangs up, and there’s a tense silence before Mack moves or speaks.

“You fucking dirty little slut.” One hand pins me to the desk by the back of the neck, and the other puts pressure on my lower back. “You want people to watch us?” My pussy flutters. I don’t know if I want anyone to, but I like the idea of nearly being caught. “You want another dick inside this cunt, Emma?”

“NO!” I scream emphatically. There is not a chance in this lifetime that I want anyone touching me but Mack. “No, Daddy, please, no. I only want you to fuck me.” He slaps my ass for the curse word. “Please, Daddy, don’t make me a whore and let other men fuck my cunt.” I love when he spanks me, so I swear as much as I can.

“Then don’t be a fucking slut, sweet girl. This cunt belongs to me.” When his hips begin moving, it’s slow at first. Too slow, and I realize he’s doing it to torture me, but I still enjoy it.

“Please, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck. Me. Hard.” Two more swats on the ass, and he finally moves, wrapping a hand around my mouth so I don’t alert anyone to what we’re doing. Although they likely know since this is the fourth time he’s been in here this morning. And well, we haven’t exactly been discreet.

Bending over me, Mack murmurs in my ear, “You want it hard?” I nod. He gives me exactly what I want, releasing all his pent-up frustration from the way I gave him head while he was on the phone and the annoyance he feels over not being able to fuck me all day. He takes it all out on my pussy, and I explode three times before he topples over the edge with me.

With a geyser of cum inside me and still catching our breaths, a thought finally occurs to me. “I could be pregnant.” The words tumble out.

His dick twitches within me, and I moan. “I know,” he mumbles with his lips on my neck below my ear, and I shiver. His hips start pistoning again, and I don’t know how he does it. “Why do you think I’ve been going at you like it’s the end of the fucking world. I want this pussy bred and claimed before the week is out. Because when you marry me, it won’t be enough. I need more. I need you tied to me in a way that leaves no room for argument about who you belong to.”

“Mack!” I gasp and look back at him.

“Whores are property, sweet girl. Don’t ever fucking forget that.” I love his unfiltered mouth. The way he calls me his whore but treats me like his princess. I need it. I need him.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whisper as he makes love to me this time, taking his time to fuck me properly. To be gentle and show me that he’s not just an animal but a man in love, as well.

“You know Daddy loves you more than life.” I do. It’s the first time we’re saying it, but he’s proven it to me in everything he does for me. This man is my forever, and I can’t wait to give him babies and carry his name.

CHAPTER 9

Mack

“You’re sure about this?” I ask Emma for the fifth time since we woke up this morning. I asked her to marry me that day in my office. After we said I love you to each other, I’d taken her home, where we spent the next two days holed up making love.

By the time we pulled apart, our bodies were beyond exhausted, and after I popped the question properly with a ring I’d picked up early one morning while she was still out cold, we slept for probably an entire day.

That was a week ago. The frenzy of being attached to each other has worn off slightly, but I don’t think my dick will ever not get hard when she walks into a room. It can’t help it, Emma just does it for us.

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