Page 16 of Her Daddy Valentine

“See, Daddy? I didn’t move.” She arches her back and sucks in her lower lip. “Can I have my present now?”

I tug my zipper down while taking slow, deliberate steps back to Claire. I prefer to do this naked, but even in my lust-driven state, I’m not foolish enough to get naked in my office building.

“Depends.” I stop behind her and free my cock from my briefs. It jumps free and falls against Claire’s ass with a hefty thud. She squeals in excitement, grabbing the far end of her desk tightly and driving her hips back to feel my length explore more of her body.

“On what?” she asks, starting to move in a more rhythmic manner against me.

“What it is you want.” I bend over, hooking the bottom of Claire’s skirt in a loose grip and slowly dragging it up. I stop at the crest of her ass, finding myself staring for an ungodly length of time at the sliver of black covering my promised land.

Claire giggles, noticing my leering. “You’ve already given it to me. Well, halfway.” She thrusts her hips back, and my manhood slides between her cheeks.

My grip tightens on the hem of her skirt as I try to keep myself upright at the overwhelming pleasure her movement jolts through my body. Enough messing around. I need this.

NOW.

I hoist her skirt up the rest of the way, and as I bring my hands back to my sides, I tear her panties away with them. They sink into a bundled knot around her ankles.

“We can’t have that.” I grab my cock by the base and slide the tip against her. I hold myself steadier this time, still feeling the thrum of satisfaction tickling my nerves. But I’m back in the driver’s seat, so I won’t be tumbling over today. “You’re my good girl. You deserve everything you want and more.”

“Then give it to me,” she whines. “Give it to me now. I want it, Daddy.”

“Ah, fuck,” I roar, forgetting myself for a moment. At this point, I don’t give a shit who hears me. I glide my head through her slickness one last time to soak it as best I can before resting it against her entrance.

Delighted moans escape Claire, and she drops her head against the table. I’m sure it wasn’t intentional, but lowering her front, propping her ass out, and giving me an even better view of the tight, wet hole waiting to be stuffed.

I gulp down, breathing steady to combat my lightheadedness, and plunge my girth into Claire’s depths. Choking back a noise, trying desperately to escape me, Claire doesn’t have the same restraint. I reach over her, but the motion drives me deeper inside, but this time, I manage to still her noises by clasping her mouth shut with my palm.

She sputters against my hand as I start to rock back and forth. Slow and steady, at first. The irony is almost enough to make me chuckle. But soon, the animal inside me takes control, and I’m sliding my full length back before slamming it into her.

Claire bucks her hips into each one of my strokes, extracting her own pleasure from this scandalous ride. Her moans into my palm, and the sound of our flesh slapping together cascades through the room like the greatest music I’ve ever heard.

It only takes a few more thrusts to feel my muscles tighten. Threatening to cut my fun short, but there isn’t a thing I can do to stop it. While I hold her mouth shut, I need to do the same to myself as I reach my peak. A fierce war cry erupts out of me, barely stifled against my covering. But even while my body grows limp and weak from releasing everything I have, deep inside Claire, she continues to push back. Takes every thrust she can before my legs give in, and I collapse on top of her.

She twists her head out of my grip and starts to kiss me. I want to meet her with the same passion she brings to it, but my body, mind, and spirit have been fucked right out of me.

“I gave it some thought,” she says, somehow still bouncing with energy while I’m more of a husk than a man. She wriggles out from under me and hops back to her feet to fix her skirt. “I don’t think that was only a present for me.”

“Okay, then what was it?” I roll onto my back, panting for air. Claire grabs my cock and shoves it back inside my pants. She keeps her palm over it once it’s tucked away, stroking up and down, making me want to throw myself into her for round two already.

“It was a present for both of us.” She leans over me, keeping one hand over my throbbing, oversensitive manhood while the other moves to my face. “Me, for staying in place, and you.” She leans in and gives me a deep, long kiss. “For protecting your good girl.”

I throw my arms around her, finding a new sense of vigor from her words, and stand upright. Claire bursts into a laughing fit when I start carrying her, digging her legs into my sides for stability while I go in for another kiss.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” I say, once our lips part, “because you’re mine. And I protect what belongs to me.”

EPILOGUE

CLAIRE

Six Months Later

“Why so glum, honey bun?” Vaughn asks. The cheery way with which he speaks isn’t evident on his face at all. He looks at me with deep concern twisting his face and extends his arms out for a hug. “We’re two days out from the biggest day of our lives. I thought you’d be over the moon.”

I flop against his body and hold back my tears from spilling all over his silky, soft white shirt.

“It doesn’t fit anymore,” I mutter against his chest.

“What doesn’t fit?” He strokes my back tenderly, speaking in the calmest voice he can muster.

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