Page 87 of Devious Secrets

“Please, what, baby? What do you need? Tell daddy what you need.” Her cheeks flame with the moniker I use, but her pussy tells me everything I need to know. Drenched with arousal, her pussy clamps tighter around me.

“I need to come. Please. Oh…” Her eyes roll when I put more pressure on her clit and angle my hips to drive even deeper into her.

“You want to come?” I nip her shoulder. “How badly?”

“Please.” She squirms beneath me, chasing after a release she won’t get until I give it.

“Please, what?” I whisper in her ear, thrusting harder. Fuck me if I keep teasing her, I’m going to explode before I get a chance to hear her say it.

“Please let me come,” she whines and it’s sweet and sultry and makes my cock even harder.

“Please let me come, what?” I bite down on her earlobe and lean up. I want to see her say the words. Not just feel them.

I’ve never been one to play into the daddy game, but fuck, when she said it earlier, my balls pulled so tight I thought I was going to make a mess in my fucking pants.

Her pink tongue runs along her bottom lip before she bites down on it. Fuck, she’s so fucking angelic the way she’s looking up at me. It’s too bad for her, she married the devil.

“Please. Let me come, daddy.” She smiles softly as she says it, her cheeks brightening with the words.

“Fuck, baby, come. Come all over my cock,” I growl as I plow into her. The devil has been unleashed, and there will be no stopping now.

Over and over, I drive into her, hearing her pants and moans that mingle into mine.

“Your pussy feels so damn good wrapped around me.” My fingers tighten around hers.

“Harder, please, harder.” She pulls her legs up again and I’m lost to her.

Driving deeper into her and harder. “Good girl. Good girl.”

“Oh, God, Alexander,” she moans, then cries out as her body pulls tight. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she comes unraveled beneath me, pulling me right into the sweet haze of release with her.

“Fuck!” It’s animalistic, my roar, but still it leaves me with no relief compared to the explosion of my orgasm.

My chest heaves as I try to catch air, gently releasing her hand and cupping her face.

“Megan Volkov.” I whisper her name, placing a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Welcome home.”

Mira’s cell phone number is a dead end. The same dead end it’s been for months. And the text I sent to the last number she messaged me from goes unread. I’m not even sure she’s getting them. Maybe she tossed the phone after our last short conversation.

As I walk through the massiveness of Alexander’s home, I scroll through her old social feeds, looking to see if she’s been active. Of course I find nothing.

Mira has been my roommate for years; we’re practically sisters at this point. If something horrible was happening to her, I’d feel it. We can always sense when the other is in trouble. And other than frustration at not being able to get a hold of her, I’m not panicking.

Yet.

A guard stands outside Alexander’s office door when I make my way to it.

“Is he in a meeting?” I ask, slipping my phone into my back pocket.

“He is, but you can go in.” He pushes the handle that still has the scratches on it from my ill attempt at breaking in and eases the door open.

“Oh, no, if he’s busy, it’s?—”

“Megan? Come here,” Alexander calls from his desk.

When I step inside, three other sets of eyes turn toward me. His brothers, I recognize, but the fourth man is a stranger to me.

“It’s not important. I was just wandering…er, looking around. You’re busy.” I glance at the men. They don’t seem at all worried about how long they look at me, unlike the others at the reception last night.

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