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Moving back to my desk, I look back up at her as I sink into my chair, Briar following, dropping to her knees between my feet. She shoves her shirt and bra into one of my drawers, and with a raging hard-on and racing heart, I watch.
“I’m angry with you for not listening to me. The last three months I only pretended to beherbecause I knew you wouldn’t considerme. I knew you set all your dating sites to women your age. I knew you’d told a few girls that messaged you that they were too young. I knew that what I was doing was deceptive, but I gambled, West,” she says, crawling under my desk. “And everything I shared with you onVeiledwas real. I do take care of my father, he is a deadbeat, my last boyfriend was a year ago, I want to be your babygirl?—”
She smooths her palms over my knees, but it’s those last two words that finally shake me from my trance. I’m not trying to be angry, but I’m holding onto my rage as a reminder that she made a choice to deceive me, and had opportunities to tell me otherwise.
I push her hands off my knees, and as if expecting and prepared, she moves them to her breasts, pushing them together as she crouches at my feet, her beautiful face half shrouded by the shadows beneath my desk.
“You knew what I was looking for. You knew what I liked. You had access to my innermost secrets, and you violated my privacy, Briar,” I tell her slowly, realizing as I say the words that I am angry about this. It’s not just that she lied to me, it’s that she learned my most sensitive, protected secret whilelying to me. She got me to play the most private card I have, all while pretending to be someone else. “How can I believe you at all?”
She’s at my feet, gorgeous little tits out, in my office, at this high school which she just attended last fucking year, and the more she tries to convince me that she’s my other half—the more my rage grows.
The calm, bumbling guy that let her pull off her shirt and crawl under my desk is gone, replaced with the angry, hurt, embarrassed, exhausted man who thought he found the love of his life, but instead gottricked. I look down at Briar between my legs, and clench my jaw, letting my rage run free.
“You want me so bad?” I growl, trying to keep my voice low as the meeting is over and people are in offices all around me. And I don't know if anyone saw her come in. Her being in here is absolutely fucking foolish. Doingthisis even worse.
But I can’t stop.
She deserves this.
Sheowesme.
I reach down and unzip my pants, and pull my hard cock out. Straining and pink, veins thick, the head shiny and slick, when Briar’s eyes go hooded at the sight of it, I nearly lose my mind.
Reaching under the desk, I fill my palm with her hair and jerk her down on my cock. Her mouth, wet and warm, swallows up the first few inches, and the sound she makes has my stomach clenching. A cross between a moan and a whimper, she bounces on her haunches below the desk as she suckles, kisses and gags on me, all the while maintaining this crazy intense eye contact.
This is wrong.
She’s a liar.
She’s too young.
I don’t love her.
I am not fucking in love with her.
Hand still buried in her hair, I push back from my desk, her cheeks hollowing until her mouth is empty. Saliva shines on her bottom lip, and wets her chin. I drag her to her feet, push her down over my desk and shove her leggings and panties down.
“You want me, huh? You’re telling the truth, right? So if I fuck you bare right now and get you pregnant, you can’t escape me, Briar. And that’s what you want?”
My pencil cup goes flying, blue pens and sharpened pencils rolling toward the closed door. I press her face into my calendar as she strains to peer my way. I love the way she looks shoved into my desk, face red, perfect little ass in the air. I press my chest to her back, quietly hissing, “I’d fucking spank you right now if I could. Do you hear me? God, you make me so fucking angry, Briar. Do you understand how much I wanted you? I wanted you so badly,” I growl, rising as I find her slit with my fingers, moaning at how wet and sticky she is. Aligning my head, I look down at her one last time, her blue eyes barely catching mine as she strains to look back at me. “Take it, Briar. Take my dick, and take my cum, because you want it, don’t you?”
She nods against the desk, reaching out to grip the edge as she whispers, “Yes, Daddy, please. Please?—”
I jerk her head up off the desk, and lean down, cock buried in her tight little cunt as I spit against her lips. Briar’s eyes roll in her head as her pink tongue darts out, swiping at my saliva, collecting it as a hum radiates in her chest. “What was that? Lying little slut, tell me this is what you want.”
My groin smacks her ass with each unhinged thrust inside of her. She’s so tight and wet, and the way she stays focused on me does nothing for the budding obsession I’m tryingdesperately to fucking ignore. “More, Daddy,” she breathes, a manila folder full of sports physicals falls to the floor, sending papers everywhere. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry,” she breathes, and then her cunt is spasming, clenching and releasing all over me, milking my cock for everything it's worth.
Sweat slides down my temple as I glance at the closed but unlocked office door.
I could lose my job for this.
Worse things could happen if anyone walked in that door.
Taking Briar by the hips, I turn her around and shove her leggings further down as I pant, draping her legs over my shoulders. This is foolish. We shouldn’t be doing this. I know better. She’s too young. This is wrong.
But her taking my cock as she calls me daddy has fully rewired my brain. I thrust my hard cock into her, and slap my hand over her mouth in time to catch her slutty little cries.
“Don’t you dare fucking lie to me,” I warn, dropping my thumb to her clit. Fuck, her cunt is so tight, I’m starting to wonder—I look down between us, where our bodies join, finding her hairless pussy eating up my fat cock, the sight forcing me to clench my ass in restraint.
