Page 31 of Secret Confession
I pull out my phone and send Courtney a text.
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Come to my office, now!
I switch to the livestream, where she’s sitting in the library, curled up on the sofa with a book. I watch her take her phone out of her pocket so she can read my text. My heart beats faster when I see the smile that spreads across her face as she places the book on the sofa before rushing to her feet.
I follow her on the cameras as she practically sprints through the house towards my office. When she reaches my corridor, I place my phone in my pocket and lean back in my chair, making it look like I haven’t been anxiously waiting for her to get here.
There’s a soft knock on the door, and it opens slowly when I shout for her to come in. Once she’s inside, and has closed the door behind her, she stops in front of my desk, shuffling from one foot to the other like she’s nervous.
She has her lower lip between her teeth again, and fuck does my dick twitch in excitement.
I drag my gaze over her, taking in the soft cotton summer dress she’s wearing. It’s pale blue, making her look even more delicate than normal, whilst also bringing out the colour of her eyes.
The spaghetti straps show off her shoulders, before scooping down over her cleavage, giving the barest hint of her tits. Given the way her nipples are poking through the soft cotton, it’s clear she’s not wearing a bra, but given how perky her tits are, it’s obviously not needed.
The soft fabric clings to her waist and her hips, outlining her curves perfectly, particularly her peachy arse. It shows off the very best parts of her, and I almost want to upgrade my entire security system because my cameras didn’t do her nearly enough justice.
She shuffles nervously as I unashamedly ogle her, my body heating from how gorgeous she is. Her eyes darken as she no doubt sees mine do the same, letting her know how much she turns me on when she looks at me with fire in her eyes.
“Are you ready to learn how to swallow Daddy’s cock?” I ask, looking down at the tent in my trousers, before wagging my brows suggestively.
She continues chewing on her lower lip, before giving me a small shy smile as she nods once. “Yes, Daddy.”
I crook my finger, beckoning her over to me, my heart pounding when she follows without argument. She doesn’t stop until she’s standing in between my legs, towering over me as I lean back in my comfy office chair.
I reach out and grab hold of her hips, pulling her onto my lap as she lets out a startled yelp. She quickly adjusts, straddling her legs on either side of my thighs as I slam my lips against hers, claiming her mouth with a bruising kiss.
Courtney’s summer dress bunches around her hips, exposing her lacy white thong as she rubs herself against me. My tongue devours her, tasting as much of her as I can, as I use my hold on her hips to rub her sweet pussy against my trouser-covered cock. I swallow her moans as she rocks against me.
As I pull my lips away from hers, I take in the way her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen, and I can’t help but wonder what she’ll look like when I’ve finished with her.
“Get down on your knees and crawl underneath my desk,” I tell her.
Although there’s a very obvious expression of shock on her face, with maybe even a hint of embarrassment, she does as she’s told and slides onto her knees on the floor.
She looks up at me through hooded lashes, the sweetest smile on her face, and I almost come just from how innocent she looks, knowing I’m about to ruin her even more.
“Take out my cock,” I say, as I unfasten my belt and pull it out of the loops, before placing it on my desk.
I watch as she gulps, her hand shaking as she reaches over and unfastens the button on my trousers. As she slides the zip down, I help her out by pulling my shirt out from beneath the waistband.
Her gaze flicks between my face and where her hands are resting on the waistband of my trousers as she tucks her fingers underneath, scraping gently across my bare skin as she takes hold of them, along with my boxers.
She pulls them down just enough for my cock to spring free, and I breathe a sigh of relief that I’m no longer confined within my boxers. It eases the throbbing ache that only grew the moment this beautiful girl sank to her knees for me.
Courtney looks up at me, uncertainty glistening in her eyes, and for the briefest moment, it hits me how fucking lucky I am. She’s never touched another man like this, or had anyone touch her. Knowing I’m the first does stupid things to my heart, but it also awakens some primal need to be the only one who ever sees her like this.
I give her a reassuring smile as she reaches over, her hand shaking as she gently wraps her fist around the base of my shaft. I bite back a groan at thefeel of her soft skin against my heated flesh. I have to grip the arms of my chair to keep from grabbing her hair and forcing her onto my dick.
Be patient, arsehole. Give her the time she needs to explore, before you push her limits.
I mean, it’s easy to think it, but it’s much harder to put the thoughts into practice when she’s looking up at me with those big, beautiful blue eyes.
“Don’t be scared, Little Lamb. You can hold me tighter as you stroke.” I wrap my hand around hers, tightening my grip to show her what I mean.
She’s a quick learner, and it doesn’t take long before I’m able to move my hand away from hers. She strokes my length with long, purposeful strokes that drive me crazy.
