Page 29 of Filthy Business
She licked me with long, teasing strokes, swirling her tongue around the head before dipping lower to lap at my balls. I groaned and let my head fall back against the chair, my fingers tightening in her hair.
“Fuck, Iris… your mouth was made for Daddy’s cock.”
She hummed in agreement, the vibration shooting straight through my cock. Then she took me deeper. Slow. Intentional. Like she had all the time in the world. Her throat flexed as she swallowed more of me, and I hissed through my teeth when her lips kissed the base.
“Greedy girl. You want Daddy to blow down your throat, don’t you?”
Her eyes lifted—those wicked green eyes—and she pulled back with a wet pop, saliva glistening on her chin.“Not yet. I want to feel it. All of it.”
That did it.
I stood so fast she gasped, and before she could blink I had her yanked up, bent over the desk. I didn’t even bother removing her blouse—just shoved the flimsy fabric up over her back, baring her tight little arse in that pencil skirt. No panties.
Of course.
“You came to work like this?” I growled, palming her bare cheeks.“No fucking knickers?”
“Only for you,” she said sweetly.
I spread her cheeks, nudging my cock against her pussy entrance.
She only had herself to blame when I bred her.
Chapter 13
Iris
He was so easy. I never knew this was the kind of power a woman could wield over a man. It was intoxicating. I spread my legs when I felt his cock brush against me, gripping onto his desk for balance.
He slid higher, nudging against my asshole, and I froze for a second.
“I know exactly how to punish you when we get home,” he murmured.“My filthy little brat will get a taste of Daddy’s wrath.”
I relaxed. We’d already discussed anal plugs.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I said, trying to sound contrite.
He pressed his cock into me, and I gasped. That perfect stretch. The beautiful ache of him spreading me open again—God, it was exactly what I needed. He gripped my shoulders and thrust hard, plunging deep.
I cried out as I clamped down around him, feeling his bare cock inside me.
“Right there, my filthy girl. Take it all,” he groaned.
The hard edge of the desk dug into my hips. My breasts pressed against the polished wood, nipples tight against the cool surface. Every time he slammed into me, the desk creaked, and my body jolted forward.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
Only feel.
He gripped my hips with bruising force, dragging me back to meet every ruthless thrust.
“Fuck, baby—so tight. So wet for me,” he growled, his breath hot against my spine.
I whimpered, unable to respond. My fingers clawed at the smooth surface, trying to find purchase. My legs were shaking, toes curling in my heels. My thighs were already sticky with slick and his filthy promises.
“You were made for me,” he rasped.“Look at you—taking every inch like a good little fucktoy.”
He reached forward, fisting my hair, yanking my head up. My mouth dropped open on a moan as he leaned in, tongue flicking against the shell of my ear.
