Page 48 of Filthy Business
It didn't matter with any luck, she’d be pregnant now.
It wouldn't stop me from fucking her all weekend.
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Since my office had become a little too loud for our activities, I moved our liaisons to the new floor. It offered more privacy—and a conference room with a functioning lock on the door.
Connor never reported me to the police, though I was sure he would try to exploit me in some way. I needed to get rid of him before that happened. Iris later confessed that he’d been making her uncomfortable during dinner. I was certain there was more to it, but I didn’t press her. I didn't like seeing her upset. He wouldn’t last long in the London office either way.
I smiled when I heard the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway.
“Ready for some lunch?” I asked, unzipping my pants.
“Yes, please,” she said, closing the door behind her and locking it.
She shrugged out of her jacket, then whipped off her top.
I gulped. She meant business today.
The bra followed.
All I could do was stare as she walked toward me—calm, confident, sinful.
“Mmm. I missed you, Daddy,” she murmured, trailing her finger down my tie.
I cleared my throat, gripped her shoulders, and pushed her down.
“Why don’t you show Daddy just how much? On your knees. Now.”
She obeyed instantly—no hesitation, no sass. Just a brat exactly where I wanted her. Kneeling between my legs, lips already parted, eyes wide with need.
I gripped her jaw.“Open that pretty little mouth. Daddy’s got a job for you.”
She moaned as I slid my cock between her lips, no warning, no easing in. Just thick, hard, and aching to be buried down her throat. Her lipstick smeared instantly—messy and obscene—and it only spurred me on.
“Take it, baby. All the way. I don’t want to see an inch left.”
Her throat tightened, and she gagged, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth. Perfect.
I gripped her hair tight and held her in place, rocking my hips in slow, brutal thrusts. The wet, slick sound of her choking on my cock filled the room, along with the desperate little moans she couldn’t stop.
“Listen to that,” I growled.“You hear how fucking filthy you are? Choking on Daddy’s cock like it’s your air.”
She blinked up at me, tears streaking her cheeks, spit trailing down her chin. Her mascara was smudged, and her mouth—God, her mouth was fucking perfect.
“Such a dirty little brat,” I said, snapping my hips harder now.“Look at you. Covered in spit and precum and still gagging for more.”
She tried to speak, but I wasn’t done. I shoved back in, deeper this time, watching her throat bulge with the force of it.
“That’s it,” I groaned.“Fucking swallow me. You’re just a cock-sleeve for Daddy now, aren’t you?”
She whimpered around me, lips stretched wide, tongue flattened under the weight of my cock. I slapped her cheek lightly, just to watch her flinch and moan.
“You love this. You love being used. You love it when I fuck your mouth until you can’t breathe.”
I held her there, deep and punishing, until she tapped my thigh. I pulled back just enough for her to gasp—then shoved back in again with a groan.
“Messy little whore. You want Daddy’s come, don’t you?”
