Page 102 of Who's Your Daddy
“You’ve burrowed yourself right here.” She taps her fingers against her heart and I swear my breath goes shallow as I wait for her next words. “I look for you in every room. I wait for the moment you walk into this office every day, wondering what you’ll say to make me smile, smiling at just the thought of you.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re making my heart sing right now.”
She snorts and I tug her closer, holding her heart to my own. “Need you to take your clothes off,” she rasps as she tries to reach for the buttons of my shirt. “Need to feel your warmth.”
I could never say no to this woman so despite wanting to just hold her close and hear her tell me all the ways she’s come to crave me, I allow her to show me instead. First, though, I undo the clasp on her bra, enjoying the way she sighs as her breasts drop free. Then I kiss her while she works to undo the buttons on my shirt.
We laugh as she struggles and then like a caveman I grasp the middle and rip it off.
“Oh my God that was hot,” she mutters shaking her head, teeth digging into her bottom lip. I kick off my shoes and one goes flying toward Amy’s computer. Lola laughs as I make a face, hoping I didn’t just break it. If anything, though, it makes Lola more feral. She reaches for my belt and tugs down my trousers and boxers in one move.
Finally naked, standing before her, I sigh, knowing in only a few seconds I’ll be buried deep inside her. Her eyes widen and she licks her lips as she stares at my hard cock which is straining toward her. Lazily, I stroke myself.
“I forgot how big you are.”
“We know you take me beautifully, baby. You were made for this cock.”
She licks her lips like she’s remembering my taste and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll blow just from watching the hunger in her gaze.
I take a step closer and then a disastrous thought hits me. “Fuck, condom.”
Before I can go in search for one—where I have no fucking idea—Lola reaches for my arm, tugging me close. “I want you this way. Bare.”
My eyes swing to hers and my heart works double time as do my lungs. I’m drunk with a need for this woman but she has to be sure. “Once we do this, there’s no going back.”
Lola smiles at me as she reaches for my cock and guides me between her thighs, pausing as my crown notches against her bare pussy. “This changes everything,” she whispers as she pushes closer, swallowing each inch of me.
A groan rips from deep within my chest as I sink inside her and she wraps her arms tight around me, taking me to the hilt. “Fuck, Lola, you’re magnificent.”
She whimpers as she tries to roll her hips against me.From this angle she can’t get what she wants so I drop my hands to her waist and pull her just so, then I slowly pull out before thrusting deep inside her.
“It’s never like this,” I say with a whisper, my lungs not strong enough to fully speak. She’s stolen my breath right along with my heart. “Your pussy was made to grip me. Made to make me throb.”
She rocks her hips against me and I groan. Our Post-it promises are beside me and I stare down at them, thinking we should add this to the list. Fucking her on every surface I can find. Bare. Filling her. I’m in a frenzy then, just thinking of all the places I want to take her. Of all the ways I can have her. “You know how many times I wanted to fuck you on this table. How many times I’ve dreamed of having you here, and on my desk, and on…” I’m lifting her before I can even finish my sentence, knowing where I need to have her right this very fucking minute.
Lola laughs. “Where are we going?”
I ignore her question, keeping a steady grip on her as I walk us through the office, completely naked. With each step, I push deeper inside her heat and she clamps down around me, forcing me to close my eyes and pause so I don’t come on the spot. “Fuck, Lola, do that again,” I mumble, even as I start to walk again.
She squeezes her pussy and pleasure ricochets through me, drawing my balls tight. I speed up knowing I’m about to blow and I need her in position when I do.
“You have a perfect ass, and I can’t wait to spank it while you’re spread across Brian’s desk. Punish you for being his for so many years when you always should have been mine.”
“Cal!” Lola screeches as I enter Brian’s office and round the table, sitting my bare arse down on his leather chair. The seat bends back under both our weight and her eyes widen. “We’re going to break it.”
I motion toward his desk. “Hands on the wood. And hold on tight, I’m not going easy on you.”
“Brian is going to freak.”
I chuckle. “The wanker deserves this after what he’s put us through.”
She bites her lip but I see the moment she realizes I’m right. The moment we become the team and he’s on the outside of that. I love this moment. Maybe that makes me an arse but for so long I’ve had to watch from the outside, knowing I was the right one for her. For some reason, I truly need this. I need to know that I come first.
Well, she’ll definitely come first. All over his goddamn desk. “I’m going to make you squirt,” I promise and those words seem to prompt quicker movements as she settles her beautiful body across his desk, giving me a perfect display of her small round arse. I lean back in the chair, appreciating the view for a second. My dick throbs between my legs, but I won’t rush this. No, I push forward in the chair, and it rolls with my movement, until I’m right behind her. I place one hand on her back, keeping her in place, and then press my lips to one of her cheeks. “Tell me, Lola, how bad do you want me to spank you right now?”
She growls in annoyance and my cock pulses in excitement. “I’m not begging you to spank me.”
I pause and wait, knowing she wants this. My put together, prim and proper girl, with her hair down and her arse up. It only takes a moment for her to wiggle her arse and I chuckle. “Cal,” she whines.
