Page 65 of Daddy's Game

She moaned into my mouth, her grinding growing more intense. I pulled her panties to the side as she undid my fly. Grace fished my throbbing member out of my zipper and whimpered her need as she lifted her hips in the air. She lowered herself down, eyes squeezing shut as she sat on my cock.

Grace gasped as I slid deeply inside of her. I pulled her blazer off down to her elbows, then used my teeth to pull the spaghetti strap of her cami off her shoulder. My lips kissed and licked her sensitive skin as she rocked and gyrated on my lap.

“You’re magnificent,” I gasped, my voice husky and strained.

Grace threw her head back and cried out, her scream of passion echoing in my large office. I put my hands at the small of her back and supported her as she shook and moaned and came hard.

Grace almost fell back, but for my hands holding her up. Instead, she fell forward, her hair brushing my cheek as she rested her chin on my shoulder.

I held her as our sweat mingled and cooled. Whatever was bothering her, I hoped she would let me help her with it.

And if not, at least I could make her feel good for a while.

25

GRACE

Ilay breathlessly draped across Brock, panting for breath as little sparkles fired off behind my closed eyelids. The city lights outside stood silent, stalwart witness to our heated encounter.

This is so good…but it’s not why I came over.

“What are you thinking about?”

I patted Brock on his beefy shoulder. I felt tiny on his lap. Brock’s six foot four frame packed a considerable amount of meat on it.

“I’m thinking that I’ve been a bad girl.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Brock snatched up his tie and looped a ligature over my left wrist.

“No, not like that…I mean, not yet.”

I slipped my hand out of the silken garment and sat up straight on his lap. His member remained inside of me, a ready, throbbing warmth that signaled Brock was far from spent.

“I mean, I didn’t just come over here to jump your bones.”

“Jump my bones? Is that the parlance of our times?”

I laughed, but stifled it quickly.

“Stop making me laugh. This is serious. Do you understand me? Serious.”

“All right, I’m listening.”

“Brock, I came over here because I need your help.”

“My help with what?”

“It…It’s hard for me to ask people for favors. Especially people I’m close to. Or in love with.”

Brock’s face took on such a faux studious appearance I almost burst into laughter again.

“All right. I hereby formally acknowledge that asking favors is hard for you. As if I couldn't tell…”

I slapped him on the shoulder.

“Oh, I’m not that obvious about it…am I?”

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