Page 7 of Daddy's Intern

She stills as she brushes against my erect cock. It’s a fucking constant state these days whenever I think about her. Seeing her bend over, that phenomenal ass of hers on display in that tight as fucking skirt sent me over the edge, I couldn’t hold back.

I bring my hand down against her ass, and she releases a whimper.

Fuck me. She’s actually enjoying this. She wants this.

I run my finger along her thong covered pussy, and even with the scrap of material that acts as a barrier, I can feel just how fucking soaked she is.

“You’re wet,” I rumble. “Your fucking soaked, baby girl.”

She looks up at me, a smirk on her face. “And you’re hard,” she fires back. “Daddy,” she says with sass.

My cock twitches at her words. Fuck. She’s playing with fire.

“Careful,” I warn, unable to stop my finger from pushing her panties aside and running my finger along her wet pussy lips.

She inhales deeply. “Or what?” she asks, a haughty fucking look on her face. Christ. This woman is pushing me, there’s only so much a man can take before he says fuck it all and does something that he shouldn’t.

I’ve already gone further than I had ever planned, but this minx is continuing to push me.

“Carry on, baby girl, and I’ll take the punishment out on your pussy. My cock’s been aching to be buried inside of it since the moment you walked into my office.”

Her breath hitches, and she moves, her legs straddling me, her arms around my neck, and her pussy against my pants, sitting on my cock. “You want me?” she asks breathlessly.

I grit my teeth, my hands gripping the globes of her ass. I bring her down against my cock. “You feel that?” I growl. Her eyes flash with need, and her nostrils flare. “Yeah, you feel that. My cock is in a constant state of hardness because of you.”

She grins at me. “You should really do something about it,” she taunts, grinding her pussy against my cock.

I reach between us and unsnap my fly, my cock springs free, it’s thick and heavy. “That’s exactly what I’m planning on doing,” I growl as I get to my feet, my hands once again at the globes of her ass. I’m not holding back, she’s fucking taunting me, and I’m done.

I’m taking what the fuck I want.

“Put your hands against the desk,” I snarl. “I want that ass in the air.”

She stares at me, her chest heaving, and she’s got a confused look on her face.

I step forward, my hands going to her white blouse, I’m hard, horny, and no longer in the mood to play. I pull hard, smirking as the buttons fly off her blouse and the material falls open, showing me that pale blue lace bra that she’s wearing, the one that matches the thong she’s wearing.

“Take off your skirt,” I say, my voice like a whip, I’m very close to holding her down as I fuck her relentlessly.

She raises a brow, Christ, she’s fucking killing me.

“Take the skirt off, or I’ll rip it off,” I growl. “You want this baby girl, you want me. I can smell it.”

Her breathing deepens, and the want in her eyes flares up. Oh, she wants this alright, she’s just warring with herself as to whether or not she should give in to the temptation. Slowly. Fucking slowly, she shimmies out of her skirt, showing me her beautiful body.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper as I step closer to her. “Fucking perfect.” I reach for her bra and unhook the clasp. Her breasts are heavy, a perfect handful, I play with them, needing to touch every inch of her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whimpers, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. The look of someone who’s enjoying everything I’m doing to her.

“We shouldn’t,” I agree. It’s fucked up. I was at one point in her life, her stepfather, a man that was supposed to protect her, watch out for her, and love her. Now? Now, I’m the man that wants to fuck her so hard that she’s unable to think straight. I want to obliterate her world, making sure that when she thinks about sex, I’m all that she can see. “But baby girl, there’s so fucking many things that I shouldn’t do, but this,” I say, swirling my tongue around her hardened nipple. “This is going to be the best by far.”

Her hands reach out, and she grips a hold of my desk. Fuck, she looks so sexy, her back arched, her breasts pushed out for me to feast on, her breathing ragged. Utter fucking perfect. I’m going to have this image in my head whenever I sit at my desk. Christ. My cock twitches at the sight of her.

“Mmmm,” she moans as I play with her tits. Sucking, nibbling, and laving at her nipples. I pull back and stare at her, she’s flushed, her skin creamy and silky smooth. “I’m so close,” she whispers, her lips parted.

“You come on my cock,” I snarl, wanting the first time she comes to be around my cock. “Take off the panties, Anna-Beth.”

She’s no longer fighting this, no longer pushing against what we both so desperately want and need. She pulls off her panties, her eyes fixated on me as I strip out of my pants and shirt. This woman isn't going to be leaving anytime soon. Fuck no.

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