Page 8 of Daddy's Intern

Once we’re both naked, I notice that Anna-Beth’s eyes have widened as she looks at my cock. I smile. “You can touch it,” I tell her, and she shakes her head.

That’s okay, I’ll feed her pussy with it first, then I’ll feed her mouth. My baby girl isn’t leaving my office until I’ve had my fill.

Although, I have a feeling that’s never going to happen.

I reach for her, lifting her up onto my desk. Her ass is just on the edge, it’s giving me the perfect access. I can see her pussy, it’s dripping wet, I want to taste it. I dip a finger inside her tight, wet heat and bring it to my lips. Her eyes dilate as I suck on it. Her breathing deepens, almost stopping.

“Mmm,” I groan. Christ, that’s the sweetest fucking taste I’ve ever had. A man could become addicted to it. “Gonna fuck you now, baby girl.”

I hook her legs over my elbows, my hands gripping her hips, and I thrust deep inside of her, pushing past the resistance I feel and burying myself to the hilt. I hear her strangled scream as I bite back a curse, trying my hardest not to come right here and now. Fuck. She’s so damn tight. So fucking good. Christ, nothing has felt this damn good. Ever.

I slowly pull out of her, the heat of her pussy already trying to pull me back in. I keep my teeth clenched and go slow, trying to not nut right now. She’s panting, her eyes are closed, her hands clenching the edge of the desk. “Tate,” she breathes.

I punch my hips into her, it’s hard and brutal. “That’s not what you call me,” I snap.

Never. Not once have I been this brutal with anyone, hell not once have I demanded anyone to call me daddy, either. But with Anna-Beth, it’s different, it’s more than just fucking. I know that deep down. There’s something about this woman that makes me want so fucking much more.

“Daddy, it hurts,” she whimpers.

I pull out of her and swallow hard when I look down at my cock. Her blood coats it. What the fuck have I just done? I look up at her, she’s watching me carefully, her eyes wide and filled with pain.

“You should have told me,” I say, a lot gentler than I fucking feel.

She glances away, shame sliding in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Christ. I’m an ass. Fuck.

“I want you, Anna-Beth. That’s never going to fucking change. But had I known that you were a virgin, I’d have gone gentle with you.” I sink to my knees. I’m going to enjoy this.

Her pussy is soaking wet, those puffy lips begging for me to lick them. I don’t hesitate, I need to get her relaxed, and her taste is ambrosia. The best and sweetest fucking taste ever. I inhale deeply, letting the sweet scent of her fill my nostrils. So sweet, so fucking perfect.

I swipe my tongue against her folds, and she arches off the table. I press my hand against her stomach, pushing her so that she’s once again flat against the table. I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of this. I’m going to make her beg me for more, it’s going to wipe away any doubts that she has of us.

She has no idea what this means. I’m not letting her go. I’m going to ensure that every doubt she has about us will be eradicated. Anyone has a problem with our relationship—that’s exactly what we’re going to have—then it’s their damn problem, and if they bring it to me, I’ll ensure that they know what happens when you fuck with me and what’s mine and that’s exactly what Anna-Beth is. Mine.

She’s grinding against my face, her pussy is drenched, and with every swipe of my tongue, it only intensifies. Fuck. I’m going to be feasting on her daily. Fuck. Morning, noon, and night, this is all I’ll need.

She’s whimpering and whining, she’s close to the edge, and my cock is weeping with pre-cum, dying to be inside of her. But not yet. I’m not exactly small, and I’ve already fucked her harder than ever, and she’s never had a cock inside of her. No doubt her pussy is bruised, but I’ll make it better.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, and she moans long and hard. “Baby girl, you like that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers. “Please, more,” she grits out.

I push a finger inside her warm, tight, wet channel. “God,” she cries out as I thrust deeper into her.

It doesn’t take long for her to start grinding against my finger, pulling me further into her. Her movements are unabashed, she’s lost in the pleasure, and I fucking love that she’s not ashamed. “More, please, Daddy,” she whimpers as I withdraw my finger.

I rise to my feet and see her eyes are half-mast, drunk on lust, her teeth biting down onto her luscious bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” I instruct her, my cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum, but it’s not time for that yet. No, I haven’t had my fill of her pussy yet, nowhere fucking near.

Her lip’s part, her breath catches, and I insert two fingers into her mouth, one of which was deep inside her pussy only seconds ago.

“Suck,” I hiss as she closes her lips around my digits.

She does as instructed, her eyes close as she releases a contented sigh, all the while sucking my fingers deep into her mouth. “That’s it, baby girl, taste yourself on me,” I growl.

She’s a sight to behold, so beautiful. Her cheeks flushed, her drunken eyes swirling with so much lust and want that it’s testing the threads of my control. She just knows exactly what to do to push me to the edge.

“I’m going to make you come now, baby girl, once you do, I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her as I sink to the floor again, my finger pushing into her pussy.

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