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"What if I want it to be for real?" Archer asks, looking at me in silence, staring deep into my eyes.
I stare back and see a vulnerability I never thought possible from him. He's waiting for my answer. He's… asking me to be his girlfriend. "Do you?"
"More than anything."
More. Than. Anything.
Heat radiates from my chest and spreads through every part of me so quickly that it almost knocks me back.
I stand, erasing the couple of steps between us, and sit on his lap, a leg on either side of him, my skirt bunching at my waist. My fingers tremble when I fumble with his pants button, unzipping them and taking out his cock. It quickly grows and thickens in my palm.
“No underwear. You do want to kill me,” he says.
I look at him, and he's got a quizzical expression on his face, his gaze teetering between fascinated with my actions and confused by them. Well, that makes two of us. Hell, I'm unsure why I'm not saying anything or replying to his question yet. All I want is to get lost in the warmth of him and get his cock buried deep inside me before I answer.
"Hazel…" he starts, a warning in his voice, followed by a low growl.
“Yes, Daddy?” I whisper, remembering our earlier chat. I’ve never had a daddy fetish, but I feel bold and fun and fearless. So Daddy it is.
“Daddy? You’re shameless,” he whispers, a spark of admiration in his eyes.
“Remember how you always said you wanted me to be excellent? Well, there you go.” I position his cock against my opening and sit on it, sliding it all the way in. My inner walls sizzle, and I feel his veins pulsing against me. We're more connected than we’ve ever been. This exhilarating sensation takes hold of me like a fucking cyclone. I know it won't take long until I come on his dick in his office. During daylight, like all the times I imagined in my journal.
Except now, it's real.
Except now, it's better.
I move, and every shift is enough to send zings of awareness up my body. Warnings.
"That's it, baby… take what you want," he whispers, smashing his lips to mine.
This time, I'm the one steering the kiss, swiping my tongue over his, demanding his compliance. Not that he gives me an easy win. No, he teases; he nips my lower lip. But a part of him allows me to dominate right now. I rejoice in my temporary leadership position and bask in every second.
I roll my hips forward and backward, increasing the intensity. Archer slides his fingers into my pussy, coating his fingers with my cream. He withdraws them, and his hand sneaks under the waistline of my skirt. Parting my cheeks, he thrusts the two slick digits inside my asshole.
I'm so turned on that I register the friction, the quick discomfort, but as I move on his cock, the pressure adds to my increasing build-up.
He fucks my pussy and my asshole at the same time, mimicking the rhythm I'm setting on his cock with his fingers. Fast, hard, urgent.
“You like it when Daddy takes care of you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Pleasure rockets inside me like a cold glass cracking under hot water. I quiver in his arms, still moving, curling my hips, jerking.
Archer kisses my cheek. With a couple of powerful pumps, he comes inside me—hard. He groans as he releases, his cock filling me with his hot load.
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend," I whisper in his ear while we're still entangled, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
He kisses my cheek. "Good girl."
"Does that mean I'll have to order my own flowers?"
He chuckles, and the hearty sound reverberates through me. "No."
I should ask him what being his girlfriend entails. Are we going public? Can I tell people? Should we let the office know? What—what would happen if we broke up? Fear lurks in my chest, but I will it away. Right now is not the time for those questions.
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