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“I have lots of work to do,” she protested.
“You need rest. And what my baby needs, she gets. And the truth is, I need you close.”
“Ohh. Well, if you need me.” She gave him a shy smile.
“Sweet as fucking pie,” he murmured.
She wriggled on his lap, looking over at the sofa.
“Stay still. Where are you trying to go?”
“Oh. I thought I was napping on the sofa. Do you want me to go somewhere else?” The idea of leaving him had her welling up. Had she done something wrong?
Don’t be an idiot.
“Shh. Everything is all right. You’re such a good girl. So special and brave. You could never do anything wrong. And I will never send you away. I just need you where I can touch you. Okay?”
Yeah. She was okay with that.
“That’s it.” He ran his hands along her outer thighs, then around to her inner thighs. A shiver of pleasure raced through her.
“Such a sweet, lovely girl. It’s time for these to come off, though,” he said as he stroked a finger over her panty-clad pussy. He pushed his chair back and set her on her feet. “Take your panties off for Daddy.”
He held out his hand and she shimmied off her panties and gave them to him. He tucked them into a drawer.
“Pull your skirt up, show me that pretty pussy.”
A blush filled her cheeks, but she did as ordered.
“Oh yeah. Such a sweet girl.” He lifted her onto the desk again, and spreading his legs, he put her feet on each of his thighs. Now she was open to him and he couldn’t help but see how aroused she was.
Bending down, he feasted on her. He started light, but then he drove her higher and higher until her breath was coming in fast pants.
“Please. Please.”
“Come for me,” he ordered.
It didn’t take long before she found her release. The world spun for a moment, and she had to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart as her feet slid off his thighs.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl.” He lifted her down onto his lap again to hold her.
“Daddy, I need to clean up.” She tried to get up, but he held her still.
“Why?” he asked.
“I’m probably getting a wet patch on your pants.”
“And I’ll wear that wet patch with pride. I like the idea of wearing your mark. Of smelling like you.”
Dear Lord.
That was so . . . primal.
And she loved it.
Yawning, she snuggled against him as he ran a hand up and down her back. Exhaustion filled her. She felt like she could sleep for a year.
He reached between them, pulling her back slightly so he could undo his pants and draw his thick erection from his boxers.
