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All this made her the most attractive woman on this planet, but by god, her outfit today really brought me to my knees. And apparently, she hadn't even planned it that way if I interpreted her initial reaction correctly.
Yet even now, as she bit into my lower lip hard enough for me to taste blood, she willingly made a choice for me.
We didn't have long before the other workers returned from their lunch break, which meant I needed to hurry. I turned her and pushed her back until she hit one of the support beams.
"Put your hands behind your back and hold onto the wood," I ordered her.
Unfortunately, nothing was lying around the construction site that could serve as makeshift restraints. Thus, I had to rely on her to follow my command… or give her a reason to.
"Yes, Daddy," she responded before she crossed her wrists and wrapped her fingers around the wood. Her head rested against the beam, and she looked up at me through her dark, long lashes seductively.
But it wasn't the look she threw me that made my blood boil. It was the words that so easily escaped her lips.Fuck.
She didn't say it often, but when she did, it had an undeniable power over me, my body, and every reaction I had. It was like snapping my rational thinking off and reducing everything to my most basic needs.
I wanted her. So I would take her.
"Every time I call you that, the expression on your face changes," she observed, fascinated.
"I like how you say it. The sound…" I grasped her leg to wrap it around my waist as before. With my other hand, I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper, then slid my pants and boxers down before pushing her skirt up over her hips. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties, formed a fist, and yanked until the fabric split and fell carelessly to the ground.
Pleased with the result, I thrust myself between her legs, where her tilted pelvis already welcomed me. She rotated it, spreading her wetness over my cock, pressing against her.
"If you take your hands off the wood, I might opt for the floor instead," I whispered to her before scooping my hands under her ass to lift her slightly, aligning my tip against her entrance.
Before penetrating her fully, I slid through her center, over her sensitive clit and back again. I felt the invitation in each movement of her hips thrusting back against me.
As I entered the first inch, I looked down between our bodies. Her gaze followed mine before she sharply inhaled and let her head fall back against the wood.
"Do that again," she said with a gasp, so I withdrew only to give her the first few inches again.
A soft moan left her mouth as I repeated the move, finding a torturous rhythm that allowed me to not fully penetrate her. It felt good. Too good.
With her pleading gaze, Amelia compelled me to lean down and claim her mouth once more. Her tongue met mine, bold and demanding. It was the soft moan that underscored her desire for more.
"Gray," she sighed longingly, as if that alone was enough to give her what she wanted. "Please."
"Do I detect a hint of desperation? Please, what?"
"I need more."
"More?" I asked, pretending not to understand exactly what she wanted.
With a frustrated noise, she released her hands from the beam behind her so she could grab my ass and pull me deeper into her. But I didn't move an inch. Instead, I chuckled and tugged at her hair.
"So you really wanted Daddy to give you a reward, huh? The little skirt, disobeying my orders…" I pulled out of her only to turn her around and force her down to the ground, where she supported herself on her elbows, her bottom raised toward me, knees spread wide enough for me to just kneel into position behind her.
Again, my cock pressed against her entrance. I felt every twitch of her muscles as I left her hanging for a few seconds, both hands on her ass. I spread her cheeks apart, looked down where our bodies met, and plunged into her forcefully until the very last inch.
I cursed as her pussy clamped tightly around me. Where I had planned to fuck her slowly and deeply against the beam, I now couldn't resist taking her hard and fast, pulling her onto my cock with my grip again and again.
Eventually, I grabbed Amelia's hair, pulled it slightly back, and let her perform the movement on her own.
"Not the same intensity, huh?" I mocked her attempt to fuck herself hard and fast on my cock.
"It just felt better when you did it."
In my eyes, the keyword wasdifferent. Watching her desperation rise and her frustration with herself was a particular highlight.
