Chapter 114 Lucky one

Chapter 114 Lucky one


"Is that right? You're going to have to do better than that," Marcus purrs, kissing the inside of my thighs.

"Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I need you inside me," I beg desperately.

"Mmm. Begging is a good look for you. All right, doll. Since you've been so good, Daddy will fuck your tight pussy," Marcus whispers, stroking my hair.

I whimper in anticipation. My walls clench, eager for his cock.

"First, we have to get these pesky little toys out," he says, pulling one of the balls from my opening slowly.

"Now, I want you to push the rest out. Push them out and give Daddy a nice show," Marcus orders.

I do as he says, pushing the balls out of my body. He watches, entranced, as they spill onto the desk with soft clinks.

"Such a naughty, kinky little girl. You're lucky I like it. I'm going to fill you with something better, doll. Something big and thick," Marcus whispers.

He takes his cock in hand and pushes into me in one smooth thrust.

I'm still sensitive and swollen from my orgasm, but I crave him.

"Oooh, yes, Daddy," I moan, gripping the edge of the desk.

"Mmm. That's a good girl. Let me hear those noises. Let Daddy know how much you like his cock," Marcus growls, slamming his hips against mine.

I cry out—the pleasure is almost unbearable.

My walls flutter and contract around his shaft, milking him.

"You're so tight. Such a perfect little pussy," Marcus praises.

Hearing Marcus singing praises to me as his cock plunges deep inside my warm and wet walls, while I'm bent over his office desk, makes my heart race.

His cock thrusts inside me over and over again, each time a little deeper.

His hands firmly grasp my hips, his thumbs pressing into my ass cheeks.

"Oh, Marcus," I say in a soft breathy voice.

I don't know if I'm calling out his name because I'm lost in the moment, or if it's a reminder that we're still here, in his office, and there are other people just beyond his door.

He pounds into me hard and fast, his thighs slapping against my ass.

He holds me steady, pulling my hips toward him as he grinds against my clit, bringing me closer to my own release.

I moan softly as the sensations begin to take hold of me.

I arch my back and lift my hips higher, allowing him deeper access.

My breasts bounce as I buck against him.

"Marcus! Yes!" I gasp, trying not to be too loud, but it's almost impossible not to scream out his name.

I grip the edges of the desk and throw my head back, the sensations overwhelming me.

His cock is so thick and hard inside me, filling me completely.

My pussy muscles tighten around his cock as I feel myself start to cum.

"Oh god," I pant.

I cry out as my orgasm hits, and I squeeze my thighs together.

His cock slides in and out of me, pushing me through my orgasm.

I collapse forward, my body trembling.

"I'm far from done with you, doll. You seduced me. This is what you get for teasing a man who can't control himself around you," Marcus says.

He grabs me by the waist and spins me around so my back is now flat against the desk.

He hovers above me, looking down at me with dark, possessive eyes.

"Put your legs up, doll."

I raise my legs up, placing them on his shoulders.

I can feel his thick cock rubbing against my wet pussy lips, teasing me.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard and fast until your ass is bruised. I won't stop until my name is the only prayer coming from your mouth. Do you want that, doll?"

"Yes, Marcus. I want you to fuck me until my legs are a shaking mess," I answer breathlessly, and his eyes darken even more.

His cock plunges deep inside me. He starts to slowly thrust in and out.

I'm so wet I can hear the sloshing sounds of our juices as he fucks me.

"You're so wet, doll," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

He continues to thrust in and out of me. His hands hold on to my thighs, keeping them pressed tightly together.

He starts to thrust faster and faster, the sound of his cock slapping against my wet pussy lips making obscene squelching sounds.

The look of pure pleasure on his face as he plunges his cock inside me is like a crown sitting proudly in my heart.

"Fucking hell, you're tight, doll," he groans, his eyes closing.

I'm breathing hard and fast. My heart is pounding and my pussy is tingling.

I feel a wave of pleasure wash over me and my muscles tense up.

I scream out as another orgasm rips through me.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" I scream, not caring who might hear.

"I love the way you scream, doll," he says, a wicked smile on his face.

He starts to fuck me faster and harder. He pulls his cock almost all the way out and then slams it back inside.

He does this over and over again, pushing me to my limit.

"Scream for Daddy. Tell Daddy how much you love swallowing his big cock with your tight little pussy," he instructs me, and I obey.

"Oh, Marcus, it's so good. Your cock feels so good inside me!"

He gives me what I want, his cock fucking me with reckless abandon.

His balls smack against my ass as he slams his cock inside my wet pussy.

His fingers dig into my thighs as he continues to pound away.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby," he pants.

His eyes close and his brow furrows.

"I'm going to cum."

His cock grows even thicker inside me, stretching me to my limits.

His grip tightens on my thighs and his muscles tense up. His breathing quickens and he lets out a low moan.

He pushes his cock deep inside me and I feel his warm cum spurt inside me.

He continues to pump his seed inside me and I feel the warmth filling me up.

He collapses on top of me, his body shaking, his cock still pulsing inside me.

I wrap my arms around him and run my hands through his hair.

We stay like this for a while, catching our breaths.

He eventually pulls his cock out and sits up, looking down at me with satisfaction.

"What should you say to Daddy?" he asks.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whisper.

He looks at me with a satisfied smile.

"You're welcome, doll."

He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up off the desk.

"Now let's get you cleaned up before I lose all sense and have you on every corner of this office," Marcus says, helping me get dressed.

As I button my shirt with shaking hands, still feeling the aftershocks of everything that just happened, I catch Marcus watching me with such tenderness that it takes my breath away.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he says, pulling me close. "Just thinking about how lucky I am that you walked through that door today."

"I'm the lucky one," I whisper against his chest.