Page 8 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

I force myself to tilt my chin up and meet his gaze, not flinching under his intense scrutiny.

He nods and strokes his beard thoughtfully, still holding me captive under his stare. “Well as the president of this club, it’s me you’ve got to impress. You might have won the others over, but I need to know you can handle this job. It’s not a normal bartending gig, and honestly, you don’t seem like you belong here. Why does a good girl like you want a job somewhere like this?” he asks, seeing right through my charade.

“I am not a good girl,” I insist.

His deadpan expression tells me he’s not buying it.

Shit, he’s going to turn me down and I’ll miss my shot.

“Or at least, I’m tired of being one,” I add, telling the truth. I can’t help myself from glancing at his body, accidentally making it pretty darn obvious who I’d like to be bad with.

There’s a low rumble in his chest and I realize he’s amused. My temper flares, and I bite back before I can even think about what I’m doing.

“If you don’t want me to work here just tell me so.”

Quick as a flash he closes the space between us, so fast my breath hitches in surprise. He towers over me, just inches away. I feel warm and my pussy twinges in excitement at the new, dangerous proximity.

“I didn’t say that, did I?” he purrs, “I just need to know you can handle yourself, that you’re up to the challenge.”

“I don’t scare easily,” I reply breathily, my voice thick with desire.

I meet his gaze, and I find that his expression is as aroused as my own, with him this close to me I can’t think straight. Adrenaline and the dull ache of need flood my system, as if he can read my mind, he closes the gap between us so my body is pressed against his, he’s rock solid as though carved out of granite.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he murmurs, guiding me with one hand to tilt my chin up and meet his gaze.

His eyes smolder as he leans in close and instinctively my lips part and I press my body closer to him. That’s all the invitation he needs. He leans down, kissing me roughly, claiming me. He tastes like tobacco and whiskey, the smell of him is so foreign and masculine that I find I’m slick with need between my legs just from his kiss. I eagerly kiss him back, lost in the moment as he deftly picks me up with one arm, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the desk and sits me on the edge.

He moves his kisses down my neck while the other hand frees my breasts and tweaks each nipple, hardening them and sending shockwaves that reach down to my clit. All of the inexperienced fumbles I’ve shared with ex-boyfriends have been nothing like this, it’s partially why I never went the full way with them, but under his confident, expert touch I’m putty in his hands. My body feels alight with desire, and I have no intention of stopping him.

He takes my breast in his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue and sending new ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my mouth, he’s not even touched me down there yet and already I’m soaking and experiencing more pleasure than I ever thought was possible.

He unbuttons my jeans and I’m all too willing to help him peel them off of me, kicking my shoes off to the other side of the room in the process. As he peels off my sodden panties I notice the massive bulge in his pants. It crosses my mind that perhaps I should tell him I’m a virgin, judging by the size of him it could hurt, and despite how wet I am I wonder if I’ll be able to take him.

But then he does something I didn’t expect. He drops to his knees and buries his head between my thighs, his tongue teasing me as he circles my clit. He continues to drive me wild, slipping one finger and then two into my slit, opening me like a flower under his expert touch. I’m completely lost in the moment, I didn’t know it could be like this. The only guy I ever let go down on me before was so bad I thought I didn’t like it, it turns out I just needed a man who knows what he’s doing.

I moan and cry out like a woman possessed, grabbing his hair and bucking as he builds the pressure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge before backing off and then resuming the pace again. I feel like I’m going to explode. He continues to increase his pace as the orgasm builds inside me, just when I think I can’t handle any more pleasure, that it can’t get any better, he takes me higher until I fall off the edge with a screaming, toe-curling orgasm that takes my breath away.

“Oh my god!” I pant, unable to formulate any other words.

He chuckles, “We’re just getting started, baby girl,” he says, licking my juices from his fingers as though I’m the tastiest thing he’s ever eaten.

It’s so fucking hot and naughty. I don’t care if this is a bad idea, all I want right now is more, more, more. He pulls down his pants slightly to release his straining erection, pulling it out in all its glory. My mouth pops open at his sheer size, wondering how he’ll fit.

“You want more?” he asks, perhaps noticing my concern.

God help me I do. “Yes,” I moan.

He lazily strokes my clit with one hand, warming me up again and I hear the sound of a wrapper being torn. I feel the slight pressure of his tip lining up at my entrance and then he slowly pushes it inside. I’m so wet that he slides in easily, my body opening for him, but I know he’s not fully in yet. It feels tight and there’s a small amount of pain but in a pleasurable way I didn’t know was possible.

Slowly he starts to move inside me, stretching and teasing me open to take him in bit by bit until he fills me completely. It’s a different sensation to him going down on me, yet it feels incredible, as he thrusts inside me, increasing his pace I find that another orgasm starts to build. Every inch of my body feels alive, and I completely lose myself in him. I don’t care that I’m losing my virginity on a desk to the president of a biker gang whose name I don’t even know, who technically is my new boss. All I care about is the sheer ecstasy of the moment. If I’d known sex was this good, I’d have done it a lot sooner.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight and wet,” he growls, and I feel a thrill that he seems to be enjoying himself as much as I am.

I cling to his strong muscular back as he fucks me, lifting me off the desk with my legs around his waist. I vaguely note that neither of us is fully naked and yet I’m too lost in him to care. My pussy clenches and spasms around him as I realize I’m about to cum again.

“That’s it, baby, fucking cum for me,” he orders.

I’m not usually a fan of dirty talk, I always thought it was cringy, but coming from him it sounds so incredibly sexy that it sends me over the edge, and I cry out as I cum around his thick cock, he continues to fuck me as my legs go weak and the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me. Then, with a roar, he too finishes, thrusting deep inside me. He puts me back down on the desk, giving me a quick kiss, I can taste myself on him and find that strangely alluring.

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