Page 86 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

I throw my head back in ecstasy when his finger flicks my clit just the way I love with the right pressure and finesse. My hands seek purchase, but find none. Still, I meet his thrusts with my ass. As I do, my hard nipples scrape against the hard desk, sending electric shivers down my spine.

“Kingston?” Hilda’s soft voice comes through the door.

I panic when it penetrates the fog of lust, eyes widening in horror as I wait for the knob to turn.

For Kingston to stop.

Neither happens.

“Not now,” he replies harshly, voice impossibly deep. His vicious thrusts don’t slow down and he silences my moaning sounds with his palm.

When her footsteps recede, I sigh in relief and relax.

The damage is done, though. There was no quieting the squeaking of the desk.

Kingston’s hand slides down to my throat, circling authoritatively. My oxygen is his to control. Strumming the pad of his thumb on my clit, he pulls out to the tip and thrusts hard and slow.

“Ahh…”

Another teasing rub on the nub, followed by a slow and deep plunge.

He does it twice more until I’m balling my hand in frustration.

“Still think you’re mine just for the week?” he taunts, pinching the sensitive flesh. “That another cock can make you weak in the knees? Satisfy your filthy desires?”

“No, only you,” I whimper, clarity hitting me square in the chest.

When he yanks me up by my ponytail, my breasts shake and thrust out vulnerably. I hang onto the edge of the desk as he gives three rapid thrusts, drilling my pussy hard and fast. Twisting my nipples punishingly, he slaps them before squeezing so hard they turn blue. The roughness is so good, my juices leak down my thighs.

“Say sorry.”

I whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“No. Say I’m sorry,Daddy.”

I clench around his cock, turning scarlet from head to toe. Suddenly, I’m at a loss for words and fighting the urge to look away. But he has me locked and cornered. His shaft throbbing inside my pussy.

“I said.”Thrust. “Apologize.”Spank. “To Daddy.”Thrust.

“I’m-m sorry, Daddy.”

Oh Christ! Calling him this forbidden title should be so wrong… yet it feels so right. We’re blasting past the line of filthy games and straight into the deep end of taboo and immoral.

The stern glint in his pupils, darkened with a domineering edge, has me succumbing to another one of my shameful desires.

“Do you think you can take Daddy’s pussy away from him?” he scolds, spanking my clit hard. “I claimed it as mine.” Another slap. “You take it from me, I’ll chase you and fuck it right there for everyone to see who owns it.”

“I know you will,” I rasp, meeting his thrusts.

Our skin slaps in a wet noise as he admonishes, “Address me properly. Who am I?”

“Daddy.”

His eyes flare every time I call him that. He’s as into it as I am, making the taboo need even more sinful. Holding me by the throat, he pushes my hand over my pussy. “Show me your clit.”

I spread the hood so the little nub is displayed vulnerably.

He takes every advantage, making me moan.

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