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Her answer comes in the form of a whimper. And I don’t need her words because she’s needy and wet and I can smell the sweet depravity between her thighs. My dirty little LB wants my cock more than she’s ever wanted anything.
"Do you like having a man tell you what to do, Lola?"
She doesn't answer. Her body is a furnace. I'd barely have to touch her right now to make her come. I don't need to hear her say it, but I want to.
I slide my palm into the back of her lace panties, cupping her ass cheek. Soft. Round. Perfect. I peel the damp material down just beneath the fleshy cheeks, taking a minute to admire the work of art that she is.
"Only good girls get to come, LB."
"What?" she breathes.
My palm reverberates across her ass. Hard.
She yelps and jerks away on instinct, but my hand is still tangled in her hair, and she isn't going anywhere.
"Daire," she hisses.
"I asked you a question. You didn't answer me."
She's indignant now. Teetering on the edge of wanting me to fuck off and wanting to be fucked. "It's a stupid question," she says. "You're just trying to embarrass me."
I land another blow, this time on the other cheek.
"What the hell?" she yelps. "Stop doing that."
I slide my hand around her front. Over her hip and between her thighs. "You're soaking wet, you little liar."
Despite her best efforts, a soft moan escapes her when I graze the swollen flesh. She is plump with greed. Achy and uncomfortable and desperate for me. I want to give in, I do, but she won’t learn anything that way.
I dip my fingers inside of her. "Do you want to come, Lola?"
She whines and tries to move against me. "Yes."
She's soaked through. And I can't believe Tom ever let her go.
I shouldn't ask. I know I shouldn't ask. But I can't help it. "Did Tom ever make you this wet?"
"Oh god," she groans. "Please don't talk about Tom Right now."
"Did you ever come on his cock the way you came on mine last night?"
"Daire." She's squirming against me. I let go of her hair and slide my hand around to play with her tits. Her soft, pillowy, fuck me tits. I will fuck them before our time is up. I will douse them in honey and every other nectar of the gods I can find, and I will lick them clean.
I will fuck every part of her. She will be so thoroughly fucked that no other man will ever measure up.
"Daire, please," she begs again. "I'm... this... it's so intense."
"Just say the words, pet. I'll set you free."
Another groan. And then whispered words. Words that sound like angels singing. "I like it when you tell me what to do."
I finger fuck her like it’s an Olympic sport. It's rough and hard and exactly what she wants from me. Who knew little Lola Bell would turn into such a dirty girl for me? When she comes, I have to clap my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. As much as my employees already know about my sexual proclivities, this one is different. This one is private. And I don't want them to hear Lola. I don't want them to think of her that way.
Her body caves against my desk, and I unzip my pants and fetch my cock. I grab the cheeks of her ass and pull them apart so I can see all of her. She makes a noise of protest again, but it's buried beneath her exhaustion.
"Daire..."
Whatever she has to say can wait. Because if I don't get inside of her right now, I'm going to bust a nut all over her back. I squeeze the head of my cock into her pussy, and she wiggles again. I slap her sensitive clit and she yelps.
