Page 41 of His Vivacious Angel
Forest drops his head back on his shoulders and squeezes his eyes shut. “So she wasn’t making fun of my weight.”
“No, never. We wouldn’t do that—to you or anyone else,” I say, twisted up inside over unintentionally touching a nerve about his weight.
Forest sucks his teeth and shuffles to the door.
My stomach bottoms out. I need to make things right. “I really am sorry,” I say, standing from my desk. “What I did was wrong. I’ll make sure she knows it was a bad joke, I promise.”
He shakes his head, his hand on the doorknob.
Panicking, I say, “Please don’t leave. Whatever I can do to make it up to you, I will.”
“Yeah?” he asks, squeezing the doorknob.
“Yes,” I answer with relief that he won’t hold this grudge against me when I would, shamefully, so easily do the opposite.
“Very well. I won’t leave.” He twists the lock and turns around. “And neither will you.”
I wring my hands, my head going hazy as his brow darkens. “What?”
He crooks a finger, beckoning me closer. When I’m within arm’s reach, he tells me, “If you want to make it up to me, then kneel.”
My jaw drops, and I freeze.
He raises his brows as he unbuckles his belt. “You really want to apologize? You can do so by getting on your knees for me, Ms. Fischer.”
Chapter Fourteen
Forest
Autumn gapes at me when I roll down my zipper and pull my cock out, stroking it until I’m fully hard. This is the worst thing I’ve ever done. It’s also the hottest. I moan at having her undivided attention, and I step my feet out wider, then crook my finger once more at her.
“You still want to make up for lying to your sister and making me the butt of your joke?”
Autumn rubs her thighs together and slowly sinks to her knees, whispering shakily, “Yes, sir.”
“Fuck, angel, I like the sound of that.” My cock twitches, the power of her words going to my head. I press my thumb against her bottom lip, my voice low and husky when I tell her, “Open your mouth.”
My cock swells impossibly larger when she does so, and I move my hand to the back of her neck, gently guiding her forward. Not too much pressure, in case she wants to back out. I want her towantto do this—not because I’vemadeher do it.
She’s breathing so hard that her warm breath fans my lap, and precum beads from the slit on my tip. The moment she rolls those hypnotic eyes of hers up to meet mine and sticks her tongue out, I push the head of my cock between her lips. When she licks the underside of my shaft experimentally, a fire is lit within me. I push deeper, withdrawing only long enough for her to take half a breath, then fill her mouth once more.
“There’s nothing small about me, is there, Ms. Fischer?”
“No, sir,” Autumn says around my cock, bracing her hands on my thighs, blinking rapidly up at me. Perhaps she likes this little role-play as much as I do. I’ll have to remember that for later.
“Didn’t think so.” I work at keeping my moans quiet, in case anyone comes back early from lunch, while starting to roll my hips back and forth. “What we do,” I say, stroking her soft hair, “is between us and only us. You will not discuss—let alone lie—about the size of my dick with anyone except to correct Bailey, and then never again.”
She pushes against me, letting my cock fall from her mouth. “But I tell my sisters everything.”
“Did you tell them I made you cum so hard that I had you squirting all over my face and dick? That you begged me to do it over and over again until you soaked the bed and passed out? More than once, might I add.” Her lashes flutter, her mouth drops open, and I thrust between her lips, pushing to the back of her throat. I cup her face with both hands, holding her head steady as I carefully fuck her mouth. My balls draw up high and tight when I ask, “Did you tell them you begged me to cum inside you?”
Autumn’s eyes flare wide, and she digs her fingers into my thighs hard enough that they’ll likely bruise. “No, sir,” she says with a scratchy voice when I pull out.
Flames of desire dance up my spine when I glide my cockover her wet, velvety tongue. “You want me to do it again, don’t you, angel?”
Autumn’s breath hitches on my next withdrawal, and a tear rolls from the corner of her eye. Then another, and another. I go rigid, like an icy rod has been driven down my spine, vanquishing the fire. What the fuck am I doing? Taunting this sweet angel and saying such filthy things to her after asking her to give me a blow job at the office? Who is this man I’ve become? I would murder anyone who treated my daughter the way I’ve treated Autumn.
Fearfully, I say, “Angel…”
