Page 5 of Shifted Desire

Gods, it’s going to drive me crazy later trying to figure out why, but I’m too turned on to focus.

She smiles, daring me to do something.

I frown back. “Is there something funny about making it so your daddy can’t get his work done?”

She blinks at me, lips parting in mock surprise. “N-no, Sir. I didn’t mean to⁠—”

“Your daddy might fall for that innocent act, but I know what you are. You’re a naughty girl who wants to torture him with thoughts of your wet little pussy. The proof is dripping down your thighs.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know why I’m making such a mess,” she murmurs, looking at me through thick lashes before letting her gaze fall to the floor.

A dark laugh bubbles out of me. “Yes, you do. You’re a horny little slut who wants to be fucked.”

Her breath hitches and arousal pulses through me, so strong I have to grit my teeth.

“Turn her around,” I order Declan, who eagerly listens.

I suppress a groan at the sight of her pert ass. “Spread your legs and bend over so I can see the slutty little holes that have your daddy so distracted.”

“Daddy…” She looks to Declan for approval, who gives her a reassuring smile and cups her cheek.

“Show him, Princess. You want him to see.”

She nods. “I know it’s wrong, but I do. I’m sorry I’m such a dirty girl.”

He strokes her cheek. “You’re perfect, angel. My perfect princess.”

Gods, they’re great together. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they’re regular scene partners. I guess that’s what happens when someone as experienced as Declan meets an enthusiastic, equally skilled partner.

My dick throbs, spurting precum into my underwear when he helps hold her steady as she widens her stance and bends forward.

Fuck, if that isn’t the prettiest pussy I’ve had the pleasure to see. She’s pink and dripping, with neatly trimmed white-blonde hair. I was wondering if she’s wearing a wig, and there’s my answer. Not that it helps clear up my confusion about why she’s familiar.

Her scent envelops me, feminine and heady and so fucking enticing I’m going to blow my load in my pants if I’m not careful.

Tracing the small abstract tattoo on her inner thigh, I let her get used to my touch before slipping my fingers up to brush across her soaked folds.

She gasps and more wetness drips from her as she turns to look at me over her shoulder just in time to watch me suck her arousal off my fingers.

A growl spills from my lips as her flavor hits my tongue. Before I can think of what the boss I’m playing would do, my face is between her thighs, lapping at her pussy to coat my face in her wetness.

“Oh!”

She wobbles, and I grip her thighs and keep her steady as I devour her pussy. I’m holding her too tight, hard enough to bruise, but her moans tell me she likes it.

Everything fades away but the hunger for more. More of her taste, her moans, her pleasure.

It doesn’t take long before she cries out, her clit throbbing under my tongue as I greedily wring her orgasm out of her.

“Such a good girl,” Declan purrs, helping to keep her in place so I can free my throbbing erection and roll on a condom.

I don’t give her time to recover, yanking her back and spearing her on my length.

The sound that comes out of me is too feral and wild, but I can’t keep it in as she takes me, so hot and wet and perfect.

“Oh fuck, oh gods, yes,” she cries out as I fuck up into her, her pussy squeezing me as she comes, trying to milk my orgasm out of me far too soon. Her act has fallen away to pure pleasure, and I wish I could see her face and watch her unravel.

Declan guides his dick between her lips and we devolve into our most base selves, the air filled with wet, filthy slaps of bodies joining and grunts and moans of need. When he pulls out and she begs Daddy to give her his cum, he groans and paints her face with his release.