All Yours Daddy.
Hungrily, Mr. Devine ran his tongue against hers, his hand constantly groping and fondling her succulent ass with the intensity that propelled him to bend her over and fill her tight cunt with his heavy member.
Nuella is swept off her feet by this hot and passionate kiss. Her hands were firmly curled behind his neck as she relished in the passionate kiss that had made her pussy a soaking mess. Her toes curled and her inner churned as his hand fondled her ass cheeks, constantly dropping hot spanks against her ass. Hot spanks that had her body squirming and her pussy dripping with much desire to be sucked. Oh, her body trembled. Just how would it feel to have his tongue gliding passionately against her pussy while she throw her head backward and moaned his name hotly into the air with her nails buried into the scalp of his hair. Her nipples tightened painfully, they had turned perky, and needy, and the desire to have him running his thumb against them flushed into her.
Lost in this kiss that has propelled Devine to smash Nuella against the wall and aim for her clit, a phone suddenly began to ring, a loud ring that disengaged them from their illicit act.
Nuella reached out to her phone as they let go of each other, but the first thing she became conscious of was the kiss. Her heart missed a bit, and she looked up at him with slightly widened eyes,
“I.. oh my goodness. I am so sorry. I am sorry.” She apologized briskly before squatting to the ground to gather the files that were already littered across the room.
Mr Devine was going to take a step forward, to reassure her that he liked every bit of the kiss when she suddenly tugged her hair behind her ear and whispered.
“This is a mistake. I… I shouldn’t have. I am sorry.” Her voice trembled as she reached out to the last files rushing out without turning to hear from him.
Mr Devine stared at her physic as she vanished through the existing door, trying to process her last word.
****
Mr. Devine stood at the center of his working space. Since he walked in 10 minutes ago, he had not stopped pacing around.
His jaws were clenching and unclenching. For the fucking 5th time he was trying to suppress the anger that was recklessly flushing into him
“Damn it!” He’d curse unable to get the thoughts off his head. The way she had squirmed into him. The way he had kissed her passionately and how she had submitted to the kiss, then the ‘Mistake.’ she had referred to this passionate moment as a mistake. One he could not trade for another. One that he would kill to have again. There was no way In the world the kiss could ever be a mistake, perhaps to her, not to him.
Even before he left this very room, he had craved to feel her ass against his palm. He had left every freaking thing on hold to go see her, and he had initiated the kiss and he had enjoyed every fucking taste of her lips against his, the squirm of her body, the way she melted into the kiss and allow him to dominate her, the way her petite body had engulfed him and the way her nipples had pressed against his chest. Is all of this to be regarded as a mistake?
He moved his hand against his jaw, massaging his tempo as he tried to calm his every nerve.
He stared down at his bulge and scoffed. How could she leave him in the middle of this? He had envisioned everything in his head. The desire to watch her get down on her knees and take Daddy’s cock while he fucks her mouth like a freaking good girl.
He slumped into the couch, trying to bury himself to work, but nothing seemed fine. He was enthralled or rather, he was captivated by the low moan that she emitted each time he grope and spank her ass, the way her tiny hands curled around his neck, engulfing him in the kiss. The way she kissed him softly letting him be the fierce one, or the way her soft boobs pressed not so innocently against his chest.
His cock twitched painfully, and he cursed, moving his chair backward and letting loose off his belt.
His 9 inches cock bounced out hard and veiny as he let loose of his brief.
“Fucking hard.” He muttered wrapping his fingers around it.
“I was going to suck her man! I was going to spread her legs wide and feast on that pussy that I know would be so freaking delicious, then I was going to make her go on her knees and take Daddy like a fucking slut. A good slut.” He breathed heavily, stroking himself gently to the thoughts of her.
His cock twitched at the gentle feel of his hand against it, and then slowly, he began to moan, jerking off to the thoughts of her. He wished he had gotten her pants that would no doubt be freaking wet. He would have licked her juice off her pants and rubbed himself to the scent of her pussy.
This felt so much like torture. Knowing that he had her in his arm some minutes ago, only to wank off to the thoughts of her.
He rubbed his cock gently, shutting his eyes close and settling into the thoughts of her, the feel of her ass, the softness yet firmness of her boobs.
“Fuck Nuella. take it.” He moaned out hotly, stroking his cock harder as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm.
“Oh fuck… Fuck! Yes! Fucking good! So Fucking good.” He grunted even more hotly. His breath came faster, louder, more desperate as he stroked himself harder. The thoughts that she would squeeze around him, sucking on his hard cock while her own hands went down between her clit and rub on it to his command
“Oh Momma… suck me hard.” He groaned in ecstasy, his eyes were slightly closed, and his lips slightly parted as he stroked hard, his lips quivering softly as he felt his orgasm drawing close.
“Fuck Momma! Yeah, momma! I am going to cum, Momma. I am going to fucking cum !” He grunted loudly, gripping tightly onto the chair he was sitting on, while his body shuddered softly.
His cock suddenly began to twitch as his orgasm drew closer, a feeling of warmth gathered at the pit of his stomach and he let out a hot scream at his cumming cock pumping and spurting cum all over his body, the warm cum coating his skin like a blanket in heat, making him shiver from cold sweat and pleasure as he released himself. His breathing’s uneven, and his body quivering from intense pleasure.
“Fuck”, He breathed, exhaling a heavy sigh. He relaxed into the chair, running his nails over his hair.
This was wrong. Jerking off to the thoughts of Nuella was wrong, but that was not the wrongest; the wrongest was the amount of confidence he had in himself. He was going to fuck her, there were one thousand and one ways to fuck her, and number one was to take her fucking boyfriend away and have no rival again.
He grabbed his phone and placed a call to one of his Men.