I Love His Cock...

Kristi. My p***y clenched hard reading it, fresh wetness trickling down my thigh. This was darker and hotter than any fantasy I’d touched myself to. I was signing away my body to my father’s best friend, the man who’d watched me grow up. And I was soaking for it. I looked up at him, voice husky. “Where do I sign, Sir?” Troy’s grin was pure sin. He handed me a pen. I scrawled my name at the bottom with a flourish, then pushed the paper back. He signed beneath it, eyes never leaving mine. “Contract sealed,” he growled. “Now get on the desk. Legs spread wide. I’m going to eat that contractually owned p***y until you scream.” I scrambled onto the oak surface, papers scattering, and spread my thighs wide. Troy dropped to his knees and even that act couldn’t stop him from looking powerful. He shoved my legs even wider, took a deep breath and proceeded buried his face between them. I didn’t expect gentle teasing from a man like him and I was right. My head knocked against the desk surface as I moaned loudly. Troy ate my f*****g p***y. His tongue lashed out, devouring me, lapping up the mix of my juices and spit with wet sounds that echoed off the walls. He sucked my swollen c**t into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make me jolt, then plunged two thick fingers inside me, curling them brutally against my g-spot. “f**k—Daddy!” I cried, hips bucking against his face. He ate me like an animal, growling into my p***y, nose grinding against my c**t while his tongue f****d in and out. Juices smeared across his chin, his silver-streaked stubble scraping my sensitive lips raw. He added a third finger, stretching me, then a fourth, pumping hard and fast until I was gushing. “You taste like a w***e who just got promoted,” he snarled against my folds, sucking harder. “I should’ve f****d you sooner if I knew it would be like this. Driven up to your college and taken that ass.” “You’re taking it now,” I responded, my tongue lolling out my mouth. I gripped his head, rocked my hips against his delicious mouth and came violently, squirting like a dam all over his tongue, chin and chest, soaking his shirt. My thighs clamped around his head as my back arched off the desk. “Stay.” He continued licking and fingering me through the orgasm until I was shaking, oversensitive, begging with words I couldn’t understand. Satisfied, Troy stood, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, c**k already out and rock-hard. “Turn over. Ass up.” I flipped, presenting my asshole and dripping p***y like an offering. Troy didn’t ease in—he slammed home in one savage thrust, balls-deep, the wet slap of skin loud enough to make me moan. He f****d me like he hated me, hips snapping brutally, c**k rearranging my insides with every punishing stroke. “f**k, you’re such a naughty girl,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair and yanking my head back. The other cracked across my ass—hard, stinging slaps that made my cheeks burn. “This is what you signed up for. Getting your tight cunt wrecked.” “Yes—Sir—harder!” I sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust, my t**s bouncing against the desk, n*****s scraping wood. He reached around and slapped my c**t—sharp, mean—making me scream and clench around him. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my t**s. He wrapped one big hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision spark. “Eyes on me while I breed this contracted p***y,” he ordered, voice ragged. “You’re going to walk around the office all day with my c*m dripping down your legs, knowing anyone could notice what a dirty w***e the new intern is.” I came again, harder this time, p***y spasming wildly around his c**k as stars exploded behind my eyes. Troy roared and buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with thick, hot ropes of c*m—so much it overflowed immediately, leaking out around his shaft and pooling on the desk beneath me. He pulled out, flipped me onto all fours, mounted me and drove back in from behind, using my hips as handles to yank me back onto his c**k. The desk creaked dangerously. He grabbed his belt from the chair, looped it around my throat again like yesterday, and used it as a leash, pulling me back onto every brutal thrust while he spanked my already-red ass raw. “Beg for it, Kristi. Beg your Sir to ruin you every single day.” “Please—Sir—ruin me every day,” I gasped, voice hoarse from the leather pressing my throat. “Use my cunt, my mouth, my ass—whatever you want. I’m your submissive slut. Just don’t stop f*****g me like this.” He reached under and rubbed my c**t in vicious circles until I squirted again, soaking his balls and the carpet. Only then did he let himself go a second time, pumping another massive load deep inside me while he growled my name like a curse and a prayer. When he finally pulled out, I was a wrecked, trembling mess—c*m pouring from my ruined, gaping p***y, ass marked with handprints, throat red from the belt, body limp across his desk. Troy loosened the leather, pulled me into his lap in the big chair, and kissed me slow and filthy, tasting myself on his tongue. “Welcome to the company, intern,” he murmured against my lips, his fingers lazily stroking my oversensitive c**t. “Every morning you’ll report here first. Contract says so. And if you’re a very good girl… I might even let you c*m before lunch.” I shivered, already aching for tomorrow, my mind spinning with every dark, delicious way he was going to break me over the next weeks, months, years. Dad’s best friend had finally claimed me—signed, sealed, and dripping with the proof. And I had never been happier to be so utterly, filthily owned.