Chapter 10
Alistair
The pink stripes across her arse were beautiful—but her pussy stole the show. Swollen. Wet. Lips glistening like the petals of my roses after a storm. I stood up, heart pounding in my chest like war drums.
“Open your mouth,” I said evenly, stepping around the desk.
She lifted her head and obeyed, lips parting just enough to breathe.
I leaned closer, holding up the Sharpie. “Suck it clean.”
Her breath hitched, hesitation flickering in her eyes.
But then her mouth closed around it, her lips sealing over the shaft like she’d done this before—for someone else.
Jealousy flared hot and immediate in my gut.
I let go of the pen, and her fingers came up automatically to steady it. My smile curved, slow and dark, as I reached for my belt and tugged it loose with one firm pull.
The sound made her jump.
“Good girl,” I murmured.
She sucked harder.
It was best that she didn't see what I was packing or she’d be running out of my house screaming.
I pushed her dark grey T-shirt up, inch by inch, until the pale pink of her bra came into view. One flick of the clasp and it gave way—cups falling apart like they’d been waiting for my hands.
I leaned over, pushing the fabric aside to take her in, to feel her.
“Bet you taste so good, Callie,” I murmured, wrapping my palms around the swell of her breasts, kneading them slowly until her nipples hardened under my touch.
“Suck it all off.”
She moaned, hips rolling back against me, grinding her arse right where I was already hard.
I tugged her nipples, capturing them between my fingers.
“Mm. Getting eager, aren’t we?” I murmured close to her ear. “Good. Your final exam’s coming up.”
I chuckled low in my throat as she whimpered.
I gave her breasts a final squeeze before I eased myself out of my boxers, briefly debating whether to grab the lube. The thought of leaving her for even a second made my jaw tighten.
No.
I leaned down and spread her open, then spat between her thighs.
Her scent hit me—floral and musky.
Heady. Addictive.
My dick ached just from the smell of her.
I held myself and dragged the tip of my cock over my saliva. She hissed before she squirmed. Her puny toy wouldn't compare to my dick. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy until her little hole was exposed.
I eased the head inside her. She immediately clasped me, but I pushed on, sighing as her tight heat swallowed me.
“Yeah, that’s it, Callie. You take my dick,” I said, releasing her to palm her arse cheeks.
The ones I’d been daydreaming about. Her tight young pussy was stretching around me, blossoming and opening for me.
“Good girl,” I crooned.
I used her arse like handles, holding her in place as I started to ease back and forth until my cock glistened.
The pen clattered onto the desk just before she moaned.
“Oh my God. No wonder she didn’t come back. Did you paralyse the poor woman with that thing?”
“You’ve just lost marks for dropping the pen,” I said lightly.
What she didn't know was that I hadn't even reached the halfway point.
I pressed deeper, giving her more until she clawed my desktop.
“You’ll take every single inch of me inside your fertile little cunt,” I growled.
Fertile?
I groaned at the thought, and my cock twitched inside of her. The only thing I could think of was nailing her deep and hard, pumping her cunt full of me. I glanced down to see her wet pussy speared open.
Yeah, she was mine.
“I’m going to fuck my come so deep inside your cunt that you’ll give me multiple babies,” I growled, thrusting deep inside her.
She cried out, but began to push back, begging for more.
Her body was built to take me. To tease me. To ruin me.
“Yes, take every single fucking inch,” I groaned.
“It’s too deep,” she panted.
I grabbed her wrist and placed it on her back as she placed her cheek on my desk.
“No. It’s not deep enough.”
Her pussy pulsed around me. The heat radiated from her as I pulled free to inspect her.
“No,” she gasped.
“You can't seem to make up your mind,” I murmured, tapping my heavy cock on her arse crack before moving down to slip into her sweet, sweet pussy.
I didn't hold back this time, I slammed into her watching my fat cock spear into her.
“Yes,” she gasped.
I held her hip, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, using my grip to drive into her, harder and faster. With each stroke I threw my weight behind it, hammering into her until she howled.
I could feel her gush around my cock, massaging me, but I wasn't done with her. I released her wrist to hold her waist, planting my feet apart while cursing my jeans for restricting me.
Her eyes were closed but her lips remained parted. I gripped her hair and pulled her up until she had her hands on the desk.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I whispered, slipping a hand beneath her T-shirt to cup her breast. “Not until I've bred you. Not until you're nice and fat from my seed.”
“Alistair,” she groaned in protest, but she clenched her muscles around me, trying to hold me inside her.
“That's my name. Now scream it,” I said, pummelling her with my cock.
Fucking hell. This pussy.
She was not only taking my entire length, but I could feel her body tremble. Callie Shaw was perfect.
“That's it, Callie. Give me that pussy, baby,” I growled.
She pushed back as I rammed into her. I dropped my hand away from her hip, sliding it between her legs until I felt her clit.
“Oh, yes. God,” she panted. “Alistair—”
“You going to come on my dick again, baby? Huh?”
She whined but nodded.
I felt my balls grow taut, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.
I moved like a man starved—like I’d been waiting years for this one taste.
A soft, choked cry slipped past her lips—half disbelief, half need.
“Just take it, baby,” I whispered, rubbing her harder.
Her body fit beneath me like it belonged there. Like it had been made for me.
“A-Alistair,” she whimpered—then screamed it.
My name echoed through the office like a fucking victory chant.
Triumph, elation and the feel of her cunt milking my cock tipped me over the edge.
I grunted as my come shot out of me. Hot jets of come that I pushed deeper. My cock jerked inside her each time my come spurted out.
Yes. This was the one.
I slowed my fingers, gently massaging her clit while rocking my hips against her, pushing my seed as deep as possible.
I kissed her damp neck, letting my lips linger.
“My good girl,” I murmured. “A fucking plus.”
She sighed and pushed her glasses up her nose, then leaned back against me.
“Now,” I said, toying lazily with her nipple, “we need to talk about that cat.”
“Dottie’s a stray we took in,” she mumbled.
I pinched her nipple in warning.
“She can stay, rent-free, if we come to an arrangement,” I murmured, brushing my lips along her neck.
“How about this,” she murmured, voice thick with challenge. “You cut my rent—”
She tilted her head, lips brushing mine.
“And you can do whatever you want with me.”
“Anything?” I asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Done.”
I thought of her abysmal diet and shook my head.
“Not a discounted rent. Zero rent.”
“What?” she squeaked.
“You heard me.”
My baby mama needed sustenance.