《JOKER || DDLG IMAGINES》Dramatic || Thirtytwo
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"Daddy"
You breathed out as he pushed you
gently onto his desk,
sliding your panties off underneath your skirt,
dropping them onto the floor
as you squirmed.
"Somebody might see us"
"The doors locked baby"
He told you lowly,
ignoring your pleas,
positioning you further back on his desk
so that he could get better access to your heat,
his warm breath hitting against your clit,
making you instantly wet,
his intense blue eyes looking into yours
the whole time.
A grin forming on his mouth,
he licked his lips to moisten them,
his tongue licking a stripe up to your clit
as you gripped at the edge of his
desk in anticipation.
Circling around the bud,
you began to whine impatiently,
earning a low chuckle from him before
he took it into his mouth,
sucking on it softly,
teasing you.
"Augh"
You cried out,
the sensitivity already too much,
his finger tips pressing into your thighs
as he held your legs there.
"Stop it daddy...
It's too much!"
The texture of his tongue
stroking your clit was enough to bring
you to the edge,
but just as you felt yourself nearing your climax,
he pulled away from you,
your juices slick on his lips.
"Daddy?"
You opened your eyes.
"I was so close"
"I don't think so little girl"
He smirked,
pulling his belt from the loops in his slacks,
and tossing it to the side,
taking out his rock hard length,
making you whimper when teased
your slit with the tip,
giving you no warning before he pushed into you,
taking your breath away.
"It's too big"
You cried,
pressing against his chest with your palms,
trying to relieve the stretching sensation.
"Daddy"
"You've taken it a hundred times before doll"
He cooed.
"It's not too big.
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Don't be so dramatic hm?"
Giving you a moment to adjust to him,
he pulled out slowly before pushing
back in again,
building up a steady rhythm as you lost it,
moaning incoherently and begging him
to give you more.
"Such a good little girl taking daddy so well"
He growled,
his hand gripping your neck,
his finger tips pressing into your throat
softly as he fucked onto you.
Pulling you closer to him,
you wrapped your legs around his waist,
your heat throbbing for him
as he stroked your walls,
his thumb pressing down onto your clit
as he rubbed it in erratic circles.
"I'm cumming daddy!"
You choked out,
your mouth forming an o shape
as you came undone,
riding out your high against him
as he continued to fuck into you mercilessly.
"Daddy!
Oh my god"
Still gripping your throat,
he pressed his lips against yours,
kissing you hungrily as a low groan
escaped his mouth,
his hot cum spilling into you,
forcing you to stay down on him
as he filled you to the hilt,
a satisfied grin taking over his face.
"Fuck"
He ran a hand through his hair that
was starting to lose its slick,
falling into his face slightly,
stuffing his semi hard length back into his boxers,
zipping up his slacks.
"You good?"
"I'm okay daddy"
You answered him breathlessly as he leaned
down to kiss your forehead roughly,
still laying there on his desk,
trying to find the strength the get up.
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