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Desperate to have him inside of me, I reach down and grab hold of his belt. My fingers are clumsy, and I fumble with it. A soft laugh drifting from his lips, he takes my hands off his belt, then quickly unbuckles his belt and gets his zipper undone. Reaching into his pants, I gasp as I wrap my fingers around his long, thick cock. It’s the first dick I’ve ever touched, and I never imagined it would be so big. Or hard. Honestly, I’m a small girl, and I’m a little nervous about having something so large inside of me. But my desire drives me forward.

“I want to feel you inside of me,” I gasp.

I spread my legs wider as he steps forward, his hazel eyes burning into me. Still gripping his cock, I guide him to me, nestling the head of his cock between my slick, quivering lips.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Mr. Hooper. I want this. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

His mouth finds mine as he thrusts his cock into me. He swallows my cry as he stretches me open, and the hit of pain of having him inside of me is almost blinding. But as his rigid length slides along my slippery inner walls, the pain fades as a torrent of pleasure rushes through me.

“Oh my God, yes,” I moan.

He slips his hands around my waist and grabs my ass, pulling me closer to him. He squeezes my cheeks hard as he starts to pump himself into me in a hard, steady rhythm. Each thrust of his dick pierces my core and sends a brief pinch of pain followed by an intense wave of pleasure. He’s so big that he stretches me open wider than I ever thought possible.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts.

“Just for you, Daddy. Keep fucking me. Don’t stop, Daddy.”

His groan is low and hoarse, but his cock seems to get even harder as he buries it into me. He likes it when I call him Daddy. As the pressure builds inside me again, I lean forward and let my lips brush his ear.

“Give me your dick, Daddy. Give it to your dirty little girl harder.”

Just saying the words makes me feel like a dirty little girl, but I can’t deny that it turns me on to say them. I heard it in a video once—a few of them, to be honest—and I’ve always wanted to play the role. And judging by how hard his cock is and the intensity with which he’s fucking me, I can tell Mr. Hooper likes it too.

I squeak when he pulls me off his desk and turns me around. He roughly bends me over the desk and pushes my skirt up again. I turn and look at him over my shoulder as he plunges his cock into me. As he thrusts himself into me from behind, he feels impossibly deep. The pain is a little more intense, but so is the pleasure that washes it away. Mr. Hooper reaches up and grabs my long hair then yanks my head back almost painfully as he fucks me.

“Yes, Daddy. Just like that.”

The sharp crack of his hand meeting my ass rings in my ear a moment before the sting of his palm on my cheek hits. I flinch, then moan, feeling more and more like a dirty girl and loving every moment of it. Mr. Hooper pulls my hair and pumps into me even harder.

“You are such a dirty little girl, Morgan.”

“Only for you, Mr. Hooper. I’m your dirty little girl. Fuck your dirty girl, Daddy.”

His cock swells, and he grunts, his rhythm thrown off. A moment later, I feel him twitch, and then a low, gruff growl falls from his lips as he erupts. His cock throbs, and I feel him shooting thick ropes of his warm, sticky come into me. The sensation of him filling me up sends waves of electricity crackling across my skin and makes me cry out as I climax again. Mr. Hooper holds onto my hips as I tremble and writhe, my orgasm taking my breath away.

My pussy is pulsing around his cock, milking every last drop of come out of his balls, and when he’s spent, he softens and slips out of me. I stay where I am for a moment, bent over the desk, still trembling, trying to catch my breath, and savoring the ecstasy that envelops me. My head is spinning, and I can’t keep the smile off my face. I can’t believe it happened. I can’t believe it finally happened. And it’s better than I ever fantasized about.

I stand up and turn around. Mr. Hooper seems to be coming down from the endorphin high. His face is pale, giving me a strange, worried look. A smile on my lips, I put my hands on either side of his face and pull him down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He melts into me for a moment before slowly pulling back.

“This is going to be complicated,” he says.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“These things always are.”

“Because people complicate them,” I respond. “We don’t have to be like those people.”

He offers me a smile but doesn’t look very reassured. I pick up my panties and quickly slip them back on, then smooth down my skirt and my hair, trying to look as casual and nonchalant as I possibly can. When I feel I’ve put myself back together, I give him another peck.

“I’ll see you later, Mr. Hooper.”

“I think … given what we just did, you can call me Mack. Don’t you think?”

“We’ll see.”

I tip him a wink, then hurry from his office. My body is still tingling with the afterglow. With the realization I was able to cross something off my bucket list. As I make my way through the hallways, though, I already know he’s right.