Page 33 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

“I got IT to run a keystroke recorder on your laptop,” she says quietly, her eyes trained on mine with an intense focus that doesn’t help the satin-ribbon caused hard-on I already have.

Confusion knits my brows and I move from behind my desk, coming to stand in front of her. She’s so slight in my presence, and that doesn’t help my size kink, either.

“I saved my salary for a month, got kinda ahead on my bills at home, and paid him to put a keystroke recorder on your computer so I could find out what online dating services you were using. That’s how I found you used Veiled .

And that’s how I found out your username.

” She takes a step closer, and because I’m goddamn foolish, I do nothing when she reaches for the hem of her shirt and yanks it off over her head, making her ponytail swing.

I drum my fingers against my thigh, trying my hardest not to envision my knuckles full of her silky hair, her cries muffled by my pillow.

“That’s how I got to you. Up until then, I’d been obsessing over you from afar.

I even had one summer where I hung out with Jo Jo Turner a ton because you’re friends with her dad.

I’ve sat behind you while you ate at Goode’s, I’ve run behind you on the track, sometimes I park near you just to get a whiff of your cologne when you open your truck door in the morning.

” Her nostrils flare with each wild admission.

Briar brings her hand to her shoulder, slipping it beneath the white strap of her bra.

She shoves one strap down, then repeats the process, losing the other.

Reaching behind herself, she moves toward me as she unclasps her bra, revealing her supple, velvety bare breasts. She collects her shirt and bra.

I look. So help me God, I look.

Moving back to my desk, I look back up at her as I sink into my chair, Briar following, dropping to her knees between my feet. She shoves her shirt and bra into one of my drawers, and with a raging hard-on and racing heart, I watch.

“I’m angry with you for not listening to me.

The last three months I only pretended to be her because I knew you wouldn’t consider me .

I knew you set all your dating sites to women your age.

I knew you’d told a few girls that messaged you that they were too young.

I knew that what I was doing was deceptive, but I gambled, West,” she says, crawling under my desk.

“And everything I shared with you on Veiled was real. I do take care of my father, he is a deadbeat, my last boyfriend was a year ago, I want to be your babygirl?—”

She smooths her palms over my knees, but it’s those last two words that finally shake me from my trance. I’m not trying to be angry, but I’m holding onto my rage as a reminder that she made a choice to deceive me, and had opportunities to tell me otherwise.

I push her hands off my knees, and as if expecting and prepared, she moves them to her breasts, pushing them together as she crouches at my feet, her beautiful face half shrouded by the shadows beneath my desk.

“You knew what I was looking for. You knew what I liked. You had access to my innermost secrets, and you violated my privacy, Briar,” I tell her slowly, realizing as I say the words that I am angry about this.

It’s not just that she lied to me, it’s that she learned my most sensitive, protected secret while lying to me.

She got me to play the most private card I have, all while pretending to be someone else. “How can I believe you at all?”

She’s at my feet, gorgeous little tits out, in my office, at this high school which she just attended last fucking year, and the more she tries to convince me that she’s my other half—the more my rage grows.

The calm, bumbling guy that let her pull off her shirt and crawl under my desk is gone, replaced with the angry, hurt, embarrassed, exhausted man who thought he found the love of his life, but instead got tricked . I look down at Briar between my legs, and clench my jaw, letting my rage run free.

“You want me so bad?” I growl, trying to keep my voice low as the meeting is over and people are in offices all around me. And I don't know if anyone saw her come in. Her being in here is absolutely fucking foolish. Doing this is even worse.

But I can’t stop.

She deserves this.

She owes me.

I reach down and unzip my pants, and pull my hard cock out. Straining and pink, veins thick, the head shiny and slick, when Briar’s eyes go hooded at the sight of it, I nearly lose my mind.

Reaching under the desk, I fill my palm with her hair and jerk her down on my cock.

Her mouth, wet and warm, swallows up the first few inches, and the sound she makes has my stomach clenching.

A cross between a moan and a whimper, she bounces on her haunches below the desk as she suckles, kisses and gags on me, all the while maintaining this crazy intense eye contact.

This is wrong.

She’s a liar.

She’s too young .

I don’t love her.

I am not fucking in love with her.

Hand still buried in her hair, I push back from my desk, her cheeks hollowing until her mouth is empty. Saliva shines on her bottom lip, and wets her chin. I drag her to her feet, push her down over my desk and shove her leggings and panties down.

“You want me, huh? You’re telling the truth, right? So if I fuck you bare right now and get you pregnant, you can’t escape me, Briar. And that’s what you want?”

My pencil cup goes flying, blue pens and sharpened pencils rolling toward the closed door.

I press her face into my calendar as she strains to peer my way.

I love the way she looks shoved into my desk, face red, perfect little ass in the air.

I press my chest to her back, quietly hissing, “I’d fucking spank you right now if I could.

Do you hear me? God, you make me so fucking angry, Briar.

Do you understand how much I wanted you?

I wanted you so badly,” I growl, rising as I find her slit with my fingers, moaning at how wet and sticky she is.

Aligning my head, I look down at her one last time, her blue eyes barely catching mine as she strains to look back at me.

“Take it, Briar. Take my dick, and take my cum, because you want it, don’t you? ”

She nods against the desk, reaching out to grip the edge as she whispers, “Yes, Daddy, please. Please?—”

I jerk her head up off the desk, and lean down, cock buried in her tight little cunt as I spit against her lips.

Briar’s eyes roll in her head as her pink tongue darts out, swiping at my saliva, collecting it as a hum radiates in her chest. “What was that? Lying little slut, tell me this is what you want.”

My groin smacks her ass with each unhinged thrust inside of her.

She’s so tight and wet, and the way she stays focused on me does nothing for the budding obsession I’m trying desperately to fucking ignore.

“More, Daddy,” she breathes, a manila folder full of sports physicals falls to the floor, sending papers everywhere.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry,” she breathes, and then her cunt is spasming, clenching and releasing all over me, milking my cock for everything it's worth.

Sweat slides down my temple as I glance at the closed but unlocked office door.

I could lose my job for this.

Worse things could happen if anyone walked in that door.

Taking Briar by the hips, I turn her around and shove her leggings further down as I pant, draping her legs over my shoulders. This is foolish. We shouldn’t be doing this. I know better. She’s too young. This is wrong.

But her taking my cock as she calls me daddy has fully rewired my brain. I thrust my hard cock into her, and slap my hand over her mouth in time to catch her slutty little cries.

“Don’t you dare fucking lie to me,” I warn, dropping my thumb to her clit. Fuck, her cunt is so tight, I’m starting to wonder—I look down between us, where our bodies join, finding her hairless pussy eating up my fat cock, the sight forcing me to clench my ass in restraint.

But there’s also blood.

I didn’t see it when I had her doggy over the desk.

But I see it now.

I reach down, stroking my shaft before sinking inside of her, bringing my hand between us to show her the blood on my fingers.

“You let me fuck you while you’re on your period?” My nostrils flare as I hurl the accusation her way. I’m not against period sex. What I am against is Briar and her perpetual fucking dishonesty.

She shakes her head, before letting it fall back, exposing the smooth column of her throat.

Pale skin. Unmarred. Perfect. My mouth waters to clamp down there and suck, leaving purple and pink marks of ownership visible everywhere.

To mark her, make sure the world knows that this slut is off limits, that she's mine.

“Don’t lie to me, Briar,” I tell her, slamming into her again and again, watching her tits jiggle with each slap, with every thrust.

She clamps down around me again, squeezing her eyes shut, slapping her palms over her mouth, muting her own cries.

The sight of her completely unspooled beneath me, the guilt in my gut for losing control and the rage that has yet to dissipate.

As I topple over the edge and lose myself to the most debilitating orgasm ever, I realize one of her secrets.

My cock pulses, flooding her tight little channel with so much cum that it immediately spills down my shaft and out between us.

“Briar,” I breathe, the back of my mind a continual explosion at the foolish things I’m doing right now.

Briar stalked me. Lied to me. Had IT hack my computer. She is not someone I should give a second chance to, she is not someone I should reconsider, she is not someone I should ride bare.

But I ride out my orgasm, thrusting the last few shots of cum inside of her, realizing that even though I’m being an utter fool, I don’t care.

She gave me something today, something she didn’t give anyone else.

And though she lied to me, she gave me something she never shared with another soul.

Something she couldn’t tell me about because she was pretending to be Cadence.

I look down at the crimson streaking my shaft, the traces of pink on her thighs, and drop my tone to a feral, terrifying whisper. “Open your fucking eyes,” I command, and she obeys, lifting her lids, her breathing still wild. Blue eyes linger on me, wet blue eyes.

“Did I just take your virginity over my desk?” I move my hand to her throat, and squeeze, lifting her up off my desk with ease. Sitting upright, she licks her lips, eyes darting between mine.

I grab her chin, forcing her focus to stay on me. “Don’t lie.” The word babygirl is right there, and the warning feels unnatural without the sweet nickname, but we’re not there. Not yet.

Thanks to her lies, maybe never.

She nods. “Yes.” She looks down, taking my gaze with hers as she plays at the creamy, pink-tinged pool of cum between her legs, oozing onto my desk. “I wanted only you to have it, Daddy. It belongs to you.”

I reach into my desk, fishing around for an extra shirt. Except, I’m wearing the spare so instead, I pass her the shirt stained with coffee. While shoving my dick away, I move around the office and twist the lock on the door, post-orgasm clarity ringing my neck as each moment passes.

I just fucked a nineteen-year-old girl over my desk without a condom.

The same nineteen-year-old that I sent a picture of my load to on Veiled . Who got a photo of my raging hard-on and precum stain when I was so horny I couldn’t take it.

I grip the sides of my head and pull at the ends of my hair. Pacing in front of my desk, I try to calm myself down. “Get dressed,” I tell her, not even looking her way.

I thought we connected on Veiled . I thought I was in love with her. I thought I found my soulmate. But that orgasm.

That orgasm felt like taking a walk in a new dimension with the only person alive who understands me .

And it fucking freaked me out. And now, because I am an asshole, and I’m still hurt, I’m going to do what I do best.

I’m going to hurt the one person I want to better understand.

“Don’t you think that lying about being Cadence was enough?” I question, coming to stand behind my desk as she rights her collar and adjusts her leggings. I nod toward the papers on the floor, and the pencils and pens. “Clean it up, and hurry.”

Briar’s eyes hold mine one second more, and understanding passes between us in a way that I’ve only ever dreamt of having with someone.

I find myself breathless as she obeys, moving around my office, picking up the mess we made, quiet and diligent.

When she’s done, she stands before me, hands linked at her tailbone.

Her ponytail is redone, and the idea of messing it up again has my heart racing.

“You lied about your virginity.”

She shakes her head, immediately pressing up to her toes in a defensive stance, reaching for me. “I–I didn’t–I didn’t lie. I just hadn’t told you yet.” She looks around the desk, at the scene of the crime. “I didn’t know you were going to have me.”

Have me . Just the way she words things makes me hard. And as much as I want to die on my hill of skepticism in order to keep myself safe from being made a fool of again, the more I let her speak around me and explain herself, the more I believe her.

I think she is a natural DaddysGirl .

I take her chin in my hand and hold her gaze with mine, our breathing synced. “My house. Tonight. We need to talk.” I look her up and down before releasing my hold on her face. “Eight. ”

She leaves my office, knowing better than to give me some lingering over-the-shoulder look on her way out.

Briar’s been trying to come clean to me about things.

She’s been trying to make things right. I think she is sorry about pretending to be Cadence, and I actually do believe her reasoning.

Still, she lied. She lied about who she was, she’s been pushing for my attention, she let me take her virginity without so much as a word about it.

I glance over at my desk as I stand at my office door, ready to leave for the day. What would Leah have said if she walked in on me railing and spitting in the mouth of a junior coach? I pull at the back of my neck, finding tension and nerves knotted up back there.

All of this has been a mistake.

She is a mistake.

A mistake I can’t get enough of.