by T. L. Quinn
I smile to myself, thinking about all the shit she’s put me through. “Trust me, no one is fooling that girl into anything. She’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.”
He laughs finally. “That she is.”
I bring a fist up to my mouth and smile then I lean my arms forward on the desk. “Long story short, I’d like permission to date your daughter.”
He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. “Wow. You are good.”
I give him a confident smile, but then he frowns at me. “And if I say no?”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “You think she’s going to let you say no?”
He laughs. “If you were so confident, then why did you even ask?”
I sigh. “I’m not confident about anything with this woman. She’s a complete fucking whirlwind. I’ve never had to work so fucking hard for anything in my life, but I don’t even care. I’d do it all over again because I can’t go back to not having her in my life. So if you don’t want to give me your permission today, then I will be back here every day until you do because I don’t care how long it takes. If you are important to her, then I will make damn sure that I do whatever it takes to prove myself to you. For her.”
He pauses and takes a deep breath just staring back at me. My palms feel so sweaty, so I reach down and clutch my legs, waiting for his response.
He finally stands and reaches his hand across the table for me to shake. I grab it with the doofiest fucking grin on my face. He nods. “You hurt her and you’re a dead man.”
I smile even bigger. “Deal.”
He sits back down and looks back to his computer. “Now get back to work before I change my mind.”
And fuck, if I don’t run out there as fast as I can. As far as if I’m going to get any work done today, that’s another thing. I have to go find my girl. Maybe I can convince her I need her on a sales call today. I’m sure I can find somewhere to fuck her along the way.
Epilogue
Blake
Five Months Later
Fuck this day is dragging on. I swear every single person has been so needy today. My cell pings with a text message.
Fuckface: Send me a dirty pic.
I smile down at my phone, grateful for this small break in the day. I officially was promoted to manager shortly after Sawyer and I started dating. He said he likes being more hands on and in the field, so he went back to being the lead sales guy, leaving all the managerial duties to me. Fortunately or unfortunately with the way the sales have been shooting through the roof recently, I’ve been swamped at work this whole week.
I pick up my phone and text him back.
Me: What do I get in return?
I see Sawyer is typing, so I just wait for him to respond.
Fuckface: A video.
Well fuck. That’s definitely a fair tradeoff. I stand from my desk and walk over to my office door and turn the lock. That’s definitely one perk of my new position. I moved out of the open office area and took over the office right down the hall from Sawyer’s. We’ve definitely used the locked door to our advantage once or twice.
I unbutton the top couple buttons on my blouse and run my finger over my chest, and then I send him the picture. I open a couple more buttons, exposing my bra and send another picture.
Fuckface: Stop being a tease. I was hard before I even sent the first text.
I smile at my phone, but I feel my body heating up. This man never ceases to turn me on. I pull my bra down, letting my breasts spill out. I send the picture and quickly button myself all back up.
Fuckface: Fuck. Come to my office.
Me: That wasn’t the deal.
Fuckface: I’m on a call. Patience woman.
I smirk at my phone, and then I grab my purse and pull out my travel size lotion. I laugh to myself before I even go over to his office. I casually open the door while he talks on the phone. His eyes narrow at me suspiciously.
I set the lotion and a box of tissues on the end of his desk and wink at him. Then I turn and leave before he finishes his call. I grab my phone back off my desk.
Me: I want you to moan my name.
Fuckface: You’re so fucking dirty.
Me: Your hands should be occupied. Phone in one. Cock in the other. Stop texting me.
Fuckface: Why don’t you come over here and watch in person.
Me: Can’t. I’m already touching myself.
Fuckface: Fuck.
My phone goes quiet for a while, so I turn back to my computer and start working again. I hear my phone ping, so I pick it up and read the message.
Fuckface: I’m copied in on the email you just sent. You’re not even fucking touching yourself. Fucking lying to me about shit. You’re going to pay for that.
I laugh. Whoops. Shouldn’t have replied all.
Me: I’ll touch myself once you send me that video.
Fuckface: How am I supposed to make the video now that I know you’re just over there working instead of thinking about me?
Me: I am good at multitasking.
Fuckface: Bullshit.
I laugh again. This stubborn motherfucker. I hike my skirt up on both sides and point my camera showing my fingers sliding into my panties, and then I hit send.
The phone goes quiet again for a little bit, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s actually jacking off or because he got distracted. Either way, I go back to working again.
Suddenly, there’s a pounding on my office door, followed by Sawyer’s voice. “Open the door, Blake.”
Oh fuck. I know that voice.
I walk over to the door and slowly pull it open. Sawyer smirks back at me and then pushes us both back inside and locks the door behind him. I protest. “Hey! Where’s my video?”
He barely lets me finish before he captures my mouth with his. I moan as he walks me backward toward my desk and then lifts me up on top of it. “It’s right here.” He says as he hands over his phone and kisses down my neck and chest.
“I think you are missing the point. You were supposed to stay in your office.” I moan as he bites down on my nipple.
He falls down to his knees in front of me. “I wanted to taste you while you watched.” His voice rumbles.
I swear liquid pools out of me. I grip his shoulders hard, and he nods his head toward the phone. I glance at it, but then he starts pulling my panties down, and I look back down at him. He shakes his head at me. “No looking down here. You wanted your video, so fucking watch your video.”
He runs his tongue up my thigh and then nibbles on my folds. I hiss and my head falls back.
“Watch. Your. Fucking. Video.” He grits out.
I take a deep breath, and then I press play. It starts just showing him walking over to his office door and then locking it. He spreads me apart with his tongue, and I look back down and grab his hair.
He pulls back. His voice sounds upset even though I know he’s not. “I’m going to stop every time you look down here. I went through a lot of trouble making this movie for you, and I expect you to enjoy it.”
I gasp as he sucks me back into his mouth. My eyes move back over to the phone. The video shows him as he leans back in his chair and ever so slowly undoes his pants. “This is torture.” I pant.
I feel him smirk against me, but I don’t dare look down because for fuck’s sake he better not stop what he’s doing right now.
I continue looking at the phone. I see him reach into his underwear, and then his cock is springing to life. I think I actually lick my lips. Fuck, now I want his cock inside of me. Sawyer shoves his tongue inside of me, and I forget all about his cock. Fuck that! His mouth! I want his mouth!
I moan again as I watch him grab the little lotion bottle I left on his desk and squirt it all over himself. He grabs his dick tightly in his hand and begins an up and down motion. I groan. “Why are you so good at making porn videos?” I halfway joke.
I feel him laugh against me. “You inspire me.” He says cockily back.
I hear some people talking out in the hall, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more. “Sawyer.” I pant. “I don’t think I’m going to make it to the end.”
He pulls his tongue back slightly, and I grab his head hard and push his face back against me. “Don’t you dare fucking stop! I’ll last!”
He goes back to lighter licking motions, keeping me just on the edge but not enough to go over yet. My whole body is buzzing. Sawyer starts moaning in the video.
He speeds up his tongue on me, so he must be close to cumming on the video, which thank fuck because I don’t think I can last much longer. As Sawyer grips his cock hard and moves his hand faster, he starts moaning, which turns into a hot as fuck, “Ohhhh Blake...Fuck baby...”
He says it again and again and again until I see his white cum shooting from his cock. Sawyer sucks me into his mouth hard, and I explode into fucking ecstasy. I fall back onto my elbows, and my eyes roll up to the ceiling as every nerve bursts into pieces. “Fuck!” I whisper-shout.
Sawyer groans against me as he lightly sucks me all the way through my orgasm. The light touches of his lips just magnify and extend the pulsating of my pussy. He gives a few more gentle licks as I come down completely, and then he places a soft kiss against me.
I slowly lean forward on the desk as he stands up. His smirk is so cocky when our eyes meet. “Fucker.” I exhale.
“Just wait until you see what I have planned for tonight.” He flirts back.
I cock an eyebrow at him. “On our double date with Erin and her boyfriend?”
He smirks and leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Why do you think I chose the place? I already scoped out all the supply closets we can fuck in.”
I open my eyes wide as he steps back and begins walking out of my office. “Don’t even think about trying something tonight!” I call out after him.
He chuckles and shakes his head at the ground as he walks out. I smile to myself once he leaves because I know a hundred percent I’m getting fucked in a supply closet tonight, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.
The End
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T.L. Quinn
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