Page 106 of His Good Girl

“Bend over my desk,” he ordered, keeping his hand fisted in my hair as he guided me forward. “Now.”

He walked me around his desk to the smooth, polished wood surface, nudging me forward until my hips pressed against the edge. With firm hands on my waist, he bent me over it and my chest landed flat against the cool surface.

I felt him step back, his eyes devouring the sight of me bent over his desk, my black skirt stretched tight across my ass.

“Jesus Christ, Avery,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “You actually came to work like this.”

His hand moved to the hem of my skirt, and with deliberate slowness, he began to lift it, exposing inch after inch of my calves and thighs, but pencil skirts were not easy to lift over your hips and the narrow fabric bunched around my upper thighs.

“It will be hard to get it over my hips,” I said, my face burning with shame and arousal. “It’s meant to be taken off downwards, not up.”

“Good,” he growled. “Because I want to ruin it.”

He yanked it up roughly over my hips, the sound of fabric tearing filling the office as he exposed my bare ass to his view. Each stitch he ripped through thundered through the office until the fabric fell away and then I was completely bare from the waist down. I heard his shocked intake of breath when he realized I had obeyed him completely. I shifted from one foot to the other, shamefully aware that my godfather’s eyes were on my bare ass and my boss was looking at my bare pussy. My shameful arousal spiraled up through melike a category five tornado.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, one big hand coming to rest on my exposed cheek. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”

I whimpered in response, too embarrassed to answer.

“Answer me,” he commanded, his hand squeezing my ass firmly.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I’m wet… for you.”

His hand moved between my thighs, fingers finding my dripping pussy with shocking ease. He groaned when he felt how ready I was.

“Spread your legs.”

I did as I was told.

“You’re dripping down your thighs,” he observed, sliding one finger through my wetness. “Did you sit through your training like this? Were you sitting at your desk with your bare pussy thinking about what I was going to do to you in this office?”

“Yes,” I admitted, my face burning hotter. “I couldn’t focus on anything else.”

“That’s because you’re a dirty girl who needs her ass spanked hard,” he murmured, removing his hand from between my legs. I heard him inhale, groan, and then the sound of him sucking my juices off his fingers. I wanted to disintegrate with shame.

“You’re going to spank me?” I whimpered.

“You rolled your eyes at your boss and then came to work without panties like a little slut,” he retorted, his voice low and commanding. “What did you think was going to happen?”

I was panting now, my clit throbbing with need. “I… I don’t know.” I was acutely aware that the entire office was full of people, right outside these doors, and I felt weak with the humiliation of it. Could they hear us? Oh, God!

“Yes, you do.You’re going to get that tight little ass spanked hard until it’s bright red. But first you’re going to get fucked.”

Before I could respond, I heard the sound of his belt buckle, then his zipper. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the hot, thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance.

“Oh, God! Oh, my God,” I moaned, trying to push back against him.

He pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching me open, inch by inch. I gasped as he filled me, and I couldn’t stop my pussy from clenching around him.

“Fuuuuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pausing when he was halfway inside me. Then he gripped my hips and thrust forward, burying himself completely inside me with one powerful stroke.

“Aaahhnngg!” I cried out, my hands clutching the edge of the desk. He was so fucking big.

My mind raced to the last time I’d had sex, but it was so long ago that I’d forgotten what it had felt like to be filled like this. Besides, he was so much bigger than anyone I’d ever taken before that my pussy already ached from the very first stroke.

He held himself there, letting me adjust to his size. “You’re going to take your fucking like a good girl,” he crooned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my pussy already pulsing around him.