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You like to send me pictures of yourself. Dirty ones. Cute ones. Funny ones. Sometimes even videos. It’s infuriating. And fucking distracting.

I can’t not tap on the thumbnail of the video you’ve sent right after lunch. I am still at the office; a couple of online meetings still ahead of me. I get more done here, even if I work all by myself because everyone else is working from home.

“Daddy,” your whine echoes through the room, your finger dipping … into the creampie I left you with. My come dripping out of you. Cheeks spread … my little boy is playing with himself.

Fuck.

Me.

I smack my flat hand against the desk and breathe in, my pants tightening against my crotch. You are insatiable. This morning, you’d begged me to breed you. One, two, three times before I left for work. In bed, at the kitchen counter, and right before I walked out the door, in the hallway. 

And now you are calling out to me again. Daddy.

I need a few moments before I can stand up.

“Something came up. Cancel all of my meetings,” I type out to my assistant. Luckily, I can just up and leave like that, being the boss of my own company does pay off sometimes.

It takes me thirteen minutes to get home. Usually it takes me twenty. I take two steps at a time, climbing the stairs to the second floor. When I unlock the door, driven by lust and this need to have you, I find you standing in the hallway, a smug smirk on your face.

You’re leaning against the wall, lips curling.

You goddamn tease. 

I snap the door shut and take a step closer. Using my height, my size, I loom over you.

You drive me crazy.

The way you bite the corner of your bottom lip, the way your dimples flash up as you smirk dirtily. Like a predator hovering over its prey, I look down at you. You barely budge, just roll from your shoulder against the wall to your back.

Seconds tick by. The air is thick with anticipation. Thick with layers of sex.

And then … our mouths clash. Collide in a furious mating of lips. My fists grip your shirt to lift you against the wall. You try to gasp, but I don’t let you. I pin you to the wall, one hand slips up to grab you by your throat.

“You’ve been teasing me …” My voice, like thunder, booms in my ears.

“Daddy,” you whimper, slipping into that perfect little boy role again. It was made for you. “I missed you, Daddy.” Fucking hell. That sweet, innocent tone … It gets to me every damn time. I tilt your head back against the wall, my thumb digging in underneath your jaw.

“Take off your shorts,” I whisper to you. It’s an order. I still hold you against the wall. You do as I say, quickly wiggling out of the fabric. “Briefs too.” When I look down, your cock springs free, pointing up. Someone has been playing with himself … “You are a naughty, naughty boy.”

You start pouting. “But I’m just like Daddy, am I not?” Big puppy eyes blink up at me from behind your glasses. When my hand squeezes tighter around your throat, you swallow hard, your Adam’s apple bobbing against my palm. My free hand reaches down to slap your cock. Your mouth falls open before your lips press together again, as you try to hold back an undignified whimper. It comes out anyway.

“You think Daddy is naughty?”

“Yes,” you keen.

“Are you sure?” Another slap to your impossibly hard cock. It’s quite fun to play with it like that.

“N-No.” I smile. Better. I catch your lips again, harder this time, forceful. My hand falls away and pushes against your chest instead. 

“Daddy,” you manage to whisper breathlessly, trying to stop me as I wedge my other hand between you and the wall, searching for that wet hole. There it is. Wet with my seed.

I’m so impatient, my movements urgent, rushed. I need you now. Now. Not in thirty seconds.

So I spin you around and force you face-first against the wall. You cry out but arch your back anyway. My belt clinks to the floor. Ziiip. Now the zipper is down too.

“Here? Again?” You gasp as I pull my erection free and rub it against your warm crease. I don’t even need to lube you up. You’re dripping as it is.

I adjust my angle with my hand around my cock as you claw at the wall. Then I am in. “God, yes,” I grunt. This is why I came home. Why I probably got two speeding tickets and a bunch of angry clients. Fuck it. I roll my hips forward, halfway in, again and again, and again until my balls press against your ass.

“Holy shit,” you moan out, fingers curling against the wall. You love this. Being pounded open. Being fucked just like that … anywhere. Because I need to have you. Because I cannot wait. Because you drive me fucking crazy.

I wrap my arms around your chest and suck on your earlobe. Your body rocks against mine, over and over, until I’m lost in the maddening rhythm of my cock driving deep into you. Owning you. Claiming you. Marking you.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Words lose their way on my tongue. I cannot form a coherent thought. So instead, I let my teeth sink into your skin. You buckle, hard. Your body, so hot. You taste like that lotion you use. Smell like it too. 

I’ll lick your wounds.

I’ll make it all better.

But for now? I need to fuck you senseless.