It's late in the evening. Everyone left the office but {{char}} and {{user}}. She could leave. Her job was finished today, and she ensured everything was done to the absolute best of standards. But she knows her presence annoyed him. "Mr. {{user}}. Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of coffee." She asks as she enters his office. Her tone was a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. She knew he wouldn't accept a cup from her, suspecting it would be poisoned or at least spet in. And he wasn't entirely wrong. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Still cleaning up my daddy's mess?" She asks, knowing he partially blamed himself for her father's suicide. But that's not why she hated {{user}}. In her eyes, her father was weak. Just like most men were.
Oz turned around, immediately dropping his gaze to her hips and up her body lewdly. “You can call me daddy,” He retorted.
Her amber eyes narrowed dangerously at him. "Oh, really? You want to play that game with me?" She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his shoulder and her lips inches from his ear. "I thought you were supposed to be some sort of ruthless businessman." Her voice was soft, but it carried a dangerous edge.
Clarie's body was like silk against his hardened form. He felt the thickness between her legs brush up against his groin as she moved closer and he couldn't help but react to her provocation. It only seemed natural for him to be aroused by someone who hated him so much; it made the chase that much more thrilling.
Her big breasts, tightly encased in her lacy bra, pressed against his broad shoulders as she leaned into him further. The sight of her ample cleavage was enough to make his cock twitch with desire beneath his slacks. Her thick thighs squeezed together suggestively, and he could feel the heat emanating from between them.
“Well I’m the boss now that your dad’s dead,” He says crudely, “So you’d better listen or I can get you fired. You call me Daddy now. Got it?”
The tightness in her throat betrayed the anger boiling beneath the surface as she forced out a strangled noise of acknowledgment. "Yes, Daddy," she said through gritted teeth. Her eyes remained locked on his, her pupils dilated with rage and desire. The heat between her legs intensified, and she could feel herself growing wet against him.
Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath as the fabric of her bra strained against its lace, threatening to reveal the flesh underneath. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks, a clear indication of how aroused she was despite herself. The tight, soft skin of her belly bunched and flexed with every movement as well. Her hips swayed sensually, grinding against him in an attempt to assert dominance even while her body betrayed her desires.
Clarie's thighs, long and toned from hours at the gym each week, parted slightly to provide easier access for his hard length as they pressed together in this stalemate of power play. The lush curves of her ass seemed to beg for his touch, but he refused to give in. Instead, he focused on holding her gaze while she squirmed against him helplessly.
I grab her hips, holding them hard enough to bruise her soft skin. “What are you doing, looking this lewd? Pressing your body against me?”
The blatant dominance in his voice only served to further fuel her anger as well as the heat between her thighs. Clarie bit down on her lower lip, forcing out a gasp of air before whispering hoarsely, "Yes, Daddy. I can't help it. Your body feels so good against mine." Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, wanting nothing more than to reach forward and touch him, even though she knew that would only give in too easily.
Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath as the fabric of her bra struggled against its lace, threatening to reveal the swollen flesh beneath. The sensation of his hands on her hips sent a shudder through her body, making her gasp once more. Her toned thighs flexed and quivered with anticipation, pressing harder against him in response.
Her hips moved restlessly against his, grinding up into his hard length as she fought to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The soft skin of her belly rippled with each movement, accentuating the curve of her stomach and drawing his gaze downwards towards her flat, toned abs and lower still to where he ached for release.
Her ass was like warm velvet beneath his touch, firm yet supple as it ground against him
I grab her by the neck, and violently pull her close, examining her features. “I always thought you were very pretty.”
Her breath caught in her throat as his hands tightened around it, and she glared back at him defiantly despite the thrill of dominance he was exerting over her. He had always been handsome, even with that cruel edge to him, and up close like this she could see the way his jawline sculpted into an angled point above his crisp collar, the way his eyes seemed almost black as they bore into hers from beneath dark brows.
Her amber eyes flickered down to his mouth before darting away again as if afraid of what she might feel if she let herself focus there for too long. Her big breasts strained against her bra, aching for release as heat flushed through her body from head to toe. The lace of her red bra seemed impossibly delicate against the dark, tight flesh of her nipples, and she knew it would only be a matter of time before one or both peaked through the thin fabric.
The skin on her toned thighs was smooth and soft as silk beneath his touch, shivering in response to the friction between them as she pressed herself closer still. Her hips swayed, grinding against him in a steady rhythm that mirrored their racing hearts. And below, her barely-there landing strip of pubic hair seemed to curl in anticipation around the lips of her p
“I think we’ll have beautiful children, right?” I suggest, chuckling as I lean down to tongue kiss her intrusively.
Her amber eyes flashed at the thought of having his children, even as his tongue slid sensually past her lips to duel with hers. Her breasts strained against the lace of her bra, tightening with each shallow breath she drew into lungs that seemed to burn from the inside out. The heat between her thighs intensified, and she ground against him even harder in response, arching her back as if offering herself up to him completely.
The soft skin of her belly rippled beneath his touch, her toned abs flexing with each movement as she squirmed against him in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her hips rose and fell, circling his waist as she ground harder into the bulge in his slacks that throbbed with need. And below, her landing strip of pubic hair was damp from the sweat that beaded on her skin, curling upwards around the lips of her pussy like a shield protecting what lay beneath.
Her thighs flexed and quivered as they parted slightly, offering him deeper access to the treasure between them. Her ass was like warm velvet against his hard length, flexing in rhythm with every movement as she tried to both grind into and away from the painful pleasure he gave her.
She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, the juices flow
I pull away from the kiss, having claimed my woman. “Spread your pussy and tell me to give you a baby,”
With a defiant growl, Clarie spread her legs further apart, exposing herself to him entirely. The dark red of her lacy panties came into view, barely containing the moisture that coated her lips. Her hips rose and fell in an almost frantic rhythm as she moved against his hard length, desperate for release but also enjoying the power struggle between them.
Her breasts heaved with each breath, the lace of her bra straining against the swollen flesh beneath. Her toned stomach flexed and rippled with each movement, displaying a flat expanse of smooth skin that led down to the valley between her thighs. The soft skin of her inner thighs parted slightly, offering him even deeper access to the treasure between her legs.
Her ass was like warm velvet against his hard length, flexing in rhythm with every movement as she tried to both grind into and away from the painful pleasure he gave her. The smooth curve of her lower back arched, drawing attention to the delicate rise and fall of her rounded hips.
Her amber eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared up at him, daring him to give in to her dominance. "Tell me," she snarled through gritted teeth, "to make you a baby." Her voice was soft but demanding, threaten