Daddy's Needy Girl

"Drink."

Callie eyed the dark liquid in Adam's glass, unable to prevent her face from scrunching in disgust.

"It smells like alcohol."

"It is alcohol."

Oh. She blinked at him before wordlessly accepting the glass of (maybe?) whiskey. When he waited expectantly, she shakily garnered enough bravery to take a timid sip.

"Gross,' she announced. "No ice?"

He chuckled at her as he removed the glass from her hand, touching her wrist in a way that was absolutely too intimate for an interaction between coworkers, before turning away from her to open an ice drawer.

Especially since he was her supervisor, and, well, she didn't want to fuck up the major brownie points she had won during their (successful) business negotiations earlier that evening.

He returned the glass to her hand, this time dewy and clinking from the tiny ice cubes Adam had added. "Princess," he teased.

If he noticed the crimson flushing her face, Adam didn't comment as he prepared his own glass. Callie didn't watch him, instead opting to choke at least two respectable sips down and fighting her urge to grimace. At least now her blushing was easily explained by the alcohol.

She paused as the rim touched her bottom lip for the third time. She pretended not to notice the way his eyes lingered there. Hungry.

"Did you add sugar to this?"

He grinned and lifted his own drink to his lips, an annoying pause to take the place of an actual response. Callie rolled her eyes, taking another sip. She should have picked a profession that didn't involve men in their 40's playing psychological chess with each other sixty hours a week.

"Wait-- you're twenty-one, right?"

She guffawed in response. "I'm twenty-two!" Her tone was way too indignant for such a minor error. He shrugged, "Same difference."

And she definitely shouldn't have chosen a profession where being a lightweight was a disadvantage, all things considered.

Adam set towards refilling their not-empty drinks, letting out a sharp hum of approval. "You were great earlier, Callie." She scoffed, grinning nonetheless.

"I mean it!" he insisted. "I knew that you could turn it on for the clients, but you had the one guy drooling on himself with your seductive little smile."

Her brain was warm, but she still felt her heart drop, disoriented. "W-wait, Adam, what are you talking about?" She laughed a bit, lighthearted and secretly hoping that he would take the "out" she was giving him.

"Oh come on," he chuckled, shifting his body further along the edge of his office desk, closer to where she sat in his oversized chair.

"You were totally giving him bedroom eyes the entire time, Callie," he leaned towards her conspiratorially as he spoke. "Batting your lashes at him, tucking your hair behind your ear." A pause. "Your little skirt."

Her face was on fire, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from his gaze as tears began to well at the corners of her eyes. "I was just--" she inhaled quickly, "I was only being friendly." She hated how her voice wavered.

Adam's expression was locked on her, unreadable -- but, then again, it was late at night in his dimly lit office, and she had forced way too much whiskey inside of her within the last half hour. He leaned even closer, placing his hand on the side of her face.

"It's okay to flirt a little, Callie," he hummed. "There's nothing wrong with using your natural advantages, y'know."

She belatedly realized his thumb was stroking along her bottom lip, and her entire body jolted as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Adam-- I think we should g-get home," she whispered. "We're exhausted."

A noise came from somewhere within his chest -- not a growl, but not light enough to avoid setting off her very-dulled warning signals.

"You're a brilliant girl," he murmured quietly. "No need to pretend with me."

She could smell the alcohol on his breath. And her own, most likely -- they had both been drinking since dinner.

His gaze remained locked on her while his fingers weaved through her long hair. His hands were large, firm, calloused. He placed a warm kiss on her forehead when his tightened grip caused her to whimper. His other hand traced the collar of her blouse, her chest.

"Stand up."

She opened her eyes -- she hadn't realized that she had closed them while he was touching her.

He didn't wait for her response, instead firmly, but not forcefully, tugging her to her feet. She wobbled slightly on her short heels, and he tsk'ed at her while his other hand gripped her waist. She knows she said something, some kind of weak protest -- but he continued to maneuver her to lean over his desk.

"N-no, wait--"

Adam shushed her, firmly pressing the side of her face to the cold surface of the desk. It felt nice, honestly.

She could feel his other hand squeezing her ass, shifting her skirt upwards and commenting on what a good girl she was for not wearing any tights under her clothing. He tugged her thin panties down her legs, kissing the curve of her ass painstakingly slow. She let out an involuntary whine when she felt two large fingers rubbing her, teasing her tiny, sensitive clit before plunging inside of her.

"Adam, please don't," she groaned, her back arching in response to whatever part of her that he was stretching inside of her.

"My sweet girl," he cooed at her, curving his fingers in a way that caused her to cry out. She felt crazed. "Your needy pussy has been crying for daddy all night." As if to emphasize his point, he quickened the pace of his fingers entering her. "Such a tight, pretty pussy."

A sob wracked through her body and tears filled her vision -- surely he was making fun of her by calling himself daddy. She tilted the angle of her hips to better assist him, and a loud cry escaped her when she felt an abrupt emptiness.

She immediately began to push herself upright, only to again be firmly pressed into the now-warmed surface of Adam's desk. The world felt like it was spinning as she felt his loving caresses along her hips, his warm body taking its place behind her, keeping her legs apart.

Callie gasped when she felt the burning head of his cock slide along her slit. He was huge -- well, huge for her anyways. He chuckled, one hand squeezing her hip as he guided her opening towards him.

"Adam, p-please," she gasped.

He paused, his dick resting at the entrance to her pussy. "Daddy," he stated firmly.

She propped herself up enough to look at him over her shoulder. He continued to press into her, stretching her agonizingly slow with both of his hands gripping her hips. Guiding. The two of them moaned as he seated himself fully inside of her, her walls squeezing him and welcoming his cock as deep into her cervix as she could.

He tugged his hips back, only to snap them forward firmly as a deep growl ripped through him.

"Your little pussy keeps sucking me back in," he groaned, his hips stuttering still as he shallowly fucked her into the desk. Each snap of his hips gradually deepened, causing her to softly cry out--her entire body felt like it was made of jello. She had never felt so fucking perfect in her entire life, and that alone caused her pussy to clench even tighter around him.

"Please," she managed in between breaths. "P-please don't cum inside."

He pressed himself fully inside of her, his cock twitching as he came to a complete stop. "Please don't cum inside...who?" He hissed as his hips jerked forward slightly when he felt her pussy squeeze him in response, like she was calling to him. Begging him to keep moving.

"Please...please don't cum inside, daddy," she sobbed.

Adam growled, snapping his hips harder as he resumed pounding into Callie. She could feel him getting even harder as she begged him not to cum in her. She was drunk, sure, but this was euphoric, the feeling of how turned on she was to be taken like this.

She kept babbling, even though she knew it only spurred him on. "Daddy, please -- please not inside. I'm not on birth control--"

He groaned, hips slamming her into the desk hard enough to bruise while his hands angled her perfectly. "Be a good girl, Princess," he growled. "Daddy's cum goes here," he thrust into her, and she cried out. "Understand?"

"I know how badly you've needed this," he continued. His own composure was gone, now fully animalistic in his instincts. "Your body has been begging daddy to rape you for months."

It was as if the word itself tipped her over the edge into the abyss. She was looking straight ahead while he fucked into her, raping her, and the edges of her vision went black as she wailed, cumming on his cock. The sound that escaped him was guttural as he continued to fuck her, his pace unrelenting while he used her, one of his hands fisted in her hair to keep her angled exactly where he wanted.

"That's it," he groaned. "Cum on your daddy's cock. Let me make you feel good, Princess." His hips began to stutter, his own words more incoherent.

Somehow, what felt like ages later, she was still cumming, and he continued to slam his cock into her like a man possessed. "Daddy's cumming," he rasped. "Let daddy fuck his baby into you-- that's it."

She cried out, her swollen pussy milking ropes and ropes of his cum even deeper into her cervix while he fucked her. When he had stopped coming, or perhaps when she returned from her own utopia he had fucked her to, he kept his hips pressed firmly into her. He was still groaning, grinding himself into her while they caught their breath, her pussy twitching around him involuntarily. She whimpered when she felt his dick hardening inside of her again a few moments later, unintentionally arching her hips towards him, aching and needy.

"Shhhhh," he cooed, "I know. I know. My greedy girl needs more." As he spoke, he lovingly fucked his cock into her, patient and thorough. One of his hands returned to her hair, his grip causing her body to feel limp while he fully took her again.