by B. B. Hamel
He smirks and runs his thumb down my lower lip.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Now, call me Daddy again.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good.” He leans toward me. “Turn around.”
He guides my hips and makes me straddle his face. I gasp as he starts to lick my pussy from behind, face between my ass, tongue moving up and down all along me. It’s so dirty and I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
I still have his cock in my hand, and I start to stroke him faster. He groans as he sucks and licks my pussy and I lean forward to take him in my mouth, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me. I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, but I don’t care.
I suck his cock hard, moaning while his mouth works my pussy. I feel his hands spread my ass and his tongue lap me up, licking every inch of me, and I can’t help but wiggle my hips.
I’m on top of him, one hand on his shaft, the other on the floor. His cock feels so good in my mouth and I love moaning with it deep down my throat, or at least as deep as I can get it. He’s so thick I can barely fit him, and I gag every time I try to take him deeper into me.
I think he likes it when I gag, though. He groans every time I do it, so I keep sucking him, faster and faster. I love his moans, they drive me wild, keep me going, push me further.
Pleasure mounts through my skin and I know I’m moaning louder now. I’m sucking him less, stroking him more, concentrating on the pleasure flooding through my body.
I feel his fingers press inside of me and I groan, rolling my hips. I stroke him faster as he fucks me with his fingers. He pulls them out and licks me, alternating between fucking me and sucking me, and it’s driving me absolutely wild.
He slaps my ass hard, and my skin stings, sending a shiver along my spine. He doesn’t stop, licking my ass, my pussy, my clit. He’s relentless and starving for me, and I think that’s what I love the most.
He wants me, he wants me so badly. He loves licking me, touching me, making me feel good. And I love it just as much. I love his hands on my skin, his cock in my mouth, his moans in my ears. I don’t want this moment to end.
I suck him again, taking him into my throat as he fucks me fast with his fingers. I’m moaning loud, rolling my hips, pleasure mounting, spreading, rolling through me in waves. I’m totally lost to the bliss and I know it’s coming, building up inside of my chest, inside of my entire body.
I pant and start to moan his name. “Oh, god, Daddy. Please, don’t stop. I need you to keep fucking my pussy like that. Keep going.”
He obeys, fucking me fast with his fingers. “I love this little pussy,” he says. “You dirty little girl. You love having your pussy licked and fucked. You can’t help yourself. You’re just a filthy girl, begging for more cock.”
“Yes,” I moan, and he spanks my ass. “Oh, god, yes.”
He licks my pussy and clit and I know I can’t take it anymore. I let go of his cock, both hands on the floor, and I come hard as his tongue explores my every inch.
It feels incredible. He spanks my ass as I come and that only sends me into spasms of joy and pleasure. He doesn’t let me go, relentlessly licking me, until I find myself face down on the carpet, my whole body tingling with relief.
He laughs gently and slides out from underneath me, stroking his big cock slowly.
“Look at you,” he says. “Naked and lying in a puddle of your own cum. I fucking love it.”
I smile at him and slowly get up to my hands and knees. I crawl toward him and take the tip of his cock in my mouth.
I moan as I suck him nice and slow. He watches me, kneeling, hands in my hair. He pulls my hair tight and I suck him faster, bobbing forward, sucking hard.
He moves back and sits on the couch. I get between his legs and take his cock in my mouth. I push forward, as deep as I can. He pushes me deeper and I gag, but I don’t stop. I keep sucking, moaning the whole time, lost in the need to finally get him off.
He groans and fucks my mouth, gripping my hair tight. I moan and let him do what he wants to me. I need him to come so badly. I need him to feel the way that I feel right now.
I suck him faster and faster and finally look up at him, stroking his cock, eyes locked on his. “Come for me, Daddy. Please, come for me.”
He groans and I take him between my lips just as he spurts deep and hot into my throat. I swallow him, every single drop, letting him come deep into my mouth.
When he’s finished, I curl up on the couch next to him. He holds me tight, kisses me softly, and we just stay like that, bodies pressed together. I’m slightly damp with sweat and he has this big smile on his face.
“What?” I ask him finally. “You’re smiling.”
“I’m just content,” he says, shrugging. “Haven’t been content like this in a while.”
“Yeah?”
“Just sitting here with you. It’s… it’s good.”
“Yeah.”
I nuzzle up against him and let myself breathe deep and slow, enjoying the moment.
8
Julian
I have Avery on my mind every second of every day.
I can’t help myself. I don’t see her again that weekend, but I’m like practically giddy heading into the office on Monday. It’s not because I love work, although I kind of do, but because I can’t wait to fucking see my girl.
Avery is there, bright and early. “Morning, boss,” she says as I walk past her desk.
“Come into my office,” I say to her, not glancing down.
She follows me back and shuts the door behind her. I put my stuff down and pull her against me for a quick kiss.
She moves away. “Careful. Your blinds are open.”
“Sorry. Nobody’s here yet.”
She clears her throat, but she’s smiling. “Today’s the day.”
“Yeah, it is. Are you nervous?”
She shrugs. “You know I’ve never done this before, right?”
“I know.” I sit down and sigh a little bit. God damn, I’m getting old. “Look, all you need to do is make her happy. You don’t need to offer some genius suggestions.”
She bites her lip. Her nervous little gesture. I’m starting to notice all these little tiny details about her, and it’s strange.
I’ve never noticed this sort of stuff in any other woman. Normally, I see tits and ass. I fuck them and leave them and never bother to get to know them.
But with Avery, it’s different. I keep finding new things about her, keep getting these little details, little new levels.
And I want to find out more. Not just her body, although I fucking love her body.
But the way she talks, the way she laughs, what makes her tick. I want all that stuff. I want to make her smile.
Strange. I don’t know when this happened to me. I guess I really am getting old.
I check my watch. “She’ll be here in an hour. Want to go over the plan again?”
She shakes her head. “I think that’ll make me more nervous.”
“You’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll check in on you, okay?”
“Okay.” She sighs and leans back in her chair. “Remind me again why I’m doing this?”
I laugh and get up. I walk around my desk and sit in the chair next to her.
“Look, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, you’re talented. And you actually like this author. Your opinion matters and it’s more important than some random copy editor.”
“Right. All that stuff is very true.”
I grin. “Good. The book’s already edited. You’re just going over the edits with her and talking about it.”
“Right. The hard work is done already.”
“Exactly. Just go in there, agree with her, make her happy. Convince her to change the stuff you think needs changing. Honestly, Avery, I trust you.”
She nods again. “Okay. Okay. You’re right.” She laughs a little and I can tell she feels a little uncomf
ortable. “I guess I did need a pep talk.”
“It’s okay to be nervous. I’m throwing you in the deep end here. But I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t trust you.”
“Thanks.” She cocks her head toward me, and I want to kiss her so fucking badly.
But out of the corner of my eye, I can see Marcy setting up her stuff. I stand and head back around to the front of my desk.
“Better get out there,” I tell her. “You don’t have much more time before she shows up.”
Avery nods, stands, and leaves my office. I watch her go, loving that perky, tight ass. I keep seeing it looming above me, her pussy practically dripping into my mouth. I love the way that ass tastes and I can’t wait to get it again.
I force myself to pay attention to my work for the next hour. Haylee is coming in soon, and Avery is going over the edits to the partial manuscript she submitted. Apparently, the girl writes like a freaking demon. It’s not a finished work, but it’s about half, and that’s enough to start working on it.
Haylee shows up right on time. I stand as the young author knocks on my door and steps inside.
“Morning,” she says, looking bored.
“Morning,” I say, and walk around the desk to shake her hand. “Do you need anything before we get started?”
“Nah,” she says. “Let’s get this over with.”
She doesn’t sound excited, but that’s fine. I lead her into the conference room before I go grab Avery from her desk.
“Remember,” I say softly, “just keep her happy.”
“Got it.” She takes a deep breath and we step into the conference room.
Haylee has her stuff spread out in front of her. The manuscript is front and center with all the notes attached to it. She also has her own notes, pages I’ve never seen before, and a little planner.
“Hey,” Avery says, sitting down across from her. “How’s it going?”
“Tired,” Haylee grunts. “Was up all night last night writing these.” She picks up the pages and waves them in the air.
It’s at least ten pages, front and back, single spaced… there must be like ten thousand new words.
“Awesome,” Avery says. “I can’t wait to read it.”
“Sure.” Haylee yawns. “Let’s get this over with, okay? I have a lot of problems with a lot of this stuff.”
I smile at the two girls as Avery glances back at me, fear in her eyes.
“Good luck,” I say, and leave the room.
I almost feel guilty for it. I can tell Haylee is going to be difficult, but I trust in Avery. She’s smart and she’s capable. This might be her first serious job, but this shouldn’t be too hard for her. I mean, just keep the young author happy, right?
I get back into my office and lose myself in some tasks. An hour ticks past, and then a second, and finally I’m wondering if I should go check in on Avery. I don’t want to hover or anything, but I am really curious about how it’s going. I expected an hour at most to go over that stuff, but it’s been two now, and I haven’t heard a peep.
As I get up and stride towards my door, I suddenly hear the murmur of muted but loud voices. It takes me a second to realize it’s coming from the conference room.
I curse under my breath. As I start hurrying over, the conference room door bursts open and Haylee comes storming out.
“You have to be fucking kidding me,” she snaps and whirls around. “I keep telling you. I can’t change the character of Mortimer. I mean, he’s central to the book!”
Avery comes storming out after her, red-faced and angry. “He’s a bit character with a random secondary plot that does nothing to move the story further. And he has a stupid name!”
Haylee’s eyes go wide and her nostrils flare. “What’s going on?” I say, walking over to them.
“You stupid asshole,” she says loudly. “You don’t know anything.” Haylee whirls on me. “Why would you assign me this… moron?”
“You asked for her,” I point out.
She makes a face. “So what? I was a little drunk.”
I gape at her. “Are you serious? Okay, let’s discuss this in private.”
I can feel the whole office watching. This sort of shit is not good for company morale and I can already hear the rumors. Boss gets young authors drunk and probably tries to sleep with them. God damn it.
“No,” Haylee snaps. “I know I asked for her. I mean, I thought it was cute, she’s a fan, you know? But her ideas are awful. I can’t work like this.”
Avery is fuming. “Haylee is stubborn and impossible,” she says. “She won’t take a single edit, not a single freaking one. Not even legitimate punctuation!”
“I won’t compromise my vision!” Haylee snaps back. “Something you clearly don’t have.”
“Enough,” I say loudly. Both girls look at me, although Haylee looks more pissed than surprised. “Enough, okay? Look, Avery is smart and capable. If you can’t work with her, you can’t work with anyone at this company.”
Haylee gapes at me and Avery looks equally surprised.
“You’re seriously going to take her side?” Haylee asks. “I thought you wanted me to be your new rising star author. This is some rinky-dink little no-name house and yet here I am anyway. I’m doing you a fucking favor.”
“I don’t need favors,” I say, letting my anger get the best of me. “I’d rather you went somewhere else if you’re going to act like this. If you can’t take edits or work with someone as reasonable as Avery, you don’t belong here, or anywhere else, for that matter.”
Haylee gapes at me. Avery just looks shocked. I’m so pissed, I don’t really care.
I’ll lose a hundred fucking Haylees before I give up Avery.
Haylee works her jaw. I can tell she’s thinking. Finally, she turns to Avery. “I’ll change the name,” she says. “But he stays.”
“Make his plot make sense,” Avery says.
I think Haylee might scream at her, but instead, she takes a breath and calms herself. “I’ll think about it.”
“Fine,” Avery says.
“Okay.” I take a step toward them. “I think we’re done for today. I know this is stressful. We’ll pick up tomorrow.”
Haylee nods sharply. She disappears back into the conference room to gather her things.
“Head back to your desk,” I say to Avery softly.
“I’m so sorry, Julian, I really tried—”
I shake my head. “It’s okay. I’ll talk to you when she’s gone.”
She nods, looking downcast. She walks slowly back to her desk.
Shit, I’ll have to deal with that, but one thing at a time.
Haylee comes back out and I escort her back to the elevators.
“Was she really so bad?” I ask the young author softly.
The girl sighs. “No,” she admits. “The edits are fine. It’s just… I’ve never had to give in to demands before. I’ve always worked alone.”
I nod at that. “I understand. But unfortunately, you’re working with a team now. Your opinion is the most important one, but you still have to be able to listen, at least a little bit.”
“You’re right,” she says. “I’ll try.”
“Thank you. And listen, if you really can’t work with Avery, I can find someone else. But I think she’s right for you.”
Haylee shakes her head. “No. She’s fine. I’ll deal.”
“Okay.” The elevators open. “Send me the new pages and come back in tomorrow.”
“Fine.” She steps inside, looking miserable. “I won’t blow up tomorrow.”
I smile at her. “I know.”
She nods as the doors slide shut. I sigh and slump against the wall.
Fucking shit. I came so close to destroying this company before it even got started.
I can’t afford to lose Haylee. I don’t know if she realizes it or not, but if I decide to release her from her contract, I still have to pay her the advance for her first book. And it’s a stupidly big advance. I
’ll survive personally, but the company… I don’t know. I might have to kill it.
So I’m lucky she decided to stay and work with Avery.
Stupid, so stupid. If it were anyone else, I would’ve thrown them under the bus. But Avery, I couldn’t let anyone talk like that about her. Even if it could’ve cost me everything.
I walk back to my office and gesture for Avery to follow.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, sitting down.
I sigh and collapse into my chair. “Please. It’s okay, honestly.”
“Is it? She was awful, Julian. Wouldn’t listen, kept insulting me, had a million reasons why even normal edits weren’t going to be acceptable. It was horrible.”
“I know,” I say softly. “I think… she’s adjusting.”
Avery makes a face. “That’s adjusting? God, I’d hate to see her being a stubborn cow.”
I smile a little bit at that. “Look. She’s coming back tomorrow, okay? And you’re still working with her.”
Avery gapes at me. “After that? No fucking way.”
“Avery. You’re doing it.”
“No. I’m serious.”
“Avery.” I lean toward her. “Suck it up and do it.”
She stares daggers at me. “Fine. I’ll do it, boss.” She stands up. “Anything else?”
I sigh, too tired to explain. If she knew how much I just risked for her, she wouldn’t be so mad.
“That’s all.”
She whirls and leaves my office, letting the door close behind her.
I stare up at the ceiling.
Fucking hell. I didn’t think publishing would be this stressful. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but this?
God damn. I know it’s my own fault, getting involved with Avery.
At least she’s worth it.
9
Avery
I’m so annoyed with Julian that I can’t bring myself to talk to him for most of the next day.
I know I’m probably overreacting. After all, I’m his employee and I’m supposed to do whatever he tells me to do. I’m also his personal assistant, although he’s not really treating me like one. Honestly, he’s been treating me really well.