Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 41137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
I groan, rolling my hips, wiggling my ass back toward him.
He grunts and presses his cock against me. I feel him slowly sink inside, causing my back to arch as pleasure floods me.
He presses me tighter against the wall and starts to fuck me deep. I groan, taking his cock inside.
I buck my hips, sliding back along him, taking him deep. I need it more and more, moans escaping my lips louder than I want, but I can’t control myself.
I think he knows it and wants me to lose myself. There’s nothing slow or tender about this moment. There’s nothing gentle or kind.
He’s fucking my pussy rough and from behind.
I take him deep and buck back, working my hips, using my ass. He groans, spanks me, grabs my hair, thrusts harder. We’re half dressed, out in the open. It’s the most exposed we’ve ever been.
And it’s so exciting.
He thrusts harder, working up into my pussy, fucking me rough. I push back against him, ass sliding along his length, moans escaping my lips.
He puts one hand over my mouth. “Not too loud, Clara,” he whispers. “Unless you want to get caught? Would that make you come hard, having someone walk in on us?”
I groan into his palm. “No,” I say, muffled by his hand. “Fuck me.”
He smirks, kisses me, fucks me harder. He keeps his hand over my mouth as he fills my pussy rough and deep, harder and harder, our bodies slamming against each other.
It’s rough, almost violent. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.
This is fucking. There’s no other way to put it. We’re fucking in a frenzy, fucking fast, not waiting, not making it last forever.
He wants to make me come. I want to feel him fill me.
I work faster, harder. He slaps my ass with his free hand, pulls my hair, fucks me deep. I gasp and I can feel it, building up inside of me.
“That’s right, you filthy girl,” he whispers. “Come right here in this lab where you work all morning long. You can look at this spot and think about how your Daddy fucked your tight pussy.”
I gasp and he fucks me harder. I grip the wall hard, my fingers turning white, my body tense.
I come hard, releasing all in one swift motion. It rips through me, rolling like a wave, driving me absolutely wild with pleasure. He keeps his hand over my mouth, fucking me faster, going and going, pushing and thrusting.
I can feel him stiffen moments later. I feel him come inside my pussy, filling me, spurting deep inside.
“Shit,” he groans, whispering in my ear. “Fuck, Clara. You feel so fucking good.”
I kiss him over my shoulder and he releases me, sliding out from inside of me. I hesitate a second, not sure what to do with myself.
“Dress,” he says simply. “Go to class.”
“But, you’ll… you know, your stuff will…”
He smirks. “Good. Let it wreck your panties. I want you to think about me in class.”
He dresses, straightens himself up, and grabs his things from the desk. I lean up against the wall, panting and flushed.
He gives me one last look. “Good work today,” he says.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
He grins and leaves the room.
I’m left trembling against the wall, a huge smile on my lips.
16
Jason
I hold off on telling Howard about what Clara discovered for a single day. I ask her to keep it to herself as well, and she agrees.
I use that time to try and salvage what we did. I don’t want to disappoint them, but in the end, there’s nothing else to do.
We have to scrap it all. We might be able to use snippets of code here and there, but mostly, we’re starting over.
It’s frustrating. I played it cool around Clara, but inside I’m pissed as hell.
I’m pissed at myself.
I should’ve seen this coming. I should’ve seen how the extra code would cause the system to hang up. It’s doing twice the work in the name of efficiency, which is the last efficient thing imaginable.
I should’ve seen it, but Howard was convincing.
No, I can’t blame him. At the end of the day, I’m the one with experience, I’m the one who knows better. It’s my fault, nobody else’s.
I’m just dreading telling the poor guy.
The next morning, the interns gather. As they sit down and get ready to work, I clear my throat.
“I need to talk to you all before we get started,” I say.
All their eyes are on me. All of them, except for Clara.
She knows what’s coming. She leans away from Howard, almost like she’s afraid of him.
I bet she is. I don’t fucking blame her.
I’ve done things like this before in business. I’ve had to fire people, tell them their work sucks, anything imaginable, I’ve done it. I never enjoy this sort of conversation and it’s always uncomfortable, no matter how you go about it.