DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION

Zara's POV "Close the door, Sia." Leon's voice was low, rough, the kind of tone that made her stomach flip and her p***y clench at the same time. "Lock it. Then get on your knees and crawl to me like the bad little girl you are." She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. God, she'd been dying for this. All day she'd pushed him — texting him filthy little teases during his lecture, wearing the shortest skirt she owned just to watch his jaw tighten. Now she was going to pay, and the thought made her thighs slick. Heart hammering, she turned and clicked the lock. The soft sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet office. When she faced him again, she kept her eyes locked on his, never breaking contact as she sank down. Her knees hit the cool hardwood. The movement made her heavy breasts sway inside the half-open white shirt, n*****s already tight and aching against the black lace bra. She placed her palms flat on the floor and started to crawl. Slow. Deliberate. Hips rolling with every inch forward, her short pleated skirt riding up to bare the soft, thick curves of her ass. She could feel his stare burning into her — watching the way her full t**s hung heavy, the way her thighs rubbed together, already glistening. Behind the desk she saw him shift, one big hand dropping to adjust the thick, obvious bulge straining against his black dress pants. The sight made her mouth water. She crawled until she was right between his spread legs. Leon pushed his chair back and stood, towering over her. His fingers caught her chin, tilting her face up. His thumb brushed her lower lip, gentle for half a second before his eyes darkened. "You've been testing me all week, baby," he murmured, voice velvet and steel. "Disobeying. Teasing. Walking around with that pretty little cunt soaked and thinking I wouldn't notice. Now you're going to open that smart mouth and take your punishment." Sia's breath hitched. She nodded, eyes wide and glassy with want. "Open," he ordered. She parted her lips instantly, tongue sliding out flat like a good girl. Leon's smile was slow and dangerous. He unbuckled his belt with a metallic clink, unzipped, and freed his c**k. It sprang out heavy and thick, angry red at the tip, already leaking a shiny bead of precum. The sight made her whimper softly. "Look at you," he growled, wrapping a fist around the base and tapping the swollen head against her waiting tongue. "Mouth open like a greedy little slut. You've been dreaming about this c**k all day, haven't you?" She moaned in answer, trying to lean forward, but he pulled back just enough. "Ah-ah. No rushing." He slapped the heavy length against her cheek with a wet smack, then the other side. "You don't get to taste until I say. You've been a bad girl, Sia. Now I'm going to f**k every bit of that sass right out of this pretty throat." He gripped her hair, not too rough yet, and rubbed the leaking tip over her lips, painting them glossy. "Beg for it." "Please, sir," she whispered, voice trembling with need. "Please let me suck your c**k. I'll be good — I swear." His laugh was dark. "Too late for good, baby. You're going to choke on it." Without another warning he thrust forward, sliding deep in one smooth stroke until the fat head bumped the back of her throat. Sia's eyes watered instantly, a wet gag escaping around his thickness, but she didn't pull away. She wanted this — the stretch, the burn, the way he used her. "That's it," he groaned, hips rocking slow and deep. "Take every f*****g inch. Feel how hard you make me? This is what your disobedience does to me." He pulled back just enough for her to gasp a breath, then sank in again, f*****g her mouth with long, deliberate strokes. "Suck harder, princess. Show me how sorry you are." Saliva dripped down her chin, onto her heaving t**s. Her mascara ran in dark streaks as she looked up at him, eyes glassy and adoring. Leon's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm, the wet filthy sounds of her throat filling the office. "You're going to swallow every drop when I'm done with you," he rasped, voice breaking with pleasure. "And then I'm bending you over this desk and spanking that fat ass until it's red and you're crying for my c**k. Understand?" He started f*****g her throat faster now, short, powerful thrusts that made his heavy balls slap wetly against her chin with every plunge. Her muffled whimpers and gags grew louder, more frantic, as he used her harder. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the mess of spit coating her chin and t**s. Her thick thighs pressed together under the short schoolgirl skirt, p***y soaking wet and throbbing with need, but she stayed right there—kneeling, obedient, letting him f**k her face exactly how he wanted. Leon’s breathing grew ragged, his grip in her hair almost painful now as he chased his release. “f**k—gonna c*m, princess. Gonna fill that greedy little throat. Swallow it all like a good girl—every drop, you hear me?” With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt as thick, hot ropes of c*m erupted straight down her throat. Sia’s eyes widened, throat working desperately around him as she swallowed again and again, milking every pulse until he was spent. The taste of him—salty, warm, masculine—flooded her mouth and she took it all, not spilling a single drop. Before she could even catch her breath or process the dizzying high, Leon pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva and c*m still connecting her swollen lips to his c**k. He yanked her up by the hair, rough but careful, spinning her around and shoving her forward over his big wooden desk. Papers scattered everywhere as her heavy t**s pressed flat against the cool surface, n*****s dragging deliciously. He shoved her short pleated skirt up over her wide, plump ass with one rough hand, the fabric bunching around her waist. “f**k, look at this ass,” he growled, voice still hoarse from his orgasm. “So fat and perfect for me.” He hooked his fingers into the soaked crotch of her black panties and yanked them roughly to the side, exposing her dripping, puffy p***y. Without another word, he lined up his still-hard c**k and thrust into her in one powerful, punishing stroke—burying himself balls-deep in her tight, velvety heat. I pressed send. My latest chapter went live at 2:47 in the morning and I watched the view counter climb from my chair in the dark. Bri was asleep across the room. New York was doing its usual thing outside the window. The numbers moved slowly at first and then all at once the way they always did when my readers found a new chapter waiting for them. The comments started coming in before I had even put my laptop down. I am literally shaking. The way Leon looked at her I cannot breathe. Grey baby I am SOAKED. It is almost 3am and I have work in four hours and I do not care even a little bit. I need Leon to ruin my life. I am fully serious. I have never been more serious. The crawling scene. THE CRAWLING SCENE. I screamed into my pillow. Grey writes men like she has personally been destroyed by one and it shows and I am so grateful. The way he said "beg for it" I felt that in places I should not admit to in a public comment section. I smiled at that last one and closed the laptop. 47,000 followers. Every single one of them convinced that Grey Writes was writing from personal experience. That the things I described so specifically — the weight of a man's hand in your hair, the particular mix of shame and want that came from being on your knees for someone who knew exactly what they were doing — came from a life I was actually living. They were wrong. I was a virgin.