My brat tested me until I left work to handle her

I answered the fourth or fifth time she called in a row.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m bored and hungry,” she said, with enough attitude to sink a boat.

“We’ve talked about this. I told you work was going to be crazy today. If I can possibly answer the phone, I will in the first call or call you back as soon as I can. If you call more than twice, it had better be an emergency.”

“But I ...”

“Didn’t we talk about it?”

“Yes,” she said petulantly.

“Yes, what?” I asked, my voice stern and demanding.

“Yes sirrrr,” she drawled.

I softened my tone. “Babe, I want to talk to you. I do. But I’ve got to get this stuff done today. People are waiting on me.”

“But can’t you just talk to me for a little while, while you work?”

“No, babe. You know you’re distracting as hell. And the longer it takes me to get this done, the longer I have to stay here, which means the longer till I get to come home to you.”

“Fine,” she said, and I heard the click of the phone disconnect.

I felt my blood pressure rising. I called her back immediately, but she didn’t answer. I texted her, my fingers punching the phone harshly, “Did you just hang up on me?!?” I waited a couple of minutes, but when she didn’t respond, I sent a second text, “ANSWER ME.”

A minute later, she texted me back, “I’m going to the store,” followed by a second text. This one was a picture of her. She was wearing a tight, white tank top short enough to see just a little skin beneath the hem and thin enough to show a hint of the black bra beneath. She had on a short, plaid skirt that barely covered her ass and fishnet stockings that came to mid-thigh. She had pulled her hair into two braided ponytails and wore the necklace I’d given her around her neck, the pendant resting between the curves of her breasts.

Immediately, I texted her back, “The fuck you are.”

“Yes, I am,” she replied.

“Not like that, you aren’t! You are not leaving the house like that! I’m the only one that gets to see you like that.”

“I’m so boooreeed,” she texted back, and I could almost hear the whine in her voice.

“Stay there. I’ll be home in 15 minutes.” I replied furiously.

I didn’t even bother shutting down my computer or closing up the office. I just left everything how it was and stormed toward the parking lot. Thirteen minutes later, I opened our front door and saw her standing in the hallway. She had this smug, self-satisfied smile on her face.

I stalked toward her, slamming the door behind me. I grasped her by the neck roughly, not choking the air out of her but cutting off the blood flowing through the arteries there. She made this little gasping sigh of excitement, and I saw the tension leave her body.

“You know better than to let people see you like this, don’t you? You are mine and mine alone.”

The corners of her mouth twitched into a little smile, and she nodded slowly. I pushed her up against the wall and leaned in to kiss her. She returned my kiss, her mouth hot, her kiss drawing me in.

She wrapped her arms around my head, pulling me into her. I eased my grip from her throat and slid my hand around the back of her head. My other hand ran up the back of her leg, up her skirt, and grasped the smooth skin of her ass. I growled into her mouth, realizing she wasn’t wearing panties. She knew how that drove me crazy. She knew what she was doing.

I pulled her leg up, and she wrapped it around me. I felt myself growing almost painfully hard against my pants as I ground myself into her. I jerked her head back by her hair and clamped my mouth on her neck, biting hard enough to make her gasp. I ran my hands up her sides, lifting her shirt up and over her breasts.

I pulled back far enough to lift her shirt over her head. I can’t even explain the excitement I feel every time she raises her arms to make it easier for me to take her shirt off.

I kissed her furiously while I tried to unclasp her bra. I was so excited, in such a rush to have less clothing between us, that my fingers kept fumbling at the clasp. Impatient, I spun her around, her chest against the wall, and finally undid the clasp. The bra slipped to the floor as my arms wrapped around her. I grabbed her tits, massaging them roughly - needing to feel her and wanting to make her feel the frustration she caused me.

“Who does this body belong to?” I growled into her ear.

She rocked her hips back, grinding her ass against me, and said, “You, sir.”

“God damn right it does.”

I slid a hand down her waist, lifting her skirt, sliding down between her legs. She was already so wet. I could feel her dripping down her legs. My fingers played with her clit, and she let out a little purr.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

She just grunted a response. I slid a couple of fingers inside her, my other hand again rising to grab her throat. “Say it!” I demanded.

“Yes, sir,” she gasped.

I slammed my fingers in her roughly, finger fucking her soppy little cunt for all it was worth. “Say it!” I demanded again.

“I’m a needy little thing, sir.”

I spun her around again and dropped my head to her tits. I took the first one, then the other into my mouth. Sucking. Licking. Biting.

She started unbuttoning my shirt, but must have felt the same frustration I felt with her bra. Buttons went flying when she ripped my shirt open and pulled it off my shoulders.

I leaned my head against hers and looked her square in the eyes. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you, sir. I need to feel you inside me,” she purred. She started fumbling at my belt as I kicked my socks and shoes off. She knelt, pulling my pants and boxers off in the same motion. I stepped out of my clothes as she took my cock in her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around the head of my dick, then started bobbing her head up and down on me.

“Fuck. That’s a good girl,” I moaned.

I felt my dick hit the back of her throat. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down further until she’d taken all of me. I held her there for several moments, and when I pulled out, she gasped for air.

“Up,” I commanded.

She stood, wrapped her arms around my neck, and one leg around my waist. She rolled her hips forward, rubbing herself against my cock.

“Ask me,” I instructed.

“Please.”

“Again,” I said as I pulled my lower body away from her.

“Please, sir,” she whined.

“Please, what?”

A mischievous little smile tugged at her lips. “Fuck me. Please fuck me, sir. Fuck me now. Please, sir, I need it.”

I lowered my hips and pushed myself inside of her. She gasped as I entered her. She pulled me tight against her with her leg wrapped around me. Our skin met, and we stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feel of each other.

Simultaneously, we started grinding our hips together, our bodies sliding over each other. Her hands slid to my back, her nails digging into my skin.

I planted my hands on the wall on either side of her and increased my pace, thrusting myself inside her.

“Fuck me, sir,” she whispered into my ear. “I need this. I need you to fuck me hard.”

“God damn, you feel so good,” I growled.

I reached down and lifted her other leg so both were wrapped around me. I pinned her against the wall and held her up by her thighs. I thrust myself inside her. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

“Oh god,” she cried. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Her body tensed, and she pulled me tight against her, our bodies almost becoming one as she let out a loud, exalted moan. An instant later, I exploded inside her, releasing all my desire and frustration and need into her.

A few minutes later, we were curled up on the couch, her back to me. Our breaths still deep and heavy, our skin glistening with sweat.

“Thank you, sir,” she purred softly.

I pulled a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek softly.

“But don’t you have to get back to work?” she asked, irony dripping from every syllable. “You have all those people waiting on you, after all.”

Her ass gave a little shake, rubbing up against me pleasantly. I felt myself getting hard again.

“They can wait,” I said.