12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Marketa

I was fuming!

I peeked out the door, watching my dad walk into the locker room to talk to the guys after that horrible loss.

When he set up his office, he had a TV installed that was hooked up to the court, so I watched the game in real time.

And I was well aware that there were sixteen guys on the team, five on the court at all times, and that Shawn was just one of many. But he was a vital part of the team and for my dad to bench him the whole game was stupid. Just for us talking.

That was my dad though. And sadly, the whole off-limits speech wasn't the first time I heard it. If he didn’t get his way, he threw a hissy fit, and that’s what this was. This was him saying he was the big man, and he had to be listened to.

What I would give, sometimes, to knock him down a peg or two. I slowly smirked as I glanced around the room. I loved tainting the court. But tainting his office?

Fucking epic!

I waited, watching everyone leave for the night, my dad included. So, I knew when Shawn passed, he was the last one.

As soon as he got to the door, I grabbed his arm and yanked him, causing him to almost trip.

“What gives, Shorty?”

“Just wanted a moment alone.”

“In your dads office?”

“Yup.” With that, I shoved him against the door and kissed him deeply. Slow was great, and there was still room to learn and grow, but hell if I didn’t want this man.

And again, tainting another area, having another way I could stick it to that man, wonderful.

He groaned, his hands digging into my hips as I flicked my tongue against his, my body molding with his. Shit, just a kiss and my poor mind was already losing all functioning capabilities.

He flipped us around, breaking the kiss to stare into my eyes. My chest heaved, not just from the pleasure running through my veins, but from all the emotions I saw swirling in his eyes, emotions that hadn’t been whispered, or named yet. Emotions I was starting to wonder if I was feeling back. Emotions that I was worried about might be a little too fast.

His hands captured my wrists and pushed them above my head as his nose ran along my neck and stopped by my ear.

“Who do you belong to, Marketa?”

I glanced up at the hand that was holding my wrists, knowing that it should have given me pause, just like the look in his eyes, but it didn’t. And because I loved to have the sass, I only grinned.

“I belong to no one, Shawn.” That went for my father as well.

“Wrong. You belong to me. You’re mine. Always,” he growled before his lips crushed mine again, forcing my body to be flushed with the door and feeling him press against me.

He lifted me up and walked over to the desk, plopping me right down on my dad’s papers, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“I can’t wait to taste you.”

With that, he quickly removed my shorts and panties, groaning at the wetness that was already gathering there.

Okay, being claimed and growled out did numbers to my body.

However, he didn’t give me time to think as he pushed my legs wider, his tongue quickly sliding over my pussy before flicking against my clit.

“Oh shit,” I whimpered, glancing down at the head between my thighs. Fuck, what a glorious sight.

I dug my fingers into his hair, pushing him further against me, as if I even needed to. His hands wrapped around my legs, holding me abnormally wide as his tongue flicked faster against my pleasure point before stopping and diving into my center, making me dizzy with desire.

“Shawn,” I whimpered, locking eyes with him as his tongue roamed all over me while his thumb pushed against my clit.

He moaned and I felt that roll through me, taking me over the edge in a blinding orgasm, one I hadn’t felt before.

“Damn Shorty, talk about a feast, I could eat your sweet cunt and never tire of it.”

I shivered, wanting to lower my jelly filled legs, but instead, he pulled me up, grabbed my top, tossing that and my bra over his shoulder before twisting me around, pushing me forward on my dad’s desk.

“What?” I muttered, a little too dazed with pleasure to process anything.

“I’m going to fuck you like you asked me.”

I glanced over my shoulder as he lost his own clothing. My mouth watered as his hand fisted his cock and he pumped once, then once more.

“Like that, Shorty?”

“Get the fuck inside me, Superstar.”

“Don’t boss me around,” he ordered, slapping my ass.

I moaned, moving up to my tiptoes at the exquisite pleasure that was. That was a first for me.

“Someone liked that,” he whispered, doing it again. His hand rubbed the spot before he reached below me, his fingers running over my dripping pussy. “See how wet you are?” he asked, holding his soaked fingers in front of me. I looked at them before sucking them clean. “Holy shit,” he cried, losing his patience just as fast as I had and slammed into me.

I held onto the edge of the desk, crying out at the intrusion, but not wanting it to end or push it away.

This was perfect, just fucking perfect. And him slamming into me repeatedly as we fucked on the very desk my dad would sit at tomorrow was the icing on the cake. Okay, no, it was just part of the cake.

Feeling Shawn balls deep in me, nothing between us, that was the icing on the cake.

This man was utterly delicious, and he screwed me like a dream.

I reached behind me, holding onto his ass and pushing him in harder. I was so close, and I needed him to take me there. To take us both over.

“Shawn, ugh, fuck, so..close.”

“I am too, baby.” He slid his hand up my back and wrapped his hand in my hair, tugging it back. I moaned at the pain that ripped through my scalp and realized that when he gave me pain, it was such pleasure.

“Yes, hurt me, mark me, show me I’m yours.”

I wasn’t aware that I wanted to be owned by a man, but I did. What he said not too long ago was true. I wanted to be his, I wanted the world to know it too. And I was over my dad dictating that.

“You are mine. Fuck Marketa, I wasn’t a possessive man, but you walked into my life and I’m sure as hell not letting anyone touch my woman. You’re fucking cunt is mine, that baby is mine, you’re mine.”

The sentiment behind those words pushed me over and I screamed his name, coming so hard on his dick.

He tugged my hair as I felt him come right after me. He slumped on my back as his thrusting eased and I rested my head on the cold wood, feeling more at ease.

Shawn was going to walk through hell with me, I knew it. He was already showing it. He wasn’t backing away just because my dad was being a dick.

It was time to have a long talk with the only parent I had left.