Daddy's Boss (3 page)

“Do you have anything, Liv? Should I put on
the condom now or just before I cum?” He didn’t wait for an answer
but circled his finger deep inside her only once until he found her
g-spot with remarkable skill. She let out an airy, high-pitched
whine when he found it, and instantly he began to massage her
there. She hated the reminder of rumors that circulated about him
being a ladies’ man, but his caressing was too delicious to make
her think twice. Even if he was simply into her for a single romp
in a bathroom, she’d cave to him.

“I have nothing—you?”

“Nothing.”

He parted his lips and brushed them across
her mouth. His warm breath felt as erotic as his kiss; the fact
that he wasn’t showering her with many and pleasuring her in a
lengthy lick around her tongue, made her crave him to do so all the
more. He pulled his lips back, and she followed him in desperation.
He wasn’t even going to kiss her after all, and that frustrated
her. He playfully smiled, and once again teased her by backing off
when she tried for a second time to lean in for his lips. He was
too good at foreplay, including devouring her, and she was aching
for another passionate roll of his tongue.

“Please,” she begged.

“Do you like this?” he asked, ignoring her
plea. He increased the pressure against her inner wall. He didn’t
need to ask. She was gripping the door handle from visible and
intense thrill. With each swirl of his finger, the door would move
with her body and kept thumping against the jamb. The sound,
similar to a bed knocking against the wall, gave added pleasure to
both of them. She knew he liked it, because he purposefully made
sure to sway her enough that she could hardly stand, let alone
release the door.

“Enough that I’d beg if you stopped,” she
admitted.

“I like begging, Liv, and I like a girl
who’s vocal during vigorous sex—begging for more does it for
me.”

No one had ever said anything like that to
her before. All her past lovers had enjoyed soft moans near their
ear and little more, or it would overexcite them. His confession
was so erotic and the idea so thrilling that she felt her walls
clamp down around his finger. He exhaled a husky, sharp breath,
obviously noticing her clench his finger, and he liked it. He
pressed harder against her g-spot, and she wished more than
anything that he’d either kiss her or begin to fuck her like he’d
implied.

When he let go of her leg and took his girth
in hand to rub it along her clit, she was taken with relief that he
was about to satisfy her. She swayed her hips into his finger as he
rolled her body by stroking her wet walls with his other hand. The
louder she became, the more vigorous he became until the door was
knocking and echoing. Still, she moaned, and with her neck exposed,
he leaned down and began to nuzzle her throat with the same
mind-blowing skill as his kiss.

“Yes, Douglas,” she breathed out softly. She
was going to enjoy their sex
very much
.

With her eyes closed, he surprisingly slid
his dick toward her opening. She trembled and whimpered when he
pressed his hot head to her core. She needed him in her. She was
growing desperate and baffled, not knowing where all her pent-up
lust came from. She guessed she wanted Douglas a lot more than
she’d ever permitted herself to admit.

She pushed against the door and gasped when
he allowed her to slip the first inch of his thick head inside.
“Shit, Douglas…” She whimpered. He was so thick he made her feel
tight.

He bit her neck, obviously enjoying
penetration as much as her. He leaned in toward her, pushing his
dick deeper alongside his finger, and as if using his digit like a
gauge, she felt his head replace the massaging. Then he pulled his
finger out and began to stroke her sweet spot with small taps. He
was so thick, she didn’t need much. His girth felt like it
stretched her as if she were a virgin. She was panting from what
little he did. He wasn’t even far in either, but the caressing was
incredible, and she couldn’t believe he was skilled enough to fuck
her g-spot. Maybe older men knew things she didn’t. But he held his
length a good three inches inside of her and rubbed while she
moaned. With only a few slow pumps, she was consumed with pleasure
that she couldn’t rein.

“That’s perfect.” Her body was tense as she
tried to hold still to soak in the rapture of every stroke of his
cock and lick along her neck. Even her cave was tight, hugging
snuggly around his considerable girth while he drew out his length
and then buried into her again with a loud groan he didn’t try to
hold back.

Then he did something strange that she
didn’t know if she found it arousing or too kinky. But he took the
finger that was inside her and crossed it over her nipple before
leaving her neck and finding her nub. He sampled her with a single
lick. He flicked her nipple with enough pressure that she jolted
when it sprung free from his tongue. The wet, cool air hardened her
nipple until it was so erect it stung.

Her body was responding to his touch with
intensity she’d never experienced before. Never had she been so
captivated by a kiss, desperate for penetration, in bliss over such
little stroking or aroused by gentle licks. She was loud and
arching her ass forward, away from the door, when suddenly he
filled her with the remaining inches of his dick and knocked her
back. They both looked at each other when his head tapped her
cervix with vigor.

“That’s exactly what I want. I like it just
like that.”

Her words made him smile, and immediately he
gave it his all. She trembled when he slammed into her twice then
allowed her a moment to prepare for what was inevitably ahead. As
she quivered with his end firmly against her depth, he said, “You
taste good, Liv. Some girls I refuse to go down on, but you taste
sweet.”

She didn’t want to hear about other girls
with his dick deep inside her. She gripped the nape of his neck
with her free hand and pulled him closer. “Fuck me, Douglas. I
really need this.”

He jolted, and she even felt his cock twitch
inside her. He liked her saying the word
fuck
, and as if
rewarding her, he drew back and shot forward. The door slammed the
same time he rammed into her. She screamed but held him close by
his neck so he’d do it again. He shoved in hard, again and again,
as she grew louder by his ear. He was so long and easily rapped
against her cervix, and she melted by the fifth powerful strike.
She could hardly stand, using him as a crutch as she soaked in his
powerful punches. He held her up by one leg and drove into her with
greedy lust.

“FUCK ME, DOUGLAS!”

He squeezed her ass and hip when the same
word excited him once again. He pounded harder until the door was
slamming shut and reverberating in the bathroom. Finally he gripped
her hand that held onto the door and he forced her to hug his neck.
She knew where he would soon position her and let him bounce her up
with a hard knock until he was able to hold both her legs as she
straddled his waist. He didn’t even miss a beat before pinning her
to the door and banging her up against it.

“SO FUCKING GOOD!” She pulled him by the
neck and even his hair, lowering his forehead closer to his. She
rode his dick while he pumped into her with remarkable speed. She
began calling out his name, wildly turned on by the fact that her
father’s superior was inside her and touching her in ways she knew
they shouldn’t. She liked to be daring once in a while.

Her legs were wide open, taking every inch
of his lengthy, ramming cock. He was penetrating her deeper than
ever, and without meaning to she dug her nails into his back. He
rapidly hammered into her with such delicious strength that she
wondered how she’d ever settle for mediocre sex again or a smaller
dick.

“Fuck, Liv, you feel so good.” His words
were harsh and husky. Then with masculine sex appeal, he breathed
in between clinched teeth, sounding like a man in heat—nothing made
Olivia more aroused than a man’s sexual groans.

He looked down between them and watched as
his dick disappeared inside of her before extending with a newly
slicked sheen around his pink shaft. She was fascinated by the fact
that they’d let their flirting come to this, watching their sex
together. His head began to peek out of her when he took longer
strokes to add more thrust and even tug at her opening with the
ridge of his head. She could feel the pulling and see her walls
hugging him.

She loved watching him fuck her and even
giggled between a scream when he drilled her with increased power.
“DON’T STOP! PLEASE! FUCK ME, DOUGLAS!” The door was whacking into
the jam, despite her releasing it. Olivia was sure if anyone
wandered down the wing, they would be overhead, but she couldn’t
find the strength or desire to be any quieter. His pumping cock
made her wild with lust, and the sight of it slamming into her
heightened her need. “YES, GIVE IT TO ME!”

Unfortunately, Douglas cared about the
racket from the door, because a second later, he turned her toward
the marble and carried her over to the countertop. Already she
missed the feel of his pounding dick, and she clung onto him,
begging him to hurry. He set her on cold stone, and she jumped
while arching away from it when he set her on the edge.

“This is really cold,” she complained.

He stepped to the right, removing a hand
towel before looking back at her. From the small distance, he took
in the sight of her entire body as she pushed herself up off the
stone while in an awkward position with one high heel and her palms
on the cold surface. “You’re sexy, Liv,” he said, sounding as if he
truly meant it, though Olivia couldn’t imagine her body posture
could spark any interest. Despite this, his dick twitched, and the
sight of him wagging looked like he was thrusting into her with his
remarkable size. Sure enough, he’d doubled in length, but it was
his girth that was most impressive.

Her open legs seemed to call him to her. He
slid the towel under her at the same time his cock returned to her
depth. The penetration of a noticeably thick dick filling her made
her realize exactly how much she’d miss such a large shaft inside
her. If only a few seconds’ absence sparked anew desire, the loss
of his sex would be hard to get over. As he spread her open with
each inch, he was wide enough that her tight walls felt like they
were having the pleasure of him loosening her again. She was
addicted to his ability to make her feel taut and reach her depth.
Olivia didn’t know how she’d ever get used to a smaller man when
Douglas didn’t want her anymore.

“Fuck, this is nice, Liv.” He breathed out
and spread her vertical lips while he watched himself sink deeper
and deeper inside. “You’re pussy is tight, and I forgot how good it
could feel.”

She moaned, loving him use the word
pussy
. They were a perfect pair if exchanging erotic words
could arouse them so thoroughly. He smiled, apparently noticing
their similar yet simple pleasures. When his cock tapped against
the deepest part of her, he instantly began to take her with vigor
and speed. With her pussy lips drawn to the sides, he rammed into
her with enough strength she was knocked backward, despite her
shoulders being pinned to the mirror as she reclined. He was rough
and took her with greedy punches as if he was getting something
he’d needed for a long time. He thrust so hard that their skin
slapped together and stung, but she clung onto her knees, tugged
them out to the sides and let him demand more.

He slammed in deep, and she screamed when he
pounded into her. “FUCK YES, DOUGLAS! FUCK MY PUSSY!”

His gaze snapped from her spread lower lips
to her mouth. It was as if he’d been waiting for her to repeat him,
because suddenly he lowered his body over her, fucked hard and deep
and said, “Take my cock, Liv! Give me your tight little pussy!” He
slapped his hand onto her tit. The unexpected sting surprised her.
She cried out, loving the aching tingling of it and the surprise of
his dominance. Then he pinched her sensitive nipple with increasing
strength as he obviously measured her threshold for how much she
could take. He crashed his head into her, making her tremble with
each powerful blow.

“YES, GRAB MY TITS AND SQUEEZE THEM TIGHT!”
She begged much louder then she’d meant, but she loved the pleasure
of his fucking and his ability to sweep her away with ecstasy. Even
more, she loved the power in his push; it was manly. He seized both
her tits, and as he pumped, her chest shook in his hands. “YES! MY
PUSSY FEELS SO GOOD!”

He grunted, pinched both her nipples between
his thumbs and index fingers and clamped down until she could feel
the effects between her legs. “I love your body, Liv.”

She couldn’t believe she felt the oncoming
rush of an orgasm creeping in, but everything he was doing to her
aroused her to unbelievably new heights.

She gripped his arms, forcing him to keep
hammering into her as she screamed, “I’M GOING TO CUM,
DOUGLAS!”

“No, not yet!” he said in refusal.

“I CAN’T HELP IT! I’M GOING TO CREAM!” She
sunk her nails into his arms when a climax suddenly tore through
her.

Douglas shoved in deep and worked with
greater effort to make sure the peak lasted with mind-blowing
thrill.

She screamed and trembled uncontrollably as
he fucked her hard. She lacked any strength but did her best to
keep her legs wide as he worked her pussy with rapid speed. “I’M
CREAMING! FUCK ME, DOUGLAS!” She kept calling his name until her
body slackened.

As she began to relax into the cool stone,
she watched Douglas, mesmerized. He kept his powerful strokes
ramming in her depth. She’d never climaxed without help from
stroking her clit. She didn’t even think she was one of the lucky
women who could orgasm with sex alone. He was remarkable in the
sack, or on a bathroom counter, and she had no doubt he knew that
because he had a faint, knowing smile that she couldn’t hold back
her orgasm.