My Father's Boss (The Family Affairs)

My eyes fixated on her racing pulse at her neck, then slowly drew down to the quivering skin of her cleavage. I wanted to rip the fabric away. It hit me right then that I’d already have to send out for new clothes for her. So why was I holding back?

Fisting the material of her blouse on both sides, I tore them away from each other, sending buttons flying. Isabella’s tits were nearly spilling out of her nude lace bra.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned. “These are even more perfect than I imagined.” She moaned and arched her back when I palmed the ripe globes, marveling at their weight and how they barely fit in my big hands. “You’re my every fantasy come to life.”

I raised my head and gave her a hard, deep kiss before I gently pushed her shoulders, encouraging her to lean back onto her elbows. Then I dragged down the cups of her bra and took one rosy nipple into my mouth. Isabella gasped, and she tried to clamp her knees shut.

My tongue circled the bud a few times before I sucked hard and let it go with a pop. “I think these are my new favorite candy,” I grunted, smiling when she giggled. “I have a feeling I’m going to be a little jealous when I have to share your tits with our babies.” Isabella gasped, and her body flushed. “Does that turn you on, sweet girl?” I asked with a chuckle, kissing down the valley between her breasts. “Thinking about giving me babies, about my mouth sucking on those sweet nipples while they drip with milk?” She moaned in lieu of answering, and I grinned before giving her opposite peak the same treatment.

Isabella’s hands dived into my hair when I stopped, trying to drag me back, but I grasped her wrists and brought them down to her sides.

“I promise I’ll take care of you, Isabella,” I vowed. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded immediately, and I brought her hands up one at a time to kiss each palm to show how much I appreciated her faith.

“Keep them here,” I told her with a hard look as I set her hands beside her.

No words left her mouth, but I saw her acceptance in her eyes. While I’d been loving on her tits, she’d wrapped her legs around my waist. I gently removed them and guided her legs up and back so her knees were bent, and her feet were flat on the desk on both sides of her.

I was mesmerized by the beauty between her legs and licked my lips in anticipation when I saw the dark wet spot on her thong. Almost reverently, I slipped my fingers beneath the strings and drew the scrap of underwear down her legs.

Her pussy was bare, and I nearly spilled my seed the second I saw her pink, glistening and swollen lips. “Fuck, Isabella. This pussy…just…fuck.” I had no words for her beauty, especially with the gnawing hunger eating away at me.

I needed to taste her more than I ended my next breath, then I’d fill that teenage pussy with my big cock and drive her wild until she was screaming my name.

But I also wanted to know… “Am I the first one to see this beautiful pussy, Isabella? To taste it? Touch it? To put their fingers, tongue, or cock inside it?”

She blushed hard and bit her lip, then whispered, “Yes.”

Satisfaction roared through me. I would have wanted her no matter what, but the Neanderthal inside me was ecstatic that no one else had ever been there. I would be her first and last, her only.

“That’s a precious gift, sweet girl,” I said softly. “Thank you.”

Her brown pools glowed with happiness, and a beautiful smile crossed her face.

Taking her wrists again, I looked her in the eye and ordered, “No moving unless I tell you.”

She licked her lips and nodded but still answered. “Yes.”

I guided her hands to her center. “Hold them open for me, sweet girl. Show me what’s mine.”

Isabella’s fingers shook a little as she spread her pussy lips open, revealing her drenched sex and hard little clit begging for attention. I glanced up to make sure the trembling wasn’t from fear and was relieved to see her watching me with a mixture of curiosity and desperation.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need…”

“I know what you need, Isabella,” I grunted. Dropping to my knees, I pushed her legs open just a little wider and inhaled deeply. If she tasted half as good as she smelled, I didn’t know how I’d ever eat anything but her pussy for the rest of my life.

With the first lick, Isabella cried out, and an orgasm rushed through her body. I shoved my tongue in her channel to feel the walls pulsing and rippling with her climax. It was so fucking hot.

After a few minutes, she floated back to earth, and something urged me to raise my gaze to her face. I frowned at her worried expression. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“Um, was…did I do that wrong? Too fast?”

“Isabella, baby,” I said in a soothing tone. “It was your first time. There’s no right or wrong as long as you felt good.”

“It was amazing,” she sighed.

I grinned. “Better prepare yourself, sweet girl.” I flicked her clit and gave her a wicked smile when she gasped, and her hips bucked. “Eventually, I’ll teach you how to hold off your orgasm,” I told her as I quickly unbuckled my belt.