Daddy's Boss

She was bent over a chair as one man knelt in front of her, his hand wrapped in her hair, holding her head steady as he fucked her mouth. The other man pounded her pussy. An answering quake filled Lori.

“Is there a restroom?” Lori asked.

The heat was getting to her, and she needed to cool down.

Dawg led her to a private bathroom. Placing her drink down on the counter by the sink, she stared at her reflection. The bathroom was completely empty. Turning on the tap, she wet her hands, dabbing her cheeks and chest, hoping to rid some of the heat from her body.

To her own eyes, she looked half-crazed with need, and she didn’t want that.

“I’m fine. Perfectly fine.”

“Why do you keep telling yourself that?” Dawg asked, making her gasp.

She turned to see him leaning against the counter. She’d closed her eyes for only a second, and already he was there.

“This is a women’s bathroom,” she said.

“Actually, it’s just a bathroom, Lori. Anyone can come in here. Female or male.”

She stared down the length of his body and bit her lip. He was a man with hard muscles, and she knew his cock was huge.

She didn’t want to be thinking about his cock. He stepped toward her, and she turned so that her ass rested against the sink. “What’s wrong, Lori?”

He’d said her name twice now, and it wasn’t helping her at all.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked.

“I happen to really like this club. No other reason.”

She stared at him, and couldn’t detect any lie. Rubbing at her temple, she glanced past his shoulder.

“What’s the matter, Lori?” he asked.

“Why do you keep saying my name?”

“Because I like it. I like it when you say mine.” He stepped closer, trapping her against the sink and his hard body. The heat coming from him was too much. Her hands landed on his shoulders, and she had every intention of pushing him away. The moment she touched him, however, all of her plans went out of the window.

Gripping his arms, she stared at his lips.

They looked so hard and firm. She’d felt them against her skin in the little pecks that he gave her.

Would it really hurt to have a taste?

Her pussy was on fire, her nipples tight. She wanted to fuck him, no doubt about that.

Then why deny herself the pleasure?

He’s a killer.

So are you.

At that simple reminder, she went onto her tiptoes at the same time, running her hands to the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss her. She whimpered the moment his hands touched her, and she wanted more. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a second.

They landed on her back, pulling her against him before gripping her ass tightly as he dragged her close.

She tightened her hold on his hair at the base of his neck, whimpering as his own touch did the same. There would no doubt be bruises from him, and she didn’t care. Instead, she basked in everything he did to her.

He lifted her up and placed her on the counter between the two sinks, his hands moving from her ass up to her dress straps.

Dawg took the straps and eased them down her shoulders, exposing her tits to his view. “They are so fucking perfect.” He cupped them in his palm, his tongue peeking out to flick each tip in turn. She whimpered as the pleasure went straight to her pussy. With him standing between her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close, not caring that they were in a bathroom.

His touch made her melt, and finally provided her the relief she’d been hoping to get in the past two months. No, not the past two months, for a long time before that. Every time Dawg had stared at her in the past, he had this look that always made her think of hot, dirty, sweaty sex.

She’d known it would be explosive between them.

Thinking it was one thing, feeling it was quite another.

She didn’t want him to stop, and she feared that she’d never want him to.

Chapter Six

Lori was like fire in his arms, and Dawg fucking loved it. The instant they walked through the doors, his cock had been so hard that it had been painful to keep on taking the next step, and yet he kept on doing it. He loved sex. He loved fucking. To him, it was an art form, and he loved to watch other people fuck.

He’d taken a chance tonight with Lori.

She was a sensual woman, and she loved to fuck. He knew that about her. He didn’t care that she’d been with other men.

The last thing he wanted was a simpering virgin in his bed. Running his hands down her body, cupping her tits, he pressed them together. She had large nipples, and since the night she got naked in the bathroom, he’d wanted to touch her. Each night it had been a challenge, but it was one he’d been more than willing to accept.