Daddy’s Billionaire Boss

“Emily Jameson, my angel, the love of my whole world, will you make our life merger permanent, and be my wife?”

Her eyes were glassy as she nodded frantically, finally managing to squeak, “Yes.”

Those little fingers were shaking, but I managed to slip on the ring. She tilted it around, examining the setting. Looking down, it was a regular large solitaire. But viewed from the side, a dove’s platinum wings reached up to hold the diamond in place. “Oh, wow.”

“I wasn’t going to have your most important piece of jewelry be the only thing that didn’t have an animal on it,” I smiled.

Standing up, I wrapped her in my arms. “I love you so much,” I whispered. “Thank you for being my light.”

“I love you,” she murmured against my chest. “Thank you for being my rock.”

As we swayed gently for a moment, almost dancing, I didn’t even realize at first that she was unfastening my tie, and unbuttoning my shirt.

“My goodness, Miss Jameson,” I said, hearing my voice turn dark. “What do you think you’re doing?” Reaching down to pull off her dress, I threw it over a chair while she giggled. My jacket and tie followed.

“I’m showing my brand new fiancé how much I appreciate him,” she giggled sweetly.

Slipping my hands up Emily’s back, I unfastened her bra, pulling down the lace to wrap my lips around her nipple. She grabbed my arms for support, as I glided my palms around the curves of her hips and ass, pushing her panties down toward the floor.

Emily kicked off her shoes, then the last of her clothing. Picking her up almost roughly, I sat her on the gleaming boardroom table, standing between her legs so that I blocked her body from the window.

“There’s probably no one out there with a telescope,” I said, “but I’m the only man who ever gets to see you like this.”

She laid back against the table, fluffing out her hair. It was getting longer, the waves becoming even sexier.

Leaning down, I finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it off while trailing kisses along her inner thighs. Staring down into her tender pink pussy, I still couldn’t believe how perfect she was. An absolute vision.

As I reached into my pocket for the familiar square of foil, Emily said, “Remember I told you I was starting the pill? It’s been two weeks already.”

“That means it’s safe?”

“Yes.”

Quickly unzipping my pants, I leaned in to lick straight across her already soaking outer lips. Emily’s gasps and squeals filled the boardroom, as my pulse surged. Finally, I’d be able to take my sweet girl properly.

And hopefully within a year, we could trash the pills. Picturing Emily pregnant sent shivers up my spine.

She was already mine. But now she was my fiancé. Soon my wife. Soon the mother to our children. Layers of bonding, of connection.

The thought of it made my cock swell even harder than usual, as I stroked it in my fist, guiding the round head gently through her gathering juices.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, leaning down to kiss along her collarbone.

“Please,” she whispered.

Sliding her a bit closer across the table, I pulled her leg over my shoulder, slowly edging my length inside her tight, wet passage. “Filthy girl, wanting it right here in the office.”

“My bad boy can’t help himself.” Her eyes were already becoming hazy as I pushed deeper.

I was always so careful until her snug body opened for mine, but it was much more difficult to hold myself back this time. Feeling her slippery little pussy directly against my cock was more than I could take.

Emily was already rocking her hips, pulling me further inside, needing me deeper. Scooping my arms under her, I thrust slow and deep, working my thickness inside her until she squealed. Instantly my hips began thrusting, her inner muscles clenched around me so perfectly I couldn’t stop.

“Yes!” she moaned, staring up at me wide-eyed. “Oh my God…more.” Her delicate curves writhing under me as she cried out drove me insane.

“You’re so hot, angel,” I growled, grinding deep as her body clung to mine. “I can’t stop. Feels so good like this.”

“Yes,” she wailed again. “Faster.”