“Shh, we don’t want the maid coming down again, do we?” he whispers into my mouth as we share one another’s air. I shake my head at him. I don’t want his mouth to leave mine.
Fuck the nosy maid. She drives me insane and this is only day one.
I feel him moaning into my mouth, his broad chest pressed against mine, his cock throbbing inside of me. Dean pauses, and it is delirious torture as he leaves it inside me just so I can feel it all.
“I want you to roll over and get on your stomach,” he whispers, his mouth moving to my ear, making the skin on the back of my neck prickle.
I giggle at him as he pulls away, admiring my naked body.
I do as he says, giving my ass a shake for him, knowing that he’s watching it jiggle as I move. He raises a hand and spanks one of my ass cheeks, then the other, just as I was hoping for.
“You naughty little girl,” he growls through his clenched teeth as he pushes me down onto my stomach.
I love how he exerts control over me; he’s rough, dominating, leading my body with his touch. I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to be with a man in the bedroom; it just so happens I finally get to be with my stepfather and boss all in one.
Who would have fucking thought?
I feel his hands spreading my legs again. He slides on top of me, one hand sliding under me to fondle my tits, the other one tracing up between my legs.
The second his fingers hit my clit, my body thrusts towards him. He masterfully massages my cherry. I grind even faster when I feel his cock smacking the back of my pussy.
“I want you to keep grinding that little pussy against my fingers until you can’t stand it anymore. Until you’re coming for me,” he growls against the back of my ear.
I just nod. I can’t utter a word. If I try to speak, I will scream out his name, overwhelmed by his touches. I’ve never been this turned on in my nineteen years of existence.
His cock feels so good inside me, I want him so badly. Over and over... I want to hold him deep inside of me here as we move as one.
We hear the door opening, but he continues slamming into me as it opens. I thrust against him, continuing to grind his fingers against my clit because why care who’s here if this man doesn't?
We hear a gasp, and he stops to turn to find Ms. Clarkson the maid, staring at us. When she realizes that she’s been caught watching, she hurries back up the stairs, slamming the door behind her, this time leaving us to continue pleasing each other.
He turns back and slams back into me even harder than before, causing me to cum all over him not a minute later. I feel his dick growing even firmer as he moans out my name, telling me how much he wants me, how much he needs me.
“I’m going to fucking cum,” he groans.
I shove my pussy against his cock in response, grinding harder and faster, showing him just where I want him to cum.
“Ugh, fuck. Molly,” he moans, and I love every second of it as his hot load enters me, filling me with every pump. He goes so deep that his warm seed strikes the back of my pussy, grinding until, at last, he goes soft that he has no choice but to slip out of me.
6
DEAN
The second I realized Ms. Clarkson saw us, I knew we were going to be in trouble. I should’ve locked the basement door. I should’ve done something, anything, to keep her from coming into the basement. I knew damn well that she was looking for us to mess up. I don’t even want to think about what Trish is going to say. But I could give a fuck less, honestly.
It’s Molly I’m worried about.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to Molly as we get dressed. I can’t help but feel a little guilty for putting her in this situation. I suppose I am the one who suggested she accompanies me down here to get a head start on the magazine, very well knowing I had other intentions in mind.
She shakes her head at me, giving me a glare.
“What?” I ask.
“I don’t want you to be sorry. That was amazing. It w
as electrifying the way you showed me that you were in control, something I never knew I could enjoy in a man.” Her eyes pull from her hands and up to my eyes as we stand there, taking it in.
If Ms. Clarkson hadn’t come down, then I would’ve told Trish about Molly and I in a better way than how she’ll find out now, but soon enough, she’ll know that I just did a little more than the casual photoshoot with Molly.