I Bet You'll Be Mine

She gasps, and I groan as I bury the rest of my cock deep inside her. She reaches out and wraps her arms around my torso as she takes all of my inches. Her hips jerk up, and her legs wrap around my waist at the same time.

“Good girl,” I whisper as I begin to rock inside her, pumping slowly but giving it to her.

Her incredible tits against my chest and her arms wrapped around my body are the perfect combination as I rut my cock within the smooth, silky walls of her cunt, claiming it as mine and mine alone.

No one has had this but me.

This young, gorgeous, innocent girl who came to work for me is now mine and spreading her legs for me. All those men who work for me who no doubt fantasize about the things they wish they could do to her, and she chose me.

I pick up the pace, fucking her harder and faster as the sound of the club music pounds through the walls.

“Oh my God,” Ali moans in my ear. “It…feels…so…good…Daddy.”

My body rushes with warmth. This is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. I kiss her breasts, then move up her chest to her neck and up to her cheek, kissing just below her ear before I move to her lips. I want to devour her, consume her, be inside her every moment of every day.

Okay, so I’m obsessed.

I’m so fucking consumed by Ali that I don’t know what to do with myself. I’d bury my face between her thighs for hours just to hear her moan and watch her face distort with pleasure.

“Daddy, I…I’m close, I think,” she whimpers. Christ, her voice is the epitome of sexy.

“So am I,” I growl. Truthfully, I’ve been on the verge of exploding since she first touched my dick. “You can’t be on birth control, can you?”

Ali shakes her head. “No. There’s been no need.”

“I still want to come in you, Ali.”

Ali’s eyes widen. She bites her lip. “Won’t I get pregnant?”

“Not necessarily,” I reply. “But would that be the worst thing in the world anyway?”

Christ, what am I even saying?

If you’d asked me a few days ago if I wanted a kid, I would have said Hell no! Now I’m practically telling Ali that I want her to have my baby. And it’s not just because I’m crazy turned on either. There’s something that happens when I look into her eyes that I simply can’t explain.

“I…”

“I can pull out if you want,” I tell her. “Do you want me to pull out?”

I’m right there. The only thing keeping me from spraying my seed inside her right now is pure mental fortitude and the speed at which I’m fucking her. If I pick up the speed at all, I’m going to go over the edge, and it’s all over.

I feel her body tensing up, shaking. Her little fresh pussy tightening down on my cock. She’s so close, just like I am.

“Do you want me to pull out, Ali?” I ask again.

I’m giving her a chance, but I can already see in her eyes what her answer is going to be. I drive my cock hard and deep so my balls slap against her little asshole, and she slowly shakes her head.

Naughty, naughty girl.

“No.” Her reply sends something through me that I can’t describe, but it’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

The delicious wetness of her pussy, the softness of her tits against my chest, the gorgeous beauty of her face looking back at me, and knowing she wants this just as much as I do is a combination I simply cannot bear.

I go off. My hips buck forward and shoot my load inside her little virgin hole.

Ali climaxes at the same time and cries out, clawing at my back with her hands as her hips go wild.

“Yes, Daddy! Oh my God, yes!”

She bucks against me as I use my weight to pin her down against the couch beneath me as I give it to her raw, unloading my seed into her hungry little cunt, filling her up as she moans and moans, taking every last drop.

It’s the kinkiest, dirtiest scenario I could have thought up when I first saw her. My brand-new eighteen-year-old intern who hasn’t even been working for me for a week, fucking me while her date and her best friend are hanging out in the club a few rooms down, blissfully unaware of what’s going on back here in VIP.

This is so fucking wrong, yet so fucking right.

We come down together, hearts pumping against each other, breathing heavily from what I know was surely the most incredible moment of both of our lives. I kiss up slowly up her neck to her ear and whisper, “I’m a bad man, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are,” Ali giggles. “Now how does this bet work? Who owes who a million dollars?”