My Bad Boy Boss's Secret Baby

“Get on your knees,” he whispered.

I dropped like a marionette whose strings had been cut, taking his long cock as far into my mouth as I could without choking. Chad gently removed my cap and took hold of my ponytail as I started to suck him, savoring the warm fullness of his cock in my mouth. It was surprisingly comforting.

He lightly controlling my movements as I worked his thick cock in my little mouth. Chad tilted my head back, my mouth wide open, so I could receive his load in controlled volleys. This worked a lot better than the initial deluge approach, and I got it all in my mouth, easily swallowing with a smile.

“Your turn,” he said, shoving my hanging overalls all the way down and unfastening my jeans.

Before I knew it, my jeans and panties joined my overalls around my ankles, and Chad was on his knees and in front of me, devouring my pussy. I leaned back against the desk for support, pressing my palms against the cool, smooth top as he devoured me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out, particularly as I started to orgasm. Rather than getting leg trembling, bone-shaking, earth-shattering orgasm like I was used to, I had three — all in a row. I was still pretty innocent about the possibilities of sex and had never heard of multiple orgasms. Let alone thought I’d ever have them.

Chad was a sweetheart, as usual, stroking my pussy with one hand while gently covering my mouth to keep me from screaming as the pleasure shot through me. It seemed like it was never going to end.

“Good girl,” he kept whispering while kissing my cheek.

When I had recovered, my boss turned me around and bent me over the desk, sweetly stroking my pussy to get me ready. Rather than just ramming it in and fucking me from behind, Chad was careful and gentle. Getting down on his knees again and eating my pussy from behind, both hands firmly on my hips as he did so. I learned how to stay quiet, so he didn’t have to cover my mouth again.

The entire desk shook with my orgasm, but thankfully, nothing fell off. Chad kept a tidy workspace, so there wasn’t much up there in the first place. Stroking my pussy with his palm, my handsome lover stood behind me and got into position. Innocent as I was, I still knew what was coming. Nonetheless, I even gasped when he stroked the head of his cock against my pussy.

Keen to re-confirm my willingness, I reached back with both hands and spread my pussy for him. His cock slipped in with ease. It helped that I was already super wet from his lovely tongue.

Taking me by my bare hips, Chad started to move, pumping my little pussy with long, slow strokes to get me used to it. Even though I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I still appreciated his care. I was still very tight and just as sensitive as I’d been before losing my cherry.

Gradually, he picked up speed, and it got to the point that it was difficult for me to stay quiet. Small squeaks and moans of unbridled pleasure came out of me before I had time to stop them. Chad gave me his thumb to suck, which worked like a charm. My mouth busy sucking it vigorously as he pumped my pussy from behind until we both came.

No one downstairs had any idea of what was happening.

I loved my life in El Paso but was still so damn confused about what I was going to do.Chapter Seventeen - ChadThere were several feelings I only really knew about by description. For most of my life, confusion was one of these. Even when my mom left dad and me in the lurch, I understood why. I didn’t like it, or really her very much, but I understood it. She wanted more money, and Dad was never going to be able to provide that. I was a bit baffled as to why she married him in the first place if all she wanted with money, but that question had its own set of answers — none of them very nice.

Nina was a puzzle I couldn’t even begin to solve. Not by myself. It seemed like such a contradiction yet still existed nonetheless. What was more, I was starting to have feelings for her, feelings I’d never had for anyone before. It was becoming clear I was going to need an outside opinion, or I might go mad trying to figure it out.

“Hey, man,” John said, picking up on the first ring.

“Feel like going out tonight?” I asked.

“Of course, Lay Muerte Grande?”

“La Muerte Grande,” I agreed.

The old little Mexican pace with the possibly mistranslated name had become our favorite spot. It helped that I didn’t get hassled there. It wasn’t on the map of my new and ever-lengthening list of enemies.