Daddy's Dirty Boss

And I let him.

I let him fuck my mouth as hard as he wanted, gagging and spluttering and retching like a filthy little girl, and I circled my horny clit until my legs started tensing and my ass started wriggling against the table and my moans came out like weak little wants over and over.

“Come for me,” he grunted, and I don’t think I could have stopped myself if I tried.

He pulled his cock all the way out of me, leaving a thick stream of spit down my face as I jerked to my own little movements. My clit was alight, sparking like a crazy little bitch, and I couldn’t hold back the tremors, giving in to every dirty dream I’d ever known. I mewled like a little whore, and couldn’t stop myself writhing, and my face was so filthy and my pussy was so bare, and it was enough to burst. So much to burst.

And I did.

I let rip. I cried out and my legs thrashed and my fingers rubbed hard, and I came for him. Came for me.

The man I adored was staring at me with a whole other world of darkness in his eyes as I caught my breath and rolled over just a little. His cock was still hard and huge, but his hand gestures were slower, soaking me in.

I really wasn’t expecting him to bend into me hard, and I definitely wasn’t expecting him to lick up all the tears and spit from my face. It was dirty. Really dirty. I felt such a bad little girl with his tongue cleaning up my cheeks, and all my good girl manners told me it was naughty, but I couldn’t stop myself wanting it. It made me tickle with want for him.

It was enough that I dropped every scrap of my good girl manners in that one heartbeat.

I couldn’t hold back the requests anymore, not for a second. I was done for. Absolutely done for with the craving.

“Now, please,” I whispered, because my whole pussy was aching for it. “Please, Mr Lindon, sir. Please take me.”

“My fucking pleasure, little girl,” he grunted, and then he was there. Between my legs with his lips still glistening with my spit, slapping that heavy head of his dick against my fluttery clit.

I cried out at the tenderness, squirming up at him for more. But he was strong in his motions, rubbing so hard against my pussy lips.

“I’ve been looking fucking forward to this,” he told me, and the glint in the eyes was full of truth. “This really is my fucking present, not yours.”

But it was mine.

Oh hell, it was all mine.

He let out another magnificent groan as he took another long look between my legs. “You’ve still got that delicious hymen stretched tight,” he said and I was burning up from inside out.

I started just a little as I felt his thumb press inside just a tiny bit, and he let out a whole low moan that made my clit throb.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful,” he told me. “Get ready, Faith, this is going to take your fucking breath away.”

He wasn’t lying.

Wasn’t lying as he lifted my legs apart and moved in close.

Wasn’t lying as he told me to watch.

I could barely breathe as his meaty cock touched me there.

Nudged me there.

It hurt in the very first second, just as soon as he started pushing. I let out an ow, but the pressure stayed on, and it felt so big. So raw. So crazy huge as he tried to open me.

I thought that maybe he’d push and tear me in a flash, but he didn’t. He held his breath and stared down between my legs and took it so, so slow.

“It would be a travesty not to savour you,” he said, and met my eyes. “An absolute travesty.”

I couldn’t hold back the smile as he unbuttoned his own shirt and dropped it from his shoulders. He had a smatter of dark hair on his chest, and his stomach was solid, but it was his arms. The tightness of his arms as he gripped my hips and held me firm.

He was absolutely incredible.

I cried out as he pushed in harder, because it hurt. It really hurt.

“Good girl,” he said, and I clenched my hands into fists to help me take it.

His thumb brushed my clit and I cried out again.

“And a little bit more,” he said, and pushed in again.

It was so hot. So strained. So painful with each tiny movement.

The pressure stayed on so firm and my eyes started to water all over again.

“Beautiful girl,” he told me, and I loved his words. “Beautiful girl with such a beautiful gift, all for me.”

I was so glad he felt this was a gift for him as much as me, because this was every present I’d wanted for years. I still couldn’t believe I was getting it, even now.