Daddy's Dirty Boss

It was the best fucking thing I’d ever felt.

Or so I thought until he changed the angle and hit a whole new spot.

“That’s it,” he growled at me. “That’s your sweet little cunt finding her perfect little groove.”

I couldn’t stop myself wrapping my legs around his waist and coaxing him in for more. I could hear the squelches and feel the thrusts and knew this was just the beginning of him opening me up, even though I already felt so full. So beautifully full.

My ass was still raw, still burning from where his fingers had stretched me, but still I wanted him in there again. I wanted to feel the strain, and this was about more than pleasing him. This was about pleasing me, too.

“You really are a dirty little princess, aren’t you?” he said, and I nodded.

“I think I always have been. I just needed you to show me.”

“Oh, I’ll fucking show you,” he said. “I’ll show you everything.”

He picked up the pace and I bucked up to match him, and we were nothing but grunts and thrusts. Grunts and thrusts and us, moving together. My fingernails were digging into his shoulders and his breaths were in my ear and I felt so naughty and so young under the strength of him in my uniform. I loved how naughty and young I felt in my uniform. Loved how it made him want me all the more.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he said, and I nodded. “We’ll need to start being careful,” he told me. “But I need to come inside that pretty little pussy. I can’t resist coming inside that pretty little pussy.”

I couldn’t resist him coming inside me either. I didn’t want to. No matter what the risk.

I’d come so many times already under his tongue. Just one long mess cresting over and over. But this was different. This was so different.

I think it was how forceful he was in his thrusts. The way he slammed hard enough to jolt me so sharp underneath him, his flesh slapping mine so loud. I guess it was how low his rasps were as he let himself go inside me, but I was crying out myself when he unloaded, losing myself as hard as he did when he came so deep.

We caught our breaths together, him still inside me. I was still breathing hard when he pressed his mouth to mine and pushed his tongue in deep. I tasted of myself, and I liked that. I liked tasting how much he’d kissed me all over.

I couldn’t help the long moan when he pulled out of me.

He stepped back to investigate what he was leaving and my whole body burned for him. I pressed my thighs together when he pulled my knickers down, but he opened them right back up afterwards, and I knew it wasn’t over. Not by a long way.

The lust in his eyes told me exactly what was coming, and so did the swell of his dick for round two.

“I hope you’re ready for more,” he told me.

I nodded. Seriously hoping I was.Chapter Twenty-SixMilesShe was such a good girl, just like always. So keen to do her best, even when that best was hard. Taking as much as I wanted in that tight little slit of hers.

I loved her for that. Her enthusiasm for everything ahead of her.

I’d always loved her for that.

I pulled out the lube and the sanitiser from my cabinet drawer before pushing her further onto the bed and climbing right up beside her.

She watched me with such nervous eyes as I prepared and slicked up my whole fist, and I adored the genuine sparkle of apprehension in her expression.

My Faith truly was a beautiful creature.

My beautiful creature. It was just a tragedy it could only be temporary.

There was a whole life waiting for her. A whole life without me. There weren’t even the words to express how fucking pitiful an outcome that was for something that felt so fucking right.

It was just a shame it was something so fucking wrong at the same time.

“Hold your legs up nice and high,” I told her, and smiled as she pulled them up to her chest. Those sweet holes of hers were so inviting. Her ass still raw as it winked at me, her pussy still so slick and dripping from taking my cock.

She held her knees and let her thighs fall open, taking such a natural breath as she stared up at me.

Her tie was still lying so neatly against her blouse, her skirt hitched high in such a contrast to the nakedness of her most private treasures. Just how I wanted it.

“Take a deep breath like a good girl,” I told her and lined my fingers up just right.

I pushed in three as she sucked in air, easing in a fourth on my next push, and she took it. Took it like my princess.