Daddy's Dirty Boss

“Is that sore?” I asked and she nodded.

“Sore but good.”

I twisted my hand and pushed a little deeper, and she moaned for me.

She really was so fucking tight. Beautifully fucking tight.

My cock throbbed to its own fucking tune down below, and my mouth watered at the sight of her stretch.

The whimper that came out of her when I rubbed my thumb against her swollen clit was perfection on top of perfection. Her knuckles were white under her knees, gripping so tight.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “You can take it.”

I twisted and pushed, long and slow, in and out, stretching her to the knuckle, and she turned quiet, even as her hips kept pushing back. And there she was, walking that fine line between pleasure and pain.

“I know it’s sore, sweetheart,” I said, “But trust me, it gets so much better.”

She nodded, but didn’t speak. Just quiet little breaths. So fucking quiet.

Her voice came back as I pushed a single finger into her asshole, crying out so sharp as she dropped her thighs.

“Legs back up,” I told her, and my voice was firm. “Nice and high and spread them wide.”

I could have abandoned the whole beautiful spectacle as she closed her eyes and did as she was told. I could have pulled everything out of her and slammed my cock in hard for another round. But I couldn’t ever do that. This was too fucking good.

“That’s my good girl. Such a good little girl for me,” I said, and my voice was alive with so much want. “Look up at me, princess. I want to see your face as I make you take it.”

There were those nerves again. Nerves alive in her beautiful blue eyes. So fucking stunning.

“Get ready,” I told her, and she blubbed out a cry, just a little.

My second finger going in that asshole was enough that she shivered. I held them firm in place, so fucking deep as she strained for me, but my thumb worked that clit so hard. So fucking hard.

“Concentrate on that clit,” I said, and my voice was firm all over again. “Concentrate on how good that feels.”

And she did.

She concentrated so hard when I worked that horny little nub, enough that she was rocking against me just a little through the strain, and I used that just as she needed. Just as she needed to take more.

My fist went in to the knuckles, four fingers stretching that innocent little pussy to its limit. Three more were a thick push in her asshole, and she was full. So fucking full for her first real go. Still such an innocent little virgin just gone. Still such my sweet little angel.

“Fuck my fingers,” I told her, knowing full well it would be so fucking hard. “Move yourself on that bed and fuck my fingers.”

She whimpered. She paused. She let out a fuck before she dared to try it, pressing her hands down onto the bed and using them as leverage. I knew it was raw. I knew it was sore. I knew she must have felt full to fucking bursting, riding so close to no more.

But she liked it.

Through all the strain, she fucking liked it.

Just like my perfect little girl should.

She pushed herself against my hands like a dirty slut would, even though she was so new to this filthy game. She focused on her clit through the pain, and cried out a yes as the groove found her.

Oh, how I gave it to her.

I gave her my everything. My full concentration, my full rhythm, my full want. And she took it. She took it all.

Her climax was a delicate one. Her face to the side, pressed to the bedsheets, the hint of strain right through her cries as she came, and I was so gentle in the aftermath as I pulled myself out of her.

She was an absolute fucking picture. The greatest picture of them all. One I could never resist capturing for all time.

I grabbed my phone from the night stand and called up my camera, and then I asked her to look at me, with glorious eyes that were so used up and taken by the strain.

She was divine. The picture was magic. Absolute fucking magic.

And then the girl surprised me like she so often had in her life. Always so good. Always so passionate. Always so keen to do more.

“Please fuck my ass,” she said. “Please, Miles, please fuck my ass. Just my ass this time.”

Jesus Christ, the smirk on my face. It must have been bright enough to burn out the sun.

“My fucking pleasure, sweetheart,” I said, and climbed back on top of her.Chapter Twenty-SevenFaithI’m surprised I could walk once he’d fucked my ass and filled me up deep all over again.

I felt so stretched. Aching, and throbbing, and sore, and exhausted.