Daddy's Dirty Boss

She wasn’t ready for a fist. Not in her pussy and certainly not in that tight little asshole.

Still, I’d have a lot of fun building her up to it.

“I feel so open,” she whispered as I pulled that dildo right the way out. “I feel like I’m stretched so wide you can see all the way in.”

That made me grunt, made my fucking dick twitch. “I wish I fucking could,” I said.

My fingers wanted to bury, so they plunged as deep as they could, and she kept those thighs wide even though she let out an owww. My fingers were making delicious squelches, so fucking hot that I leaned my face in close just to hear them louder, and that’s when I decided to truly push today’s limits.

I picked up the biggest dildo of the three and lubed it up like a wet dream. She rubbed her clit as she saw me working, unable to hide that glorious mix of trepidation and need.

“I can’t imagine that fitting,” she told me, and I smirked.

“I can, sweetheart,” I told her. “I’ve been imagining it fitting all fucking week.”

I climbed up alongside her for this one, my body pressed tight to her side and my face in hers. I kissed her forehead, then her lips, soothing her with such soft little coaxing.

And then I pressed that big fucking head to her slit and applied the pressure.

It was tight. So fucking tight.

I loved the way she screwed her eyes shut, panting hard.

“Take it,” I whispered. “Take it up that tight little cunt for me, like a good girl. My good girl.”

“I want to be your good girl,” she cried out. “Please, Miles, make me take it like a good girl.”

How I fucking made her take it like a good girl.

It was slow and sore, but it was steady. I worked that big dick in such short thrusts, opening her up like wet petals hiding such a tight little chute.

I couldn’t fit it all the way in, but she took the head, and that was enough.

That was enough for today.

Her eyes were filling up as I pulled that cock right out of her, but she was smiling. Smiling so hard.

“Did I do it?” she asked in the most beautiful little voice. “Did I take it like a good girl.”

How I kissed that mouth. I kissed her like I owned her. Like that mouth was fucking mine and I was claiming it. Claiming it like she was my air, and my water, and my one shot at fucking life, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. So fucking close. Like she never wanted to let me go.

“You took it like a good girl,” I told her, and I meant it.

“Then give me my next gift,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on mine and still brimming. “Fuck me, Miles. Please fuck me.”

So slick and warm, and exactly where I needed.

I slammed to the balls, and she was so ready, that pussy sucking me tight in that swollen chute.

“Still such a little virgin,” I told her, and she nodded.

“I like it that way,” she said. “I always want to be your little virgin.”

Coning inside her again was another risk, but once again I didn’t care, and she didn’t either. I unloaded deep, and she kept me so tight to her, her legs gripping me in a vice at odds with the soreness she must have been feeling.

I didn’t pull out, just left my dick throbbing deep, pulling away enough to stare down at the beautiful scene. And then I rubbed her. I rubbed her pussy with my palm until she bucked and shuddered, and came like a shrieking little slut around my cock.

It felt like pure fucking bliss as she thrashed with the thrill. More than fucking bliss.

It felt like fucking perfection.

She was giggling to herself with the high when I finally did pull free of her. I collapsed into her arms and wrapped her up tight with mine, and we breathed together. Breathed together and enjoyed the skin to skin.

“They were quite some gifts,” she said with a grin, and I nodded, rubbing my nose against hers.

“I’m sure you’ll be saying that about the next ones,” I told her and eased her up to sitting. “I’ve got you a few different chocolate treats in the fridge.”

I was barefoot and half dressed as I made my way down to the kitchen, and she followed wrapped up in my robe.

She picked out her favourite chocolate snack and chomped it down with a smirk, and I grabbed a square of my own from another selection. And this was right. We were right.

As right as two people could ever feel in each other’s world.

Until the doorbell rang and jolted us out of everything.

“Ignore it,” I said first, even as she jumped in a panic, but it kept on ringing, and along came the knocking. A heavy rap at the door that didn’t let up.