Daddy's Dirty Boss

The keys sounded so loud in my front door, the hallway so quiet as we stepped on inside. She took hold of me before I’d even flicked the light on, pressing that delicious mouth of hers right onto mine.

“Take me upstairs,” she whispered. “Please take me upstairs and show me this is for all time.”

She kicked her high heels off and I scooped her up in my arms, heading on up the stairs in the darkness with a huge smile on my face. I got the bedside lamp once I’d dropped her down onto the bed, and her dress was a cascade of stunning teal. The perfect gift wrap for my perfect girl.

I laid down beside her, still in my tux, and she wrapped her legs around me and came up on top, the diamanté in her chair a glittering halo.

“I’ve got my period,” she said, as though apologetic, but I shook my head, one of my very boldest smirks on my face.

“Let’s take a look at that then, sweetheart,” I said, and she squealed as I tipped her back over.

Her ball gown was a beautiful softness to tease from her skin, and her panties were such a contrast in thick white cotton with padding.

The very best contrast. My very favourite contrast.

“The bedsheets…” she began as I eased them down her thighs, but I shook my head, my smirk still at full radiance.

“Fuck the bedsheets,” I told her and dropped down hard between her legs.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, squirming as I ran my tongue over that horny little clit of hers. “Fuck, Miles… surely you can’t…”

But she was wrong.

Oh how she was fucking wrong.

Her eyes were still so innocent. So alive with her inexperience of my ways, and I loved that. I absolutely fucking loved that.

The taste of her was copper, and want, and squirming disbelief.

The taste of her was fucking delicious.

My lips were puffy once she’d bucked and squealed and whimpered through a climax like a dirty girl, her breaths panting fierce as I freed my cock from my trousers and positioned myself high above her nakedness with my gaze eating her alive.

Eating her alive and seeking out so fucking much of her.

Blood from her pussy. Blood and surprise and innocence.

Blood down her thighs like my little virgin girl all over again.

I opened her legs wide and eased my cock into her.

“Owww…” she whimpered, tender, and that was just what I wanted. Just what I craved.

“Take it. Take it like my good girl,” I said as I sunk my cock all the way deep.

She tipped her face to the side, eyes closed tight as I eased two thick fingers inside that slit along with my cock, and I knew it was straining so fucking tight, leaving such glorious smears of scarlet all over my dick.

“Yes…” she breathed. “Yes, please… I want it… I want to take it…”

I grunted so fucking loud as I slammed my cock in hard.

“You’re my beautiful little girl, and I fucking love you,” I told her, easing my fingers in deeper.

She cried out so sweetly, and I kept on going. Kept on moving the whole fucking stretch inside of her.

“Rock those hips like a good girl,” I groaned, and she did. She met me with her eyes and she did it, pushing those hips down hard.

The blood was a beautiful sight to watch smearing from that pussy. It made my mouth water so much as I shunted my dick in to the balls.

“Come for me…” she whispered. “Please, Miles, come inside me…”

But I shook my head and pulled all the way out of her, with another filthy smirk on my face.

“It’s Mr Lindon right now,” I told her, and eased my fingers in fresh. Four of them, right to the knuckles. “It’s Mr Lindon, little one, and it’s time I took you all the way.”

“But I can’t…” she breathed. “It’s too tight…”

“Trust me,” I told her, and she nodded. She nodded with so much trust in those big blue eyes.

And then she took me.

She took what gave her.

She took it slow, and deep, and with the squelch of that bloody pussy driving me wild.

I eased her with lube and patience, and my thumb on that hungry little clit, and made her buck. Buck and cry out and lose herself in my thrusts.

“Get ready, little girl,” I told her finally, as she was panting from another flood of climax. “Get ready and take a deep breath.”

Oh fuck, how she took a deep breath for me, whimpering out loud as I eased my fist in all the way. And there I was. In-fucking-side her so deep. My whole hand so warm and gripped so fucking tightly.

“Good girl,” I told her, and she raised her head from the bed, eyes like saucers as she felt the true depth of the stretch.