I come so hard I think I might black out for a second.
But as it slowly ends, I feel him tense. I bite his shoulder and I feel him come inside of me. I feel his thick cum cover me, fill me, long ropes of it deep inside my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp in his ear. I lean back, panting, sweating, glowing from the orgasm.
He grunts, a smile on his lips. “Fuck is right,” he says. His cock is still hard as he slides himself from inside me.
“That was, uh…” I trail off.
He grabs my chin and kisses me. I kiss him back, a little surprised. I didn’t think he’d want to kiss after that.
“That was good,” he whispers. “And the part about being your Daddy? I fucking meant it.”
I stare at him, not sure what to say. His smirk, his eyes, it drives me wild.
“You’re still an asshole,” I say, getting off his desk and getting dressed.
“I know,” he says, laughing.
I can’t help but smile. He’s such a cocky bastard. And as much as I hate to admit it, I love it.
He walks me out. I stay close to him. I want to hold his hand, but I don’t let myself.
We ride the elevator down and he kisses me until the doors ding open.
“See you tomorrow,” he says out front.
“See you.”
I watch him walk off. I wonder what the hell I’m going to do.
But the glow between my legs, the sweat still drying on my skin, it tells me one thing for certain: I need to feel that again.
I need my Daddy to get me off again.10JulianThe next morning, I get into the office before anyone else. I sit down at my desk and I stare at the floor, picturing exactly how her body felt.
It was everything I wanted and more. God damn, her tight pussy, her moans, her sweat, her lips… it was all perfect. It drove me fucking insane.
I can’t stop thinking about her. I know it’s fucked up, without a doubt a big mistake, but I can’t help myself.
There’s something else on my mind, though. Something deeper, something darker… something more important.
I don’t know why. But the second I came inside of her, I started thinking about my future.
It’s not just some fucking mid-life crisis. It’s practical and honest. Her father and I are the same age, or we were, at least. He’s gone now and I’m still here, but one day…
Well, I need a plan in place. I need something to ensure that everything I’ve built will outlast me.
I’ve always thought I’d have a family by now. Well, I used to think that, at least. I guess I gave up on the fantasy ten years ago, in my thirties. Now, I wish I had settled down all those years ago, pumped out a few babies, created something stable and happy for myself.
Doesn’t matter now. I didn’t do any of that and I can’t change the past.
But I can change the future.
People start to file into the office. Avery comes in a few minutes early and I head right over to her desk.
She looks up at me and instantly blushes. I know what she’s thinking. I’m sure she’s imagining last night, my cock deep between her legs. She’s probably remembering the orgasm she had, long and slow. Her moans are still ringing in my ears.
“We’re skipping today,” I say to her.
She arches an eyebrow. “What?”
“We’re taking the day off. I want to talk to you about something.”
“I don’t… what?” She frowns and leans toward me. “If it’s about last night—”
“It’s not,” I say quickly. “Last night got me thinking, but it’s not about that.”
She looks interested now. “Okay then. Where are we going?”
“I want to show you something.” I stand up and gesture with my head. “Come on.”
She grabs her bag and follows me to the elevator. We ride it down and I order an Uber on the way.
“I thought you’d have a private driver,” she says, grinning at me.
I shrug. “I get the expensive one.”
“Oh, of course. Can’t ride with us peasants.”
“Absolutely not,” I agree.
The black car appears, and I give the driver an address on the west side of South Philly. Avery frowns at that as we start driving.
“Aren’t there just a bunch of warehouses and stuff over there?” she asks.
“Used to be.” I say. “More houses are getting built, but there are still a few left.”
“What’s over there?”
“You’ll see.”
She sighs and pretends to be annoyed but I can tell she’s interested. We cut across the city and, after a few minutes of navigating the little one-way streets, the driver drops us off in front of one of the last remaining warehouses in the area.
It’s a big, gray metal building with a fence all around it. There are no signs anywhere, and as far as anyone outside can tell, the place is entirely abandoned.