And I really, really don’t want this to end.
He licks and sucks me, driving me wild. I’ve never had a man touch me like this. I roll my hips as his tongue presses harder against my clit. He slides his fingers inside of me, pulling back to look up into my eyes, that smirk still there as his fingers stroke in and out.
“Fucking delicious. I knew you were a good hire.”
I groan and glare at him. “You didn’t hire me just for this.”
“No,” he admits. “But it’s an added bonus.”
He presses his fingers in deep before I can call him an asshole. My protests are stifled by my moans as he returns to licking my clit, fingers still inside of me.
I feel like I’m going to explode any second. It’s incredible, the way he fucks me with his fingers and licks my clit. His tongue does its work, gliding up and down in magic circles, driving me wild. I move my hips in rhythm with him, feeling that glow between my legs, keeping it deep inside of me as the pleasure mounts.
His fingers move faster. I grip his hair tighter and bite my lip to keep myself from screaming. Fucking hell, I want to let loose, let myself moan as loudly as I want, but I keep it held in. That restraint makes the pleasure so much more intense. I’m almost trying to resist it while giving in to it and it’s driving me completely insane.
I need to come so badly it almost hurts. He moves faster as I push him down tighter. I think he can sense how close I am. His fingers stroke in and out, his tongue licks me, his lips suck me, and I’m letting out tiny gasps of pleasure, riding the edge of pleasure and bliss.
I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t take it a second longer. He presses his fingers deep and fucks me fast with them. That tips the whole thing. I tumble into bliss, the orgasm ripping through me, the moans getting louder now, completely uncontrollable.
I come hard as his fingers do their work. He licks me through it, keeping the pleasure high, and I swear I come at least three times. It feels like six years, but probably only lasts seconds before I slowly start to come back down to reality.
He licks me up, almost lovingly. I release his hair and fall back onto my elbows, bright red, slightly sweaty, and panting like I just ran a marathon.
He stands back and admires me as he licks his fingers clean.
“That’s what I expect from my new assistant,” he says after a moment.
I meet his gaze. “Yeah?”
“I expect total obedience. If I want to eat your pussy and get you off, you damn well better come for me.”
I bite my lip. “Yes, sir.”
He steps closer, cocking his head. “And there’s something else I want from you. Maybe you won’t like it, but soon you’ll learn to love it.”
“Yes?” I ask, almost a whisper.
He gets closer to me. He kisses me gently, and I can taste my pussy on his lips.
“I don’t want you to call me sir. I want you to call me Daddy.”
I move back, eyes wide. “What?”
“You need a man to take care of you, Avery.” He reaches out and grabs my hair. I gasp and he kisses me again, this time a little rough. “You need a man to make sure you’re safe.”
“And you think that’s you?”
“Damn right it’s me. I want you to call me Daddy, especially when my tongue’s between your legs. Do you understand?”
I glare at him, heart hammering in my chest.
This is so messed up. This is my dad’s old friend, my freaking dead dad’s friend. And now he wants me to call him Daddy? Like he’s taking my dad’s place, except… oh my god. This is so weird, so insane, so messed up.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. A thrill of excitement runs through me.
So wrong. So messed up.
So freaking hot I can barely stand it.
“Good girl,” he says, kissing me one more time and stepping back. “Now, get yourself together and head back to your desk. You have more work to do.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He smirks at me, turns, and leaves the room.
I collapse onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I’m grinning and I can’t help but laugh a little bit.
How messed up can my life get? I’m in some crazy relationship with my new boss, who’s like twice my age, and also an old friend of my late father’s, and now he wants me to call him Daddy. Oh, and I haven’t told him that I’m a virgin yet.
I don’t know how this can get any more insane.
And yet I love it. Oh my god, I love it. I’ve never felt happier, more alive, more excited. I want to know this man, to find out what he’s thinking, to understand him. I want him to push my boundaries even further.