Dirty Daddy

With hungry movements, he kneels himself behind me and, grabbing his cock, aims it straight at my pussy. He pushes his cock against my folds and, hooking his fingers on my thighs, he thrusts with all that he has. I let out a high-pitched scream the moment I feel him piercing me, an omen of unstoppable pleasure to the way he slides his cock in me to the hilt.

He fucks me in abandonment, his movements a perfect compass of never-ending joy. He thrusts so hard that, before I know it, my elbows start burning from the carpet underneath me, locks of sweaty hair falling in front of my face as my body sways back and forth wildly.

“Oh, God, oh God,” I moan over and over again, delighted with the way pleasure laces the words coming out of my mouth.

“That’s it, cum for me,” Magnus says, leaning forwards just enough so that I can hear him over the steady sound of his thighs slapping against my ass.

“Harder…” I simply mumble, my voice quivering. “Harder!”

He doesn’t say a word - he simply rams his cock into me with as much strength as he can. Just like that, I come once more.

It’s an avalanche, there’s no other way to put it. It’s as if I’m being hit by a pure mountain of pleasure, ecstasy covering me and making me drown in it. I don’t even know if I’m moaning or screaming, and I don’t even care. I collapse to the floor, all of my energy fading away as my body twitches and spasms uncontrollably.

I remain frozen, my right cheek on the carpet as Magnus keeps pounding me with the ferocity of a wild beast. I don’t even know why I do it, but I place my hands against the floor and prop myself up once more. I move knees and thighs forward, forcing him to slide out of me. Turning to him, I smile lazily.

“Come for me, daddy,” I whisper. Even though he’s my husband and the father of my child, I simply can’t resist calling him daddy whenever we’re going at it. It just feels right in the most wrong way, you know?

He takes the hint and stands up, towering over me like a God. I can’t help but marvel at the way his taut muscles move, as if he was God’s greatest engineering feat. Grinning and still shaking, I reach for his cock and start stroking him hard, using both my hands. I go as fast as I can, his cock feeling like hardened steel under my fingers, and I don’t stop until I feel it pulsing violently and starting to spasm.

Before I can even react, thick strands of cum gush out of him and into me. His warm semen hits me straight in the face; I open my mouth, allowing his salty juices to coat my tongue as well. I keep stroking him, my hands moving in a blur as an endless fountain of cum springs from his cock. He keeps going for who knows how long, completely covering me in his fluids: I feel it dripping down my face and neck, long strands of it already covering my breasts and chest.

Only when his cock gives its dying spasms do I let go of it; I take my hands to my breasts then, running them over his glistening fluids and spreading them evenly over my chest. Magnus looks at me in a trance, his eyes never leaving the circular movements of my hands. I grab his right hand and gently pull him down; he goes to his knees right in front of me and I grab at his hair, forcing him to lower his head towards my chest.

What am I doing? I truly have no

idea, but Magnus leans forward willingly. He places his lips over my drenched tits, scooping up strands of his cum as he laps with his tongue at my left nipple. More, I want more!

Allowing instinct to dictate what I’m doing, I grab his hair even more firmly, forcing him to throw his head back. Then I lean into him, pressing my mouth against his; our cum coated lips slide off against each other, the flavor of his mouth and semen mixing in a mind-numbing way. I close my eyes and slide my tongue inside his mouth, feeling the saltiness of his semen dancing between our lips.

I pull back, smiling as I see a strand of cum dangling from his lower lip; I lean in once again, licking it off his mouth with the tip of my tongue.

Completely naked and covered in cum, I let myself fall back on the floor and laugh. I laugh as loud as I can, the sound of my voice filling the whole office, and then suddenly sit up and look at Magnus straight in the eyes.

“What are you laughing about?” He asks, tenderly smiling.

“I feel like some horny teenager right now, sneaking so that I can get some alone-time with the local bad boy.”

“Are you saying I’m a bad boy? Because I’m the nicest guy you’ll ever meet,” he teases me, reaching for my right nipple and pinching it devilishly.

“Of course you are,” I laugh again, and then just crush my lips against his one more time for good measure.

Outside, hundreds of workers continue their mission of making the Equinox Tower dream come true, completely oblivious that their boss and his wife have just fucked themselves to exhaustion. And all just a few feet away from them.

Ah, forget about the money and the fame. Nothing beats making memories like this with the man you love.

I’m the luckiest woman on Earth, that much is for sure.

Another Note From The Author

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