My Father's Boss (The Family Affairs)

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, and her legs clamped around me while her fingers dug into my biceps. I did it again, a little faster this time, and was rewarded when her hips snapped up to meet my stroke. “Harder,” she begged.

My mind broke, and everything flew out except the feel of Isabella’s body hugging me close and her pussy strangling my dick. “Fuck,” I grunted as I moved in and out, going farther back each time before thrusting in a little harder. “You feel so damn good. Oh, yeah, baby,” I groaned. “Fuck. That’s it. Take it all.”

“More,” Isabella panted, and she squeezed her inner walls so they locked me in a vise grip, and I had to fight to pull back.

“Fuck!” I shouted as my body took over, slamming into Isabella with enough force to knock the headboard into the wall. “You want it harder, sweet girl? Deeper?”

“Yes! Beau! Oh, yes!” She shook with the force of her need, growing closer to her climax with every thrust.

When the tip of my cock bumped her cervix, the animal intent on breeding its mate took over. I bent my knees to rise up a bit and took one of her legs from around me. I straightened it, then rested her calf on my shoulder before leaning my weight forward. The new position not only opened her up more but it was also a deeper penetration, and I hit her cervix every time.

“I’m going to fuck your tight, young pussy every chance I get and fill your womb until it’s overflowing,” I vowed in a gritty voice. “Gonna get you bred so everyone who sees you knows you're taken.”

Isabella’s whole body convulsed, and despite being in the throes of passion, a smile creased my face. “You like that plan, sweet girl?”

“Yessss,” she hissed. “Oh, Beau. Oh! Yes!”

“Come, Isabella,” I commanded. My balls were drawing up, and my cock was so damn hard that every glide through her channel was both pain and ecstasy.

I reached between us and pinched her clit, setting her off like a firecracker. She came hard, screaming my name so loud my ears were ringing.

But it was the match to my flame, and I exploded inside her as fire consumed me. My mind blinked in and out, along with my vision, but my body knew what to do. It continued to pound Isabella’s pussy as streams of hot come jetted from my cock.

Isabella hadn’t even recovered from her last climax when she began spiraling toward another. “Beau!” she cried as she shook with blissful spasms. “I can’t! Oh, yes! Oh! I can’t! I—”

“You fucking will,” I grunted.

Much to my shock, when she was tossed off the cliff, falling headfirst into another orgasm, I went with her. It barreled through me like a gale force wind, and I blew even more of my seed. This time, I planted myself as deep as possible and released it as close to her cervix as I could, knowing it was soft and open from all of the orgasms.

I held her close and reveled in the way she clung to me as if I were her safe harbor in a storm. Eventually, the skies began to calm, and our hearts slowed to a steady rhythm. Our breathing returned to normal. Worried about my weight crushing her, I supported myself on my elbows, but I didn’t pull out or move her from her elevated position on the pillow.

I brought her leg down, though, and she let it flop out to the side like the other one. It widened her hips, and I somehow slid in a few centimeters more. I groaned and thought about anything except the way her silky pussy felt when my dick slid along its walls.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered.

“Is it always like that?” Isabella whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I stared into her happy, satisfied eyes, and warmth bloomed in my chest. I loved her so fucking much, and I wanted to tell her. But I wasn’t sure she was ready. So instead, I said, “No, sweet girl. What we have is special and incredibly rare. Just like you.”

9

Isabella

The last thing I wanted to do after waking up in Beau’s arms was go to school. Unfortunately, I had a full day of classes ahead of me. At least tomorrow I would be able to spend the day with him at the office.

Twisting in his embrace so that I could stare up at him, my heart melted out how cute he looked when he was rumpled and sleepy-eyed. “Morning.”

“Good morning, sweet girl.” He brushed his lips against mine and hugged me closer. “As much as I would love to play hooky with you today, we have to get moving because I have a full day of meetings today. I learned last Friday that I am a fuck of a lot more productive when you're not in the office, so I’ve packed my schedule on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

I loved that he had already been adjusting his calendar before anything had happened between us. “Do you have time to take me to school before you go to the office? I didn’t think about it until now, but I should have driven myself so my car wasn’t in the parking lot overnight.”

“Damn straight, I have time to take you. Even if I had an early morning meeting, I’d move it if you wanted me to.” He gave me another kiss. “But I had your car brought over after we got here.”

“Thank you.” My eyes went wide, and my lips formed a circle. “Oh no, I don't have a change of clothes with me.”

The dress he bought me yesterday was in a crumpled heap on the floor, so that wouldn't work. But Beau proved that he really thought of everything when it came to me when he said, “Don't worry, sweet girl. I had a few things dropped off yesterday for you. My housekeeper put them in the closet.”

I beamed a relieved smile at him. “You better be careful, or you're going to spoil me,” I warned.