It felt like hours before I dared to peek out the door, but it was probably only minutes. Cold water might have taken care of the flush on my cheeks, but nothing helped take away the want that still filled me. Fortunately the hall was empty. Had he told his girlfriend about what I’d done? Would they call my father?
Terrified of what might happen, I slipped back into the slumber party unnoticed to find out that I’d been right earlier. While I’d been off discovering a whole new side to my sexuality, none of the other girls had even noticed I’d been gone. Maybe nobody knew a thing but me and Mr. Hossler. I dreaded and longed for the next time I saw him. Safely stowed away in my sleeping bag, I did my best to stay unnoticed. It was going to be a long night.
“Trouble sleeping?” His deep voice came unexpectedly from the darkened hall.
I jumped and smacked my glass down on the counter with a jarring clunk. I’d known I was playing with fire when I tiptoed over the forms of the sleeping girls in Cindy’s room. It wasn’t thirst or insomnia that drove me from her bedroom. A part of me was looking for trouble. Trouble that looked like Cindy’s dad.
My finger carefully felt the bottom of the glass, looking for chips. “Sorry if I woke you up. I was just getting a drink, Sir.”
“Right, I’m sure spying is very thirsty work.”
He stalked gracefully into the kitchen and grasped the counter on either side of my waist, caging me in. His tall, broad body loomed over me without actually touching. Only inches in front of me was his perfectly tanned and muscled bare chest. My gaze fixed on the thin trail of hair that disappeared into his loose silk pajama pants and my mouth went dry. The outline of his cock was barely visible, if you were looking that is, and I was. I couldn’t help myself, not after earlier.
“Your girlfriend sleeping?” I tried to keep my voice light, but couldn’t completely hide the note of jealousy.
He stepped forward an inch, driving me back into the marble counter. “Nicole? I sent her home.” The back of his fingers stroked my cheek. “Curious little cat, sticking her nose in other people’s business. So which one are you?”
“Vicky,” I whispered before seizing the opportunity to put my glass in the sink and scoot out from under his arms. With the counter between us I felt a little less vulnerable, but only a little. Run away, little girl.
“Oh right. Tom’s brat.” His eyes grew calculating. “You’re a little older than Cindy, right? Going into your senior year after summer?”
Is that what Dad had said? It figured he would bend the truth to get an in with this guy. “No, I’m all done. I walked last month.”
“Ah. No wonder you needed to get away for a bit. A woman like you must have been bored to tears in a room full of little girls.”
He came around the counter and took my arm. Butterflies were doing a mad dance in my stomach. I hesitated, it was obvious something was up, but went with him over to the big L-shaped sofa in their open plan living room. In the dark stillness of the night it was easy to let him take control and be led further into whatever web he was weaving. When I tried to sit a little apart, he just took it as an opportunity to swing my feet up into his lap.
“So, here you are, eighteen,” He looked at me questioningly, I nodded. “and ready to take on the world, but stuck playing with a bunch of lowly high school juniors. Why is that?”
“Um.” I shivered from the sensation of his thumbs rubbing up and down the soles of my bare feet. “Dad said that Cindy hasn’t been in town long and could use a few friends.”
He laughed, and his fingers stopped for a moment. “Is that really why? Are you sure it doesn’t have anything to do with his review next month?”
Caught. I shrugged and looked away. Of course it did. Daddy couldn’t care less if Cindy died of loneliness. Mr. Hossler started massaging again, long hard strokes up my arches that warmed my whole body. I settled deeper into the cushions with a contented noise that made him chuckle.
“He’s right to worry, you know. The profits from his team last quarter were the lowest in years, and from what I hear, that big new house of yours is on the fast track to foreclosure unless his finances improve.”
Was it really that bad? Did Daddy think I was still a kid that needed to be protected from unpleasant news? Mr. Hossler’s hands worked their way under the cuffs of my pants and he went to work rubbing my calves. This whole situation suddenly felt sullied by my father’s scheming. I tried to pull back but was stuck fast in his firm grip.
“Mr. Hossler, please.” My voice sounded small and unsure. “I think maybe I should go.”
He twisted around on the couch and held my feet up against the growing bulge in his pants. My pink painted toes curled around him and I felt his cock jerk under me. This sort of thing had been exactly what I’d fantasized about, but now that it was happening I was nervous and unsure.
“Think carefully. Is that really how you want to play this game? I saw you out there, baby girl.” His attention was totally focused on me with a ferocity that made my most private spots yearn for whatever he was offering. “You’re here to win brownie points with me, aren’t you? So will you stick to Daddy’s plan and cozy up to Cindy, or are you ready to play in the big leagues?”
Without waiting for me to answer, he slid forward on the couch, covering my body with his heavy weight. His hand went to the back of my head and I didn’t fight it when his mouth pressed down over mine. The feel of him on top of me and between my legs lit a fire that was only driven higher by the dark masculine scent of his skin.
My fingers crept around his sides, pulling him to me. I whimpered and pressed myself against the length of him. His tongue was in my mouth, unrelentingly taking everything I had to give. My whole body throbbed with a need that had been simmering since watching him with his girlfriend. What if they were serious? Guilt nipped at my heels but I didn’t really care. He was here and in that moment he was mine.
We worked together in lust filled haste to yank off my t-shirt. Topless beneath him, his hands caressed my skin, sliding to my back and pulling me off the cushions. I ran my hands through his hair as he lowered his head to one of my tight nipples. The feeling of his hot mouth coming down and sucking in most of my firm little breast was indescribable. It pulled at places deep inside that were feeling empty and needy.
Any worry about not measuring up to his usual standard vanished. He was feasting on my soft young skin like a starving man. I grasped his shoulders and shuddered as he suckled greedily. The soft flannel of my pajama pants was sticking wetly to my thighs. His cock pressed directly between my legs and I ground myself against him shamelessly.
Pressure built, heavy and potent in my sex. My body acted on its own, seeking the release I instinctively knew he could provide. I wasn’t completely inexperienced, but I’d never come with another person before and the sensation was so much more intense than I was used to. I moaned and dug my nails into his back. He chuckled, thrusting hard against my sex.
With a strangled cry, I shattered under him. He hadn’t even gotten my clothes off and already pleasure surged through me. I held tight, riding it until tears came to my eyes and I couldn’t stand any more. I fell back onto the couch, weak and trembling.
“Fuck me. You are too perfect.” He pulled back and looked down possessively. “You want this. Even out on the balcony I could see it on your face.” It wasn’t a question, he was telling me what he already knew.
“No,” I whispered in weak denial.
But, oh God, that was a lie and he must have seen it all over my face because he didn’t respond or even move a muscle. Did wanting this make me a whore? Mr. Hossler had more or less come right out and told me that my family was in big trouble unless I made him happy. It was never going to work Daddy’s way, but this… this was something I could do that gave me what I wanted too.
I bit my lip and looked boldly into his eyes. “If we do this, will Daddy get the bonus?”
“Mercenary little thing, aren’t you? I like it.”
/> He slid a hand into my pants and laughed when he found me both without underwear and sopping wet. A thick finger pressed between my labia and dragged slick pussy juice up and over my clit. I clenched my jaw to hold in the gasp but couldn’t stop myself from arching into his touch.
Struggling to remember what was going on, I asked again. “Will he?” It was so hard not to just rip off my pants and beg him to fuck me, but what had he said? This was the big leagues.
“I’ll put the paperwork through myself.” His finger pushed slowly into my body. “On one condition.”
My tight muscles clenched around the invasion, reluctantly parting to allow him passage. “What condition?” I managed to ask, barely holding back from fucking myself on his hand.
“Are you on any sort of birth control?”
I shook my head. “I’m clean though, I promise. I’ve only had sex once and that was before my last check.” Most of my friends has been on the pill for ages but my plan had been to wait until I was out of the house and didn’t have to answer to my parents.
He smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. That’s just fine. I’ll take care of it.”
The way he said that made me a little nervous, but he was so much more experienced. He must have known what he was doing. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the way his finger thrust and twisted inside me. This was just his hand and I was already ready to go along with anything he said for a chance at his cock.
“There’s a very special something that I’ve been trying to find the right women for, and I think I might have finally found her.” He pressed gentle kisses against my collarbone. “You won’t turn me down, will you?”
“No.” I groaned and shook my head even though I had no idea what he was asking. It was enough that he thought I was special. “Will it hurt?”
“Not even a little bit. I promise.”
I made a disappointed little noise when his finger withdrew, but he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me until I couldn’t remember anything except his tongue in my mouth and his hard body against my own smaller, softer form. Every move he made was strong and sure, a total opposite from my experiences with boys my own age. When he untied the string on the front of my pants and pulled, I lifted my hips and let him strip me without even token resistance.
Naked on the couch, my pale skin stood out starkly against the soft chocolate brown fabric. He stroked my hair and kissed his way down my chest, sucking briefly on my clit before standing up. Hooking his thumbs in the waist of his loose pants, he pulled them down slowly. My gaze was fixed on the outline of his erection and I watched rapt as it came into view.
He stepped out of his pants and I sat up, reaching out to touch him. I heard him suck in a breath as the tip of my finger traced one of the veins that ran the length of his shaft. So much bigger than my ex-boyfriend, he put everyone I’d ever seen before him to shame. Everything about him screamed man and I loved it.
“Is that what you were waiting for?” he asked, voice thick with desire.
I nodded and leaned in, licking my lips. When I hesitated, he pressed my head down to his cock until I was practically kissing the velvety head. I opened and he pushed in, sliding through the tight ring I made with my lips and over my tongue. His girth filled my mouth to bursting and I gagged when he pressed deep.
He was watching me, eyes dark and intense. I looked into his eyes as I struggled to adjust to the his size. The taste and feel of him was incredibly erotic. His girlfriend had looked so experienced that it made me insecure about my own abilities, but I was going to prove that he wasn’t wrong about me. I was going to be his special woman.
Over and over I took him in. Obscene wet, sucking noises filled the room and spit dripped from the corners of my mouth. He groaned when I choked around the broad head as it pushed briefly into my throat. His fingers found my pebbled little nipples and he pinched and tugged, making me gasp and moan around him.
“Does Daddy know you’re such a good little cocksucker?” He thrust hard into my mouth and pulled me forward by my own nipples. “If he had half your negotiation technique he wouldn’t have needed to send you here in the first place.”
When he released me, I had to pull back and gasp for air.
“I’ll do whatever you want, sir,” I said, voice rough from the abuse of my throat.
“I know, baby, but it’s time to seal the deal.”
Taking my hand, he pulled me off the couch. We walked together silently through the apartment and into his bedroom. It seems ridiculous, but walking through that door and hearing the lock close behind us made me more nervous than anything else we’d done. This was real. It was actually happening. I was going to let some spoiled girl’s dad fuck me on his gigantic bed. The same bed I’d watched him fuck his girlfriend on only hours before.
“Wait!” A surge of panic rooted my feet to the floor. “What if Cindy notices I’m gone?”
He dropped my hand and looked at me, amused. “Does she even know your name?”
“Sure… probably.” I grasped at any plausible reason for holding him off. “But, um, wouldn't she freak about finding me in her father’s room?”
“Would it matter?” Mr. Hossler backed me into the bedroom wall and grasped my wrists, pulling them up over my head. “Cindy will be gone in a week.” He nipped the side of my neck and my pussy clenched, dripping wetness out onto my thighs. “And she’s not my daughter.” A muscled thigh worked its way between my legs. “She’s a bubble-headed obligation temporarily left to me by an ex-wife. Now that school’s over she’ll be out of our lives.”
Our, I liked the sound of that, and I loved what he was doing to me. My resistance broke down, worn away by the hard length of him pressed against my stomach and his hot mouth licking and sucking my neck.
“Are you done stalling?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good.”
He picked me up easily and I wrapped my legs around his hips. His cock brushed against my pussy lips, making me strain to complete the connection. Every part of me longed to slip down and pull him deep inside. A little mewling noise escaped me as he lowered me just far enough that I felt his round smoothness part my folds.
“Please,” I begged.
A little bit further and he was pressing against my opening. I squirmed in his arms. Without a warning, he thrust forward, pushing me into the wall and fully seating himself inside my body at the same time. His fingers dug into my thighs where he held me up, and we cried out together. Pleasure and pain rushed through me, centered on the intense burning agony between my thighs.
“Fuck! You said you weren't a virgin.” His head bent down to mine, his voice strained in my ear. “So fucking tight.”
I shuddered around him, struggling to accept the way he filled and claimed my most private spaces. “I’m not… wasn't, but it was only the once.” His hips jerked and the length of his hard shaft tore through me anew, but I fought to keep my voice calm. This wasn't going to stop us. “It’s ok, you don’t have to stop. Please.”
A tear ran down my face and he kissed it away. He pulled us away from the wall and, still full of his cock, he carried me over to the bed. I whimpered when he withdrew and put me down gently onto the smooth satin sheets. As much as his initial entrance had hurt, I still craved him and what his body could give me.
He crawled onto the bed, pushing apart my legs and settling his erection between my thighs. I watched where we joined as he pressed forward and the length of him disappeared into my sex. This second time was easier, but I still felt the walls of my cunt stretching around every inch of him. My hands gripped the sheet beneath me and I closed my eyes with a groan.
Every thrust eased his way until I finally realized that the pain was gone and in its place was only pleasure. My body took him in eagerly, my hips meeting his push for push. Feeling my response, he dropped any attempt at restraint and plowed roughly into me. I grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled myself up until I could capture his lips. His tongue plunged int
o my mouth and my body felt doubly penetrated by this powerful man.
Reluctantly he pulled away, leaving me empty and wanting. “Come on, hands and knees.”
Eager for more, I obeyed quickly. He pushed my shoulders down until my arms rested on the bed and my bottom was raised high, naked and vulnerable to whatever he intended. With an animal intensity, he mounted me from behind, sinking in with one smooth push that drove the air from my lungs in a long moan.
“Oh, God.” I buried my face helplessly in the bed.
This new position opened places inside of me that had never been reached before. His cock pressed against my very womb, battering me in a storm of lust. The flared head of his erection dragged back and forth through my tight passage, rubbing against something buried deep inside that rocked me with the intensity of its pleasure.
“Like that?” He slammed in hard, making my legs shake with the effort of holding myself up. “Take it, you little slut. Do this one last thing for Daddy. Make him proud.”
Shame burned hot inside me, but instead of pulling me out of the moment, it intensified everything until I couldn’t hold back any longer and I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me.
His hands held my hips in an iron grasp and he slammed me back onto him like a beast. My inner muscles were so tight that every thrust was a fight, but he won each time, completely dominating me.
“Say goodbye to being Daddy’s little girl.” His cock, already rock hard, seemed to grow even larger inside me.
With a brutal cry he erupted deep in my pussy. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot out and bathed my womb until I felt warm seed dripping down my legs. Lost in a post orgasmic haze I slowly realized what had happened.
“Mr. Hossler! What did you do?” I turned my head to look at him, hoping against hope that he would laugh and tell me he was safe and he hadn’t just probably gotten me pregnant.
Forbidden: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (The Naughty List Bundles Volume Two) Page 22