Over The Edge: A Dads Best Friend Romance

by Charlotte Grace

  From her expression, I could see she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. It was enough to give me the idea to tell her what I had done.

  “I got a room.” I tapped lightly on the table as I watched her reaction. “Here. So when you get off work you will come here and I will show you just how much I enjoy the mess you make.”

  “Do we …” she paused, and I could see her trying to visibly school her face. There was nothing she could really do to hide her excitement from me. “Do we really need to wait?” She waved a hand to the few people that were already in the restaurant, the lunch rush hadn’t started up yet. “We’re already here.”

  “Are you suggesting that you call in? What will your boss say?” I couldn’t help the rush of blood that went straight to my cock.

  “I imagine he will punish me for it.” She shrugged at me as if it was the most nonchalant thing we were discussing.

  “You say it like that as if you enjoy the punishment he gives you.” It was a statement, but it was more of a question than anything. I know how she reacted to me spanking her, but that didn’t necessarily mean she liked it.

  “Maybe I do.” She stood without caring if I had paid the bill or not. There was something about the way she walked away from me that seemed like a dare. Did she think I would shirk the rest of my day in favor of fucking her?

  I flagged the waiter to ensure the bill would be attached to the room and went to retrieve the key. I found her lingering just outside the women’s restroom and I knew immediately what she was doing. Baiting me. This could easily be taken care of.

  I came to her, taking one of her tiny little wrists into a fist and pulled her to the elevator. “I suppose you will just have to suffer from your boss’s disappointment,” I informed her as we waited for the doors to open. “Are you prepared for the punishment he might give you?”

  I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye. “He always finds a way to catch me off guard so there’s no real way to prepare.” She shifted to stand closer and I felt her press her breasts into my arm. “But I’m looking forward to it.”

  The doors slid open and when I saw the elevator was empty I pressed her into it. “I’ve got a few things that I’m looking forward to.” I pushed her back until she hit the back wall. I pressed the button for the appropriate floor, then there was no way I could keep myself off of her.

  Chapter 15

  Missy

  He kissed me until I was dizzy and it was clear at the ding of the elevator that he was irritated with the interruption. He didn’t bother with any sort of restraint; he tugged me behind him until he found the appropriate door. As he fidgeted with the lock he gave me a look. “I can’t decide how I want to fuck you first. You are going to have to deal with it as I try to figure out which way I like best.”

  I took a breath because he said it as if there was nothing to it. As soon as the door was open he jerked me into the room before I could give him a response. He pushed me toward a bed. “Bend over.” It was a bark command that had my heart pounding. I rolled over onto the bed and presented my ass up to him.

  He chuckled lightly, “You do like your punishment.” He threw up my skirt so that he could see the thong I was wearing. “These panties suggest that you do.” He gave my ass a sharp slap.

  “Yes,” I gasped out and clenched my thighs together. It only seemed to encourage him as he slapped my ass again. I bit back the cry that was struggling to find its way out.

  “So much I want to do.” I heard him growl and I looked back to see him go to his knees behind me. Before I could see what he was doing, I felt his mouth and tongue make contact with the tender cheeks he had just slapped. He kissed each cheek gently before he started to follow the string of my thong until he found my pussy, already wet from the conversation at the table and his teasing spanking. He wasn’t done either. He pressed my legs further apart and began to tease me through the fabric.

  He pulled back when it was apparent that he didn’t have the patience to tease for long. He jerked my panties down and then there was a grunt as he began to remove his own clothing. In a heartbeat I felt his mouth against me again, this time he kissed my pussy lips as if he were feasting on my mouth. I felt his tongue trace the line of my pussy to my asshole and back. I trembled once he found my clit. I didn’t have time to prepare when he began his assault with the steady flicks of his tongue.

  I clung to the bedspread, my legs struggling to keep my ass up in the air. I couldn’t help it when my knees buckled; he pressed two fingers into my clenching pussy. The fingers curled within me and he began the frantic thrust of his hand, teasing at something inside me that I couldn’t help but bend to. I rocked back against his mouth and hand until I completely lost it.

  He pulled his fingers from me and I felt his lapping tongue as he seemed to drink me in. I shuddered and moaned.

  “Gawd,” he breathed, and I was dimly aware of the sound of a zipper coming down. “No, no not here.” He pulled me up to my unsteady feet and with a little coaxing he had me out of my dress. “There’s a mirror.” He directed me over to it as he was kicking off the slacks and briefs he had been wearing. “You’re going to watch me fuck you.”

  He pressed my hands on either side of the mirror and before my vision cleared I felt him pick up my hips, the head of his cock found my entrance. A sharp upward thrust and he was in me. The difference in our heights made it slightly awkward, so he picked me up and spread my legs so I could see just what it looked like for his cock to be spreading me apart.

  I wrapped my arms back around his neck and took in the sight of us. He had me pinned with his eyes through the mirror. It became less about the throbbing cock that was sawing in and out of me, but about the man. “You’re going to come again,” he informed me. “Do it.” It was a command that I couldn’t immediately follow but I reached down a hand to stroke my engorged clit. The attention he had given it before had it sensitive and I couldn’t help the whine that started with each moan.

  The combined rhythm of his cock and my hand eventually became too much for me. I couldn’t watch myself come; I was too caught up in the feeling, so I didn’t see the gush. But the pleased noise he made seemed to indicate that it was enough. He pulled out and pressed my back to the mirror; I felt the cold of the glass and the dampness of my come before I felt his cock plunge into me again.

  “I have been waiting too long for this,” he growled at me. “This cunt isn’t going to be enough to satisfy me.”

  He pulled out of me again and we found our way back to the bed. I felt the probing dampness of his fingers against the tight rim of my ass. I was still putty from the last orgasm he forced me through and there wasn’t much resistance to the thickness of his finger. The pressure was something new I couldn’t grasp, but he used my juices to work another finger in.

  “I’ve never,” I managed to gasp. I was afraid.

  “I will go slow.” His voice held promise. The pressure of his fingers left my ass and I felt the thickness of his slick cock replace them. I held my breath and with the promised slowness, I felt him start to press into me.

  The fullness was indescribable. He didn’t leave me with just that; he began to move, his thrusts were at a slow pace until it wasn’t enough. “Fuck,” I cried out. “I need more, please!"

  His pace increased until it was near punishing. I was surprised by how good it made me feel. A questing hand came around my hip and soon he was fucking my ass and my pussy. The fingers inside me curled like they had before and it was as if he pushed a switch. I fell apart. There was nothing keeping me together after that.

  “Fuck,” came out of him sounding like praise and I felt the hot streams of his come against the small of my back.

  How was I not numb to it? Did I still have nerve endings? Everything seemed like a haze. I was barely able to keep my eyes open.

  “Come on.” He picked me up and carried me to the head of the bed. I was carefully tucked into the bed and he came around the other side to curl against m
e. “Are you still with me?” His fingers combed through my hair. “You aren’t going to be selfish and roll over after all that, are you?”

  “I think you might have literally fucked my brains out,” I snorted. “I’m going to have to call my boss and tell him I can’t come back to work.”

  “I’m sure.” His voice was a low purr as he began to trail kisses over my face. “If you fuck him like you do me, you’ll have him wrapped around your little finger.”

  “Oh good,” I sighed against him. “I think that might make us even.”

  Epilogue

  Geoffrey — Six Months Later

  I had managed to talk her into coming over to the house again; our relationship was a secret no one else knew about. As painstaking as it was, I wasn’t willing to let go of her. I wanted her too much and it seemed like every time I was with her I got more addicted. So, as soon as I saw an opening I couldn’t help but take advantage of it.

  I went to work to make an impression. I got a bottle of champagne and I called her over for a romantic dinner. Both of which she enjoyed immensely. “You said you had good news.” She pursed her lips at me. “I hope it is because this is a risk that has to be worth it.”

  “You are free to come and go here.” I put a key on the table. “At any and all hours that you please.”

  She looked down at the key, then back to me. “Trevor will find out and I don’t want to ruin this.”

  I corrected her. “He’s out of town. A business trip came up that was completely in his area of expertise. He’ll be gone for two weeks.” I took her hand and brushed a kiss against her knuckle. “So, you have nothing to worry about.” I hoped she got the hint. I had been having fantasies lately of her coming into my room in the dead of night and waking me up to the fact that she had been naughty.

  “I can come and go as I please for the next two weeks?” Her eyes were sparkling and I could see the eagerness there. She leaned in close to me. “What if I want to come now?”

  “I guess I’ll have to get to work on that.” I picked her up and threw her over a shoulder. I got the reaction I wanted and knew that for the next two weeks this beautiful sexual woman would be here, riding me relentlessly. It all would start now.

  As soon we hit my bedroom I set her down and began to strip her, sliding off the slacks that hugged her ass a little too tightly. “Every man at the office has been keeping their eyes on this ass,” I growled at her. “But this ass is mine.”

  “It is,” she agreed. “But I like to be looked at.” She gave me a teasing grin as she bent over the end of the bed, her ass up in the air waiting for that spanking.

  I got the paddle out and because I was far too eager, I gave her licks in quick succession, five was all I managed. Once I threw the paddle to the other side of the room, I put my hands under her arms and dragged her up to the head of the bed. She rolled over on her back and looked up at me with eyes that I could drown in. “That’s all I get?”

  “I am by no means done with you.” I took both of her wrists and after some maneuvering I had them secured with a pair of cuffs I had fitted there specifically for her. “I am just getting started.” I dove between her thighs. I feasted on her pussy until she started to buck, her thighs trying to keep me in place as I knew I was stroking the spot that would make her explode.

  I pulled back, licking my lips as I considered the next means of torment. I decided without a care that I would thrust into her for the heaven of having her tightness wrapped around me. Her muscles flutter and I could see her brows raise as she drew enjoyment from it. I dug my fingers into her hips and began to pound into her.

  I had to pull out as the strangling hold she had on my cock started to become too much. I was too close to coming and I could tell from the frustrated whine she let out that she wasn’t far off, too. I took a breather for myself, but I didn’t hesitate to reach between her thighs to tease her clit until she was bucking against my hand.

  When I pulled away she started to curse me. “Stop teasing!”

  “I’m sorry.” I held a hand close to my ear, acting as if I hadn’t heard her. “Did you want something?”

  “I need to come.” She sounded desperate. “Please, please,” she implored sweetly. “I need it, please.”

  My cock throbbed and I toyed with the idea of edging both of us along a little further. As much as she complained, I pressed my fingers into her cunt and began to thumb her clit; the reward would be worth it when I finally let us both come. Her begging was broken by a moan as I rammed my fingers into her. “Not yet,” I told her.

  Her thighs locked around my wrist and she persisted to grind herself against my hand. I couldn’t help but laugh as I pried her legs apart and got my hand free. I gave her hip a hard slap. “Nice try. You do that again and you can watch me come instead.”

  She made an angry noise and I couldn’t help but laugh more at her. But I knew I wasn’t going to be able to ride this out for too much longer. There was nothing wrong with giving in. This time when I pressed into her I laid against her, pressing our chests together. Despite my earlier warning, her legs still locked around my hips. I didn’t bother to break her hold on me. I enjoyed the feel of her body against mine, the flexing muscles tightened to the point of nearly blinding me.

  It was like her cunt didn’t want to let me pull out either. But I kept thrusting, despite how she strangled me. I pressed a hand between us and I gave her clit the final few tweaks that pushed her over that edge. She gushed around me, crying out as if I had given her a gift.

  Her back arched up and I rode it out until I couldn’t hold off anymore. It was all too much, to the point all I could do was explode. I stayed on her, in her. I couldn’t find the nerves required to pull out. I did reach up to free her hands. They came around my neck and I turned us onto our sides.

  Her hands petted me, soothing all the aches that started to catch up with me. It was a struggle to not drop off with the fingers curling through my hair. “I love doing this to you.” I gave her ass a slap.

  “I love letting you do all these things to me.” Her lips skirted across my neck.

  I felt her teeth sink in and I couldn’t help but hiss with how good it felt, “I love you.”

  The nibbles and the petting stopped. She shifted us until I was on my back, then moved to lean over me. I had a knot in my throat looking at her and waiting for her to say something. Her fingers curled up against my jaw and I thought for a second I was going to drown in her eyes.

  “I love you, too.” She said in a whisper. I didn’t know how we would tell our families, but I was never going to let her go.

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