Daddy’s Dirty Boss

by West, Jade

  He let out a dirty laugh. “Nervous, are we?” he asked. “You look a touch intimidated, little one.”

  “I just didn’t imagine it being so big…” I admitted, then dared to reach out a hand.

  He took it tight in his and wrapped it right around the length of him, and it felt so strange to be feeling him as he worked my hand up and down.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Keep it nice and tight.”

  I felt weak and completely unskilled when he let go of my fingers and let me carry on. His hips bucked into my grip, just enough to shunt my arm back, and I tried my best. I really tried my best.

  I was so relieved when he let out a grunt and told me I was a good girl. The bloom of pride raced right through me, and my smile burned up bright.

  “Such pretty little fingers against my cock,” he told me, and I was so pleased he liked them.

  I wasn’t expecting it when he tugged my grip away and took another step forward. My eyes shot up to his and questioned, but his answer was purely a dirty grunt as he got himself into position.

  And then it made sense. He pulled me closer by my shoulders and spun me around enough on the dining table, flat on my back. And then further. Far enough that my head lolled back over the side, and he stepped on up.

  He pressed himself up against me. I could smell his flesh and feel the heat from him, and there were his balls, right by my nose. I wanted to nudge them, to taste them, but he shifted again. I was nervous afresh as he soothed me with a shhh and hooked his fingers in the corners of my lips.

  “I love to use my little slut’s mouths,” he said, and I swallowed. “I’m going to seriously fucking love using yours.”

  He didn’t hold back, stretching my mouth open wide and puffing out my cheeks, and it was such a weird feeling. So exposed, and open and naughty.

  “Show me your tongue,” he said, and I felt so dirty as I pushed it out for him. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Nice and fucking wet for me.”

  I couldn’t stop the spit building up. It was pooling in the back of my mouth as his fingers stretched and poked at me. He was trying me out, pressing on the back of my tongue and prodding to the back of my throat until I was retching up little gags. And he liked that. He really, really liked that.

  “Take them down nice and deep,” he growled, and pushed them back harder. I really did gag this time, enough that my belly tightened. “That’s it,” he prompted. “That’s my good little throat slut.”

  I wasn’t ready for the next time, or the time after that. He was fierce with his stretching and prodding, and my gagging was fierce to match.

  My eyes started watering as my throat started gurgling, and with my head lolled so far back the tears went running down backwards, and so did my spit. It bubbled and retched everywhere and I felt so bad but I couldn’t stop it, he controlled everything.

  I didn’t even realise my fingers were between my legs until he groaned and let out a stream of low curses.

  “Beautiful little bitch,” he whispered. “Such a beautiful little slut for me. Rub that horny little clit and show me how much you fucking like it.”

  So I did.

  I rubbed myself like I was at home in my bed, still gagging and struggling to take the jabs of his fingers as they pushed right to the back of my mouth and spread me wide.

  His balls were pressed to my forehead and his cock was stood proud above my face, and I liked that. I liked the heat from him, and the smell of him, and the grunts from him, and the way he was so brutal even for my very first time.

  I liked how naughty he made me feel, and how much he pushed me, and how he really did seem to believe I was a pretty one.

  I so badly wanted to be his pretty one. His good little girl. His dirty little slut.

  All of it.

  I wanted to be everything to him.

  My clit was sparking, still wet from his spit, and my face was such a mess with my own that I could barely see him above me. I was squirming on the table top, and it made him grunt deep sharp grunts and mash those balls tighter against me.

  “Now let’s give your throat the real fucking lesson,” he told me, and pulled his fingers free.

  I’d barely grabbed a decent breath to recover before he pulled my head back even further and lined his cock up with my mouth. I knew what was coming, but it didn’t stop the whimper. Didn’t stop the nerves at the thought of trying to take him.

  “Take a breath,” he grunted, and I did, just in time for him to push the head of his dick between my teeth.

  He pushed hard against my tongue and kept on going, angling right the way to the back where I retched and spluttered, but still he kept on going.

  “You can take it,” he told me. “Keep playing with that pretty little slit and swallow me deep.”

  I tried. I tried my best to keep my fingers strumming, even though I was blowing spit through my nostrils as he kept on shunting.

  “Feel the rhythm,” he growled, and with that he started. Back and forth, rocking on his hips and slamming right the way back, deeper and deeper to the back of my throat.

  And I let him.

  I let him fuck my mouth as hard as he wanted, gagging and spluttering and retching like a filthy little girl, and I circled my horny clit until my legs started tensing and my ass started wriggling against the table and my moans came out like weak little wants over and over.

  “Come for me,” he grunted, and I don’t think I could have stopped myself if I tried.

  He pulled his cock all the way out of me, leaving a thick stream of spit down my face as I jerked to my own little movements. My clit was alight, sparking like a crazy little bitch, and I couldn’t hold back the tremors, giving in to every dirty dream I’d ever known. I mewled like a little whore, and couldn’t stop myself writhing, and my face was so filthy and my pussy was so bare, and it was enough to burst. So much to burst.

  And I did.

  I let rip. I cried out and my legs thrashed and my fingers rubbed hard, and I came for him. Came for me.

  The man I adored was staring at me with a whole other world of darkness in his eyes as I caught my breath and rolled over just a little. His cock was still hard and huge, but his hand gestures were slower, soaking me in.

  I really wasn’t expecting him to bend into me hard, and I definitely wasn’t expecting him to lick up all the tears and spit from my face. It was dirty. Really dirty. I felt such a bad little girl with his tongue cleaning up my cheeks, and all my good girl manners told me it was naughty, but I couldn’t stop myself wanting it. It made me tickle with want for him.

  It was enough that I dropped every scrap of my good girl manners in that one heartbeat.

  I couldn’t hold back the requests anymore, not for a second. I was done for. Absolutely done for with the craving.

  “Now, please,” I whispered, because my whole pussy was aching for it. “Please, Mr Lindon, sir. Please take me.”

  “My fucking pleasure, little girl,” he grunted, and then he was there. Between my legs with his lips still glistening with my spit, slapping that heavy head of his dick against my fluttery clit.

  I cried out at the tenderness, squirming up at him for more. But he was strong in his motions, rubbing so hard against my pussy lips.

  “I’ve been looking fucking forward to this,” he told me, and the glint in the eyes was full of truth. “This really is my fucking present, not yours.”

  But it was mine.

  Oh hell, it was all mine.

  He let out another magnificent groan as he took another long look between my legs. “You’ve still got that delicious hymen stretched tight,” he said and I was burning up from inside out.

  I started just a little as I felt his thumb press inside just a tiny bit, and he let out a whole low moan that made my clit throb.

  “Absolutely fucking beautiful,” he told me. “Get ready, Faith, this is going to take your fucking breath away.”

  He wasn’t lying.

  Wasn’t lying as he lifted my l
egs apart and moved in close.

  Wasn’t lying as he told me to watch.

  I could barely breathe as his meaty cock touched me there.

  Nudged me there.

  It hurt in the very first second, just as soon as he started pushing. I let out an ow, but the pressure stayed on, and it felt so big. So raw. So crazy huge as he tried to open me.

  I thought that maybe he’d push and tear me in a flash, but he didn’t. He held his breath and stared down between my legs and took it so, so slow.

  “It would be a travesty not to savour you,” he said, and met my eyes. “An absolute travesty.”

  I couldn’t hold back the smile as he unbuttoned his own shirt and dropped it from his shoulders. He had a smatter of dark hair on his chest, and his stomach was solid, but it was his arms. The tightness of his arms as he gripped my hips and held me firm.

  He was absolutely incredible.

  I cried out as he pushed in harder, because it hurt. It really hurt.

  “Good girl,” he said, and I clenched my hands into fists to help me take it.

  His thumb brushed my clit and I cried out again.

  “And a little bit more,” he said, and pushed in again.

  It was so hot. So strained. So painful with each tiny movement.

  The pressure stayed on so firm and my eyes started to water all over again.

  “Beautiful girl,” he told me, and I loved his words. “Beautiful girl with such a beautiful gift, all for me.”

  I was so glad he felt this was a gift for him as much as me, because this was every present I’d wanted for years. I still couldn’t believe I was getting it, even now.

  And then I felt it.

  Felt the sudden pang inside me and I let out one long moan as he sank in all the way, and my whole body tensed, struggling to take him.

  It was sore, and stretched, and felt like he was all the way up into my belly.

  I could barely contain myself as he dropped his body down onto mine. He gave me a kiss, but this one was different, so gentle on the lips. This one meant something so good.

  I closed my eyes and held onto that moment. The moment he cared. The moment he was the man in my bedroom all those years ago reading me a story. The moment he was still the man I wanted to make so proud of me.

  He was still kissing me as he moved his hips, and I took it. I took all of it.

  I wanted all of it.

  His thrusts were so steady and strong, that even my sore pussy started to move to them. It hurt but it felt so right. So natural, I couldn’t hold back the movements of my own.

  “That’s it,” he whispered, with his mouth still so close to mine. “That’s a horny little girl for me. Show me how much you want it.”

  So I did.

  I did show him how much I wanted it. I looked him right in the eyes and moved myself to match him, and I took it. I took it all.

  I took it until he was the one losing it. Until he was the one jerking and hissing and struggling to hold it together.

  And then I felt him swell inside me.

  A beautiful swell of hardness.

  I felt the heat of him and knew that he was coming. Coming inside me.

  It was everything I’d wanted all at once.

  He was every fantasy I’d ever had as he pumped his gift inside me. The expression on his face was magical. The tension in his shoulders was a dream.

  The quickening of his breaths and his thrusts were my ultimate fantasy. The way he lost his control and took me so hard was my greatest wish in the world.

  And then he was done.

  His forehead pressed to mine as he caught his breath, and his cock was still deep inside me. I could feel it pulsing.

  “You are a truly amazing girl, Faith,” he said. “You took that so nicely.”

  I winced as he pulled out and pushed himself upright, and his stare was straight between my legs, his fingers exploring.

  It’s only when I propped myself up on my elbows that I saw the red of the blood for myself.

  “I really have taken you,” he said. “You’re not an innocent little virgin anymore.”

  I couldn’t hold back the grin.

  He was right. I wasn’t an innocent little virgin anymore.

  I was a grown up. A woman. His woman. Even if he didn’t know it yet.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Miles

  There was anything but remorse rushing through me as I helped my beautiful conquest up to her feet.

  Her thighs were tinged red with blood – a testament to her sacrificed innocence, and seriously fucking divine. It was such a filthy honour to have been the man to take it from her.

  Her fingers felt so right as they gripped mine and held tight, and it seemed the most natural thing to lead her upstairs to get showered. But seemingly not quite so much for her as for me.

  Her eyes were darting around the place all the way, as though she was Alice in Wonderland tumbling down the rabbit hole and not Faith Martin in the aftermath of taking her first pounding, but it only made me smile all the more. She made me smile all the more.

  There was a strange energy between us as I got the shower fired up and flowing, an unmistakeable buzz that thrummed down deep, and not just in my freshly stirring dick.

  This was something else. Something exhilarating in ways I couldn’t truly yet fathom. Something I was hungry to keep hold of and milk, even though I didn’t truly understand what it was.

  I laughed a little to myself when I realised just how fucking random my thoughts were spinning, and my sweet little girl laughed along with me.

  “What is it?” she asked, even though she was already giggling. “What’s funny?”

  I shrugged and beckoned her over to the shower cubicle. “Just savouring the moment,” I said, and that seemed to appease her.

  “I still can’t believe this is really happening,” she said when she was close, and there it was again. The beautiful innocence in her honesty. “I still can’t believe you gave me my birthday present.”

  “Maybe you’ll believe it’s really happening when I’ve given that little pussy a few more poundings,” I said, and she stopped in her tracks half under the water. “What?” I quizzed. “What’s with the pause?”

  She dithered at the answer, that perfect little trademark blush blooming up fresh on her cheeks.

  “Tell me,” I pushed again.

  Her eyes were so unsure when they met mine. And there was more there. Some kind of hope burning back at me through the nerves.

  Fuck, how I loved the hope in her sweet face burning back at me.

  “I just didn’t…” she began. “I just wasn’t sure we’d be… doing it again… I wasn’t sure you’d want to… I mean, I’ve never done it before and I might be crap and I –”

  She stopped speaking when I dropped my pants, eyes widening as I stepped on in after her, and there it was between us, my prick standing tall and ready for round two. But that wasn’t what I went in for. Not yet.

  I guided her under the stream until the flow ate her up, and then I tipped her face to mine.

  “You were perfect,” I told her, and meant it. “Absolutely fucking perfect. The most delicious little girl there could ever be.”

  She was clearly still trying to digest my praise when I grabbed the shampoo and started soaping her hair up. I positioned her every way I wanted, enjoying the shape of her delectable little form as I lathered her. Even though she was a big girl now, she was still a petite little darling up against me. Oh, such a perfect fucking treasure, ripe for the taking.

  “You were perfect too,” she said when she was facing away from me. “Really perfect, Mr Lindon.”

  “Why thank you, Miss Martin, I’m glad you enjoyed your first time experience.” I was laughing a little as I ran a thumb across her collar bone. “And don’t you think it’s about time you started calling me Miles?”

  She tensed up at that, as though it was another one of these crown jewels style honours I appeared to be dishing o
ut to her.

  “Miles?” she repeated. “I can call you Miles?”

  I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Not so much in the office, but out of it, you sure can.” My smile met her skin. “Unless I direct you otherwise, of course.”

  “Out of the office?” she repeated, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “So there’s really going to be an out of it?” She flashed me a look over her shoulder. “We’re going to do it again, I mean?”

  The girl’s excitement had my balls tightening so fucking hard. I had to pull my hands from her before I ended up stretching that perfect little cunt right there and then, opting to soap myself up instead.

  “Did you really expect it to be one single encounter?” I asked, turning the query back round onto her.

  Her eyes were on my hands as I worked body wash over my cock. “I just thought… I thought you were maybe just showing me… just for a first go…”

  “I won’t be able to keep my fucking hands off you,” I said and my voice was filth again. “I struggled enough the first time round, only now I’m fully aware what’s waiting for me under those pretty little panties. Believe me, I’m fucked to a whole other level with the temptation.” I showed her my finest smirk. “I’m pretty certain that means you’re well and truly fucked too, sweetheart. Just try to ward me off that delicious slit of yours.”

  Oh, her face. Her fucking face as I pushed myself up against her.

  My cock was against her belly, pressing hard. The water was a stunning fucking torrent of steam, holding us both.

  “The night’s not even through yet,” I told her. “Not even fucking close. You think I’m going to send you on home to Mummy and Daddy and your pretty pink bedroom after that little fucking gem downstairs? Think I’m going to wave you off with a cup of tea and a farewell before the office opens on Monday morning?”

  “I don’t know…” she stammered over the water. “I really don’t know what you want…”

  She was a contrast all the fucking time. The capable, sharp, confident young woman at work with such a solid grasp on helping the antiques world go round, and this one. The pretty little girl so sweet, so delicate, so fucking innocent even though I’d just torn her innocence down.