“Stop,” I murmured into his mouth as I tried, but not too hard, to push him away. “We can’t. It’s –”
“Wrong?” he asked as he broke from the kiss, leaving me feeling empty and unfulfilled.
“Yes. Wrong.” I tried not to look into his eyes. I didn’t want to see the lust and hunger burning within them because I knew it mirrored my own. “We need to stop. You know we do.”
“No I don’t.” He shook his head. “Do you know how badly I’ve longed for this moment with you? To steal a kiss. To feel the warmth of your skin against mine? You made me feel this way. You made me want you. You did that, not me. Don’t pretend you haven’t been sneaking around when I’ve come back from a run or the gym. And don’t deny that you deliberately wear those sexy strappy heels around the house when you could just as easily wear flats.”
“So, now this is my fault?” I ask. How could he even say that? The wetness and aching need I’d felt between my legs started to fade as I got angry with him. How dare he blame me? He came onto to me. The bastard!
Not that he didn’t have a good point, though.
He must have sensed a shift in my mood because he started to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand. His soft skin felt so comforting against my flesh. When he stopped, I felt an almost palpable sense of loss as he withdrew his hand. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his hand and forced it to cup my breast, squeezing my own hand over it so I could feel my rock hard nipple grazing against his palm.
The ache between my thighs had already returned and I moaned softly as he continued to caress and crush my breast in a series of delicate then firm rhythms, carefully orchestrated to arouse me. And arouse me they did. Beyond anything I had ever thought possible.
With his free hand, he guided mine to the hardness that threatened to burst from his pants. Like a pulsing, writhing animal, it twitched and jerked as my hand traced its length before cupping the bulging head at its tip. It was quite a thrill to know that it was my touch and mine alone, that had him so fully aroused. I loved the feeling of power, although I knew he was also enjoying feeling that he had the power over me. He was the alpha male, after all, claiming what was his.
“You want that, don’t you?” he asked with his lips brushing my sensitive earlobes.
“I don’t…”
“Don’t want to?” he finished my sentence for me, his warm breath tickling me ear.
“I don’t want to.” I tried to be firm but my body betrayed me as my nipples threatened to burst through the wet top I was wearing.
“I don’t want to—” he let the words hang in the air.
“I don’t want to, Daddy.”
“That’s better. Don’t make me remind you again or there will be consequences” He punctuated his command with a hard slap on my ass. It stung, but felt so good at the same time.
“Say it again,” he growled softly in my ear.
“I don’t want to, Daddy.” But my words were hollow. I was breathless. My heart pounded in my chest like it was going to burst. My knees trembled and threatened to give way on me. It felt so wrong. And I was enjoying that feeling.
I felt his hard cock pulse against my belly.
“I want take you right now, stretch you and fill you up with that cock. I want you to know what you’ve been missing out on and always remember that mine is the best cock you’ve ever had.”
I looked him in the eyes and nodded. It was all I could do. I wanted him to take me. Even though I knew it was totally wrong, I wanted to be taken by him, then and there. My legs parted involuntarily and I pressed myself against his hardness. My shirt wasn’t the only thing that was dripping wet.
“Can we at least go to your room?” I pleaded.
“No. I want you here and I want you now,” he growled in a tone that didn’t invite debate on the subject. “I want that pert little ass of yours on the hood of my car while I slip the entire shaft of my cock inside that gorgeous, wet and oh-so-tight pussy of yours.”
My hands braced against the very cold, wet steel of the hood. “It’s so cold.” I didn’t mean to sound so lame while he was going all alpha male on me, but that’s all I could think to say.
“Do I look like I give a fuck? Every time you wash and polish my car from now on, I want to think of how your firm, cute little ass polished my hood while I slammed your tight pussy like there was no tomorrow.”
I shivered slightly, turned on by his aggressive tone and the menacing look in his hooded eyes. He was so dominant and so fucking hot that, in that moment. I couldn’t resist him. I knew, then, that I was going to be slammed hard on the hood of the Porsche by my boss. My Daddy boss.
But what was I even thinking? There was no going back if I let myself be impaled by my boss and here I am worrying about where he’s going to make me ride his fat cock. I really don’t think the where should have be my biggest concern.
Logan lifted me effortlessly onto the hood of his shiny Porsche Panamera and pushed my thighs apart roughly with his large, strong hands before sliding them up under my skirt to my panties. As he hooked his thumbs into the elastic, I stole a glance at his groin region and saw how much more aroused he was than before. He looked monstrously huge. I swallowed hard, trying not to think too much about how I was going to accommodate him without ripping something apart deep inside me.
“You want that, don’t you?” he demanded more than asked.
“Yes.” I gulped and lifted my ass up so he could slide my panties down.
The ice cold steel of the hood was bracing against my now naked flesh, but that only seemed to add to the excitement. I didn’t know what to call it, but I knew enough to know that it was a ‘thing’. Outdoor sex was a ‘thing’. I’d seen a lot of so-called romance books online that involved bosses, so I knew that was a ‘thing, too. Yeah, there were a whole lot of ‘things’ going on.
“Get it out,” he commanded.
His tone was dominant and demanding, so I wasted no time reaching down and unzipping his pants so he could shimmy out of them, leaving him in only his boxers and a, now unrestrained, erection that made his underwear look like a circus tent.
“Touch it,” he snapped impatiently.
Through the silky fabric of his boxers I could feel the length and ample girth of his hardened, throbbing member. Every movement of my fingers brought about a delicious and satisfying pulse in my hand. I was doing that. Me. He was hard and ready to explode. For me!
Without waiting for him to tell me, I pulled down on his boxer shorts, allowing his massive cock to spring free so I could see it in all its glory for the first time. It was beautiful. Truly magnificent and I only hoped I was worthy of such a stunning piece of equipment.
For an older guy I really hadn’t expected to see a cock worthy of a guy half his age. The blood gorged head was shiny and positively delicious. It sat atop a long, thick shaft with a network of pulsing veins adding to the amazing spectacle.
“This isn’t the first boner I’ve had for you, you little prick teasing bitch and it won’t be the last.”
I fisted a handful of his hair and pulled his face to mine, then kissed him hard and deep. I loved it when he talked dirty but I was too breathless with excitement to say anything. But I could show him as I sought his tongue hungrily with mine.
“Now, I’m gonna warm you up and stretch you out so you’re ready for the best piece of cock you’re ever gonna get,” he cooed, breaking off the kiss before I was ready, leaving my mouth feeling empty and wanting.
I shivered with anticipation as he traced a line up the inside of my thigh with the knuckles of his thick, strong fingers. I held my breath as he reached the mound of my sex and paused, teasing me with pleasure and threatening to violate me, at the same time.
Opening my legs wider, I showed him that I was ready to be explored, fully and deeply. As much as I knew how much he wanted me and thrived on dominating me, I wanted him more, but I couldn’t seem too keen or I’d spoil the precious moment. I needed him to take me lik
e the strong, billionaire alpha male that he so clearly was.
Convulsions rippled through me from top to toes when his fingers brushed against my moist folds. I’d never felt such a longing before. For anything. It was like my pussy was hungry to be filled and I needed, yes, needed his fingers inside me. I could smell the aroma of my arousal and the way his nostrils flared, he could smell my scent, too.
“Finger me,” I pleaded. “Please ...Daddy.”
“I like it when you beg.” A smile played across his lips as he probed my slick inner folds with his middle finger, separating the lips with a squishing sound that, any other time, would have sounded disgusting. Not in this moment, though. It sounded like I was one horny, wet little nannie ready to be finger fucked by her dominant tycoon boss.
“Fuck, you’re dripping wet.” Logan brought his finger to his face and smelled my juices. He looked me in the eye and then proceeded to lick my aromatic nectar from his finger. “Delicious,” he said licking his lips in satisfaction. “You’re tasty when you’re horny.”
“Yes,” I squeaked, barely able to hold a coherent thought, least of all make conversation while my brother, while watching him savor the taste of my heated sex.
His eyes blazed with equal parts fury and raw lust at my mistake.
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked quickly to satisfy him.
“Next time, you’re gonna suck me and taste me, right? You’re gonna suck me dry like a thirsty little come guzzler.”
“Next time?”
“Oh, yeah, there’ll be a next time. You won’t be able to help yourself. Neither will I. But right now, I feel like my balls are about to burst and I want to be inside you when that happens. You’ll have to wait to find out what my cock tastes like in your sweet little mouth.”
Logan began to insert his finger into my tight opening, the steady flow or my natural juices easing his passage as he worked his way up to the first knuckle.
“Daddy,” I mewl as I claw his rock hard pecs with my salon buffed nails.
“That’s a good girl. You get a small reward for talking the way your daddy likes.” He started to massage the swollen nub of my clit with his thumb, sending waves of exhilaration rippling through to my very core. I’d never felt anything like it. The more he massaged it, the more sensitive it became.
Panting like a bitch on heat, I tensed my legs and curled my toes back as I felt a wave of something completely foreign start to build up inside me to the point that I didn’t care about anything but my own pleasure. “Please don’t stop, Daddy,” I begged. I felt like I’d die if he stopped and took this pleasure away from me.
“That’s it, come like a little bitch. My little bitch. You only come for me from now on. Got it?”
“Yes. Yes. Just you. Only …” I couldn’t finish. The wave of orgasm crashed through me and ripped me from reality into a place of sheer passion and pleasure.
As it passed and I regained my ability to speak and breath once more, I looked down to see that Logan had pretty much plunged all finger into my dripping wet, post come cunt.
When he withdrew them, I saw they were glistening and soaked from my mind blowing come. He brought his hand to my mouth and smeared my lips with my own juices before crushing his lips over mine. We kissed feverishly, each devouring the taste of my come like it was the sweetest honey.
I liked how he felt inside me, but I was still worried about how I was going to take his fat cock without splitting open.
“Are you ready to take this?” he said, as his throbbing and twitching cock danced hungrily against my leg.
With that, he slid his ring finger inside me, along with his index finger, stretching me so much it hurt, yet it also felt good at the same time. Now I know what a fucking bowling ball feels like, but I don’t want to think about that too much, right now, or I’ll start to laugh and spoil the moment.
Looking at his engorged dick as he finger fucked me, I imagined that I was taking its full and generous length deep inside me. It looked so…primal. There’s no other word for it. Hard as a rock, a network of veins pulsating with blood surround the thick shaft and at the end, an enormous, swollen head that’s so tight, it looked shiny, like it was wet.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, but I couldn’t let him know that. He seemed to like me being scared of it and afraid of what we’re doing. It turned him on. I could sense it, so I played along for his benefit. And mine.
“No. No…I can’t, Daddy,” I pleaded. “It’s too big. I just know it’s going to hurt. I’ve never been with a guy as big as you. Besides, you’re my boss. We shouldn’t go any further.”
“Daddy,” he snapped angrily. “I’m not your boss right now and you’re not gonna prick tease me and leave me wanting. Not now. Not ever.”
My eyes widened at his words. He thinks he shocks me as he mistakes my clawing need to be fucked by him as shock or disgust. If only he knew. I try to push him away, my tiny hands powerless against his thickly muscled chest, all the while, my body aches to be taken by him, to be used by him. Pounded mercilessly.
“Come here.” He brushed my hands away effortlessly and pulled me toward him, closer to that hungry, ravenous looking cock as he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. To keep them from falling, I cross my feet and rested them in the small of his back, my heels digging slightly into his firm, naked butt.
He snakes one arm around my neck and reefs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Don’t you dare try to stop me, you little slut. You’re gonna take it like you want it. And you’re gonna come on daddy’s cock like the horny little minx that you are.”
As I stared at him defiantly, I sensed he became even more aroused. He liked me showing a bit of spunk. I couldn’t help myself, I looked down once more at the huge, glistening head that was brushing against the dripping lips of my pussy. The taught skin of the big purple crown was awash with my arousal, there was no hiding the fact that I was wet and ready for him.
Pulling me closer to the very edge of the hood, he used his other hand to guide his massive weapon into my tight opening. I gasped at the pain and tried to pull back to give me some time to get used to it, but he wasn’t in the mood to be patient. With an almighty thrust, he rammed it home, right to the hilt, not so much fucking me but impaling me with the full length of his steel-like shaft.
Even with the pain, I felt a twinge of pleasure as the head struck something sensitive deep inside me and I involuntarily pulled him closer with my legs, burying him even deeper inside me. That set him off and he began to piston his cock in and out rough and fast. There was no stopping him, now. I knew he wasn’t going to withdraw or use any protection. He was going to slam me bareback and empty his swinging ball sack inside of me, and that was that.
“Come on my cock,” he said wildly, his eyes ablaze with lust and unrestrained desire. “Come on my fucking cock!”
As his balls slapped against my ass, I could feel my orgasm building and I wanted to come on him as much as I wanted him to burst inside me with his hot load. As much as I wanted it to last, I lost control as I watched his thick shaft pump in and out. The wet, frantic sound it made, the intoxicating smell of my own sex and the slapping of our flesh as he pounded me, were too much.
“Yes! Yes! I’m coming. Don’t stop. Let me come Daddy. Please let me come!” I screamed as he pressed his hand over my mouth to silence me. The smell and taste of my cunt on his fingers had the opposite effect and I screamed into his hand as I let my orgasm erupt through me. “Oh my fucking God …”
“That’s right, Megan. Come on me. Be my little cum slut. Who’s little cum slut are you?”
“Yours Daddy,” I wailed as I continued to erupt. It felt like it was never going to end. My heels dug into his butt but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything right now but the wild sensation coursing through every inch of my body.
“Oh, fuck,” he screamed, apparently no longer concerned with us being heard or seen by the neighbors. �
�Feel me come. I want you to feel my hot fuck inside your tight little cunt!”
“Yes, I want it. Give it to me Daddy,” I panted, breathless and still in the throes of my own orgasm. “I want it. Fill me with your creamy load! Mark me as your little cum slut with your hot fuck! I want your seed to fill my slutty cunt.”
Dirty talk—that did the trick. After a few frantic jackhammer thrusts, I could feel him shoot what felt like a massive load inside me, squirting deep, pump after pump. Each time he pulsed, I did my best to get a bit of a contraction happening down there, milking every last drop out of him. He shivered ecstatically each time his throbbing head pulsed and I squeezed it in reply.
Then he buried himself all the way to his balls and surrendered himself to the final spurt of his orgasm with his back arched and his head skyward, moaning and rolling his eyes. Now that’s a ‘come face’ I’ll not forget in a hurry.
When we finally got our breath back and Logan withdrew his still twitching cock from my sore but satisfied opening, spilling his milky seed down my inner thighs and onto the hood of his car. Next time and there will be a next time, I’m going to make him lick me clean when he’s done. I think I can get Mr. Kane to do just about whatever I want. He just doesn’t know it yet. But he will. I just have to let him think he’s the dominant one in control, for now.
He’s turned this coy little domestic servant into an insatiable, cock hungry vixen. And we all know that once you let the genie out of the bottle, you can’t put it back in.
Chapter 3
“Megan, we need to talk?” he said, his authoritative tone at odds with the gentle knock on my bedroom door.
Pretending to be busy reading my Kindle instead of a fawning, love struck puppy, I invited him in.
“Sure, come on in,” I said while pretending to read to my paragraph break before looking up at him. “What’s up?”
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