Daddy's Virgin Bride

by Nikki Bella

  “I knew there was something I liked about you and I think you just touched on what it is. Fuck…this isn’t possible and yet the proof is in the way I’m coming unglued.” She moaned, throwing her head back, but this was what I was waiting for. Letting go of me left my cock ready for more than what her fingers could do.

  She gyrated against my face, holding me in place with her hands on the top of my head like she thought that I was going to leave her at the moment of her release. There was no way I could do that and it was way too much fun to play her body like a musical instrument. I knew which chords to strum to make the kind of music which could only be heard by the two of us.

  I stood up without warning, finding her swaying on her feet and I turned her around with my lips on the nape of her neck. My anxious libido was pressed up behind her and then I was rewarded by her bending over. I was fighting fire with fire. I was willing to do just about anything to get a taste of her.

  “I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” I shut her up by putting my hand over her mouth and spreading her out with two fingers from the other hand. My cock was engorged and I held my breath to see one of the wonders of the universe staring me in the eyes.

  “If you don’t mind, I need a moment and it’s not every day a man like me has a woman like you. I’m trying to not ask the question, but I think I need to know the reason why you want me in your life.” I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to pull at that thread and I had no idea how she was going to answer the question posed.

  I was moving the knob up and down the slick lips before the initial penetration

  “Don’t be silly and we both know how this came about. If you need confirmation about my feelings then let actions speak louder than words.” She grabbed me and guided me with a gentle touch until I was balls deep in the sweetest and tightest little hole. Each time I was with her there was nothing more enticing than seeing her take my cock.

  I was begging her not to go with my arms wrapped around her and I only had to dip low to find every inch being serviced in a way that didn’t seem fair. It was like tiny fingers vibrating along my shaft and making the hairs stand on end.

  “We’re both cut from the same cloth and I don’t care if I’m not good enough for you. I’m sure a lot of guys feel the same way about the woman they are with. You could easily be a trophy wife, but I don’t see you using your body to get what you want. I see the way your lips hold me tight and the wetness covering me. I’m reminded that you could do a whole lot better than me.” She was taking long hard strokes which were making her stand on her toes on every inward thrust. The loud smack against her bottom courtesy of my hand made her jump and give off a squirt along the length of my manhood.

  “Do it again and this time don’t be so gentle.” She was a woman after my own heart and my handprint became something of a tattoo on her skin. She was feeding on it and I was taking my pleasure from the way that she would groan in response.

  “You are too much and no man should be able to resist a woman like you. I shouldn’t be expected to last long, but I feel I owe it to my gender to give you the kind of stamina you deserve.” I was rapidly closing in on the plateau of my pleasure, but I wasn’t going to do anything until she found her own little death.

  “Yes… It’s coming… It’s almost…here… AHHHHHH.” She was contained for the moment and the way that her body was taking no prisoners had me struggling to remain in the saddle.

  I wasn’t feeling right and I had a high fever burning south of the equator. I wanted to last longer, but the way that she was squeezing the living daylights out of me was enough to make any man stumble over his own 2-feet. She took me away on the wings of pleasure and there was no better sound than a woman breaking the sound barrier.

  I let loose with several shots of creamy jizz. I was holding her tight against me while making the loudest moan of arousal I had ever made in my life. I sounded like an animal mating in the wild.

  I was completely out of it and I fell back not realizing the chair was going to break my fall. She climbed into my lap and put her head on my shoulder with the remnants of my release drizzling down the inside of her thighs.

  I did have a brief discussion with her father in person and we came to a tenuous peace. Trust was something that was going to have to be built over time, but I didn’t want to lose my best friend.

  We did tell him about the both of us and he was understandably ready to throw down the gloves. Samantha was the one who convinced him this was out of his hands. He was going to be mad for quite some time and it was going to take me a little while to get over his betrayal. We would eventually come together after learning of my impending fatherhood and what was going to be his first grandchild.

  I sold the penthouse, getting a hefty sum from a market ripe with buyers looking to break into the real estate game. I found the perfect place to raise a family with a water view and steps to the beach. We signed the papers and received the keys within a week of seeing the place.

  I felt at peace for the first time in my life and she was already showing after only a short few weeks of being with child. She was behind me in the kitchen baking cookies with the smell of chocolate drawing me to her until my arms were cinched and I was on my knees giving her bare belly sweet kisses.

  Her father found a loophole and was in the process of rebuilding his campaign, but this time he was going after a senator seat in Congress.

  We had found a slice of paradise and her family was only one call away. It wasn’t the ideal way, but I was never one to do things the easy way. The reward was worth the risk for the both of us.

  Tame Me Boss (Bonus Book)

  Chapter 1

  Nathaniel

  Fuck, I thought as the first rays of sunlight hit me.

  Why did my right arm suddenly feel numb and my head like it was being hammered from left and right?

  Oh, that’s right, I got wasted last night.

  And the hammering was probably coming from the Smiths apartment.

  What was the point of paying a hefty amount of rent every month if I still had to get up every other month to the sound of builders, redecorating the apartment to whatever new edition “American Homes” Mrs. Smith was reading to nowadays?

  I turn my attention back to my right arm, where a blonde woman seemed to be having the sleep of her life.

  Well, that explains the numbness in my right arm.

  The sound of a message popping up on my phone jolted me back to the reality from trying to remember the blonde’s name.

  Oh well, that can be done another time.

  Stacy’s name on my phone gives me another reminder that I needed to get my ass out of this bed and to the office.

  Being the boss certainly did give me more than a few privileges such as all the best looking secretaries, but sometimes being the boss also meant getting to work on time on a Monday when financers were coming for their monthly ‘bore everyone to death” meetup.

  Alright, Nate, I think as I try to get my hand from out of under my sleeping companion, but before I could do it, the icy blue eyes smile back at me lazily.

  Now I know why she’s in my bed, as she pulls my face closer to us.

  ”Where do you think you’re going? ”, she asked all the while pulling me closer.

  “Nowhere”, as I close the distance between us.

  Screw work.

  I am the boss. I get to walk in whenever I want.

  Chapter 2

  Alexis

  Damn this skirt, I think as I pull on my black pencil skirt.

  Well, this is what happens, Alexis when you wear your five feet two inches roommate’s skirt.

  Why did I think it was a good idea to throw away my two black interview skirts?

  Oh, that’s right, my ex-boyfriend thought they were hideous.

  Funny listening to a man’s opinion that spent all his days lounging on my couch and playing World of Warcraft.

  Oh well, I hope he is happy with his online buddies who pro
bably can sleep with him and make his stupid “mom’s secret recipe pasta”.

  What was I even thinking? Secret pasta recipe!

  And what is with this elevator and the huge line?

  Some huge company this is which can’t have more than one working elevator?

  “Excuse me, ma’am, can you move?” I turn around to see a forty something short portly man in a gray suit hobbling from one foot to another.

  “No I cannot move, I am waiting to go up”, I reply back while trying to handle my CV, water bottle, and my handbag.

  “I can see that, but you are obviously standing in the wrong line. This elevator is only for the first two floors which have the eating area of the entire building. And judging from your CV,” he says pointing towards the file I was holding in my hand, “You are not applying for a job as a waitress I presume?” he finishes as-a-matter-of-factly.

  “That’s the elevator for the offices of Dunlow”, he points towards another set of the elevator which had a steady stream of men in business suits and ladies in the latest YSL.

  Great. Just great I think as I move away from the long line without saying a word to the man.

  Why was there such a long line for restaurants at 10 in the morning?

  New York folks, don’t have a proper sleeping pattern and apparently neither do they have a proper eating one either.

  The man in gray was still giving me one of the long searching looks.

  He must think I am an idiot.

  I walk into one of the elevators and press the button for the sixth floor.

  Here it goes, I say under breath as the elevator starts to climb up.

  Chapter 3

  Nathaniel

  I look down at my phone which still was still popping notifications ever since Stacy’s text about today’s meeting.

  Yes, Arthur, I know I am a couple of hours late for a very important meeting, but there was no need to send an email and cc all the heads of the departments.

  Stupid, idiot I say under my breath as I pushed the button to the sixth floor after pushing through a throng of people, which by the way for a Monday morning were just a little bit too much.

  I look back at my phone’s screen as the messages and emails continued to flood in.

  Damnnnnnn Arthur, there was no need to send an office email about office timings. You aren't the great grandfather time of Dunlow.

  I sigh as I take a look around the elevator.

  Two men with salt and pepper beards were trying their best to avoid eye contact with me and one was pretending to read a milk advert again and again.

  I hope that milk advert gives you some calcium intake, I think to myself as the elevator finally stops at sixth.

  I wait for the door to open and am immediately greeted by an exasperated Arthur, who from the look of it, looked like either the company had gone down the drain or that somebody had just told him that his weekly golf with the rest of the losers in accounts had been canceled.

  “Nathaniel where have you been all morning?” Arthur asks me half laughing, half crying.

  “In my bed”, I reply back with a smirk as I walk towards my office.

  Chapter 4

  Alexis

  “Hey, I am here for the job interview,” I ask a blonde receptionist with winged eyeliner so edged it could kill.

  The receptionist raises one eyebrow, gives what I can assume is a full body scan and points a red painted nail towards the left where beyond glass doors, sofas were occupied by men and women, dressed to the nines, clutching files just like me.

  “Thanks”, I say as I make my way to the double glass doors emblazoned with Dunlow.

  Walking in I sit down next to a dark haired girl in a really smart gray business suit who was busy typing away on her phone.

  I took a look around, to survey my competition. Everyone looked fresh of the Ivy League boat with slicked back hair and looking like a million dollars.

  Funny, if they already had a million dollars why were they applying for a job here.

  Meanwhile my skirt was trying its best to ride itself, up my thighs and all I could do to stop the beach blonde sitting right across from me, was to cover them with the files, which was in fact not that great of a cover up.

  "You here for the job also?” the dark hair girl next to me asks.

  I nod and reply with a smile.

  “Alexis Strope”, a woman in a thick bun called out.

  “Yeah, here,” I reply half getting up while trying to keep my skirt in check.

  “Right this way,” the woman points to a brown polished door.

  I take a deep breath as I push open the doors.

  Chapter 5

  Nathaniel

  ‘Mr Dunlow your 10 o clock is here”, Stacy’s voice brings me back from my morning endeavors.

  “Send them in”, I say wondering who exactly my 10 o clock was.

  Halfax, of course as Stephen Halfax walks in.

  Well there goes my next two hours.

  “Hey Nate, how is it going?” Stephen says in usual “I am surprised you are here” manner.

  “The usual, last Monday of the month, meetings and of course Arthur giving himself an early heart attack perhaps,” I say enthusiastically.

  “Sounds like you have got a lot going on”, Stephen says while helping himself to some drinks.

  “Well I do, but since you are here might as well waste time and do nothing about it,” I say hoping he might get a hint.

  “Ah well, the things a man has to do to keep the company going, no one will ever understand,” Stephen says making himself comfortable on the couch in the office.

  “Mr. Dunlow I am so sorry but Mr. Ash needs to talk to you immediately”, Stacy says with a look of utmost annoyance on her face.

  “Well if Arthur wants to see me, Arthur can come to my office and talk to me about it,” I reply.

  “Well sir”, Stacy says emphasizing on the word sir, “He needs to see you, immediately”.

  I roll back my head and get up.

  “Sorry Steve got to go and handle Arthur, can’t have the man putting himself in an early grave”, I say as I make my way to the door “I need him to run the company”

  “Yes, yes you go and do what you have to do. I’ll be out on my way too right after this”, he says showing me the glass of drink in his hand.

  I whisper thanks to Stacy on my way out of the door.

  I have got to give her a Christmas bonus, I say to myself as I make my way to a make believe emergency meeting with Arthur.

  “What is with all these extras walking around the office today”, I ask one of the office secretaries.

  “It is hiring season. Got interviews going on today”, she replies.

  “Interviews huh”, I say as I think back to how all the new candidates always ended up in my bed, for a seat at the boss’s desk.

  “We have a lot of potential this time around”, she continues, bringing me back from my day dreaming.

  “They always do”, I say as I make my way back to my office, hoping Steven had has his monthly fill of my drinking cabinet.

  Chapter 6

  Alexis

  “So how was it?” Jess asks while trying to balance on one foot.

  “Could have gone loads better had it not been for your skirt”, I reply back as I sink into the couch.

  “Girl why you blaming my skirt, blame your stupid ass boyfriend and yourself for listening to him”, she says.

  “Ughhhhhhhhhhh’, I roll back my head as Jess starts chanting to go along with her morning yoga ritual.

  “Why are you up anyway? Didn’t you like have a late night, last night?” I ask Jess.

  “I did, but I have an off today, so I decided to get a head on with today”, she says with a smile.

  “It is people like you that make people like me look bad”, I say as I slide further down the couch.

  “Hey I didn’t ask you to have a fancy ass college degree and an impressive CV”, she says with her eyes closed. “Y
ou can just stop this and start living like me”.

  “Right. Of course”, I say.

  I kick my heels off and think back to when things were not so hard.

  To be honest things had never exactly been so hard for me.

  Academically I might not have been an honor student, but I wasn’t exactly down the ladder either.

  I had good grades and got into all the colleges I applied into.

  I never had any trouble in the boy department either which made it harder for me to have girlfriends.

  It wasn’t that I stole their boyfriends or distracted them; I just had an easy time talking to them. I never gave them a second thought that I wanted to drag them into my bed, I just had a way of talking with people, which usually didn’t work out well if the person happened to be someone’s boyfriend.

  I wasn’t exactly the hot and sexy type that had all the boys falling head over heels in love with me, but I wasn’t so bad looking either, at least according to my mother.

  I took after both my parents. I had my mother’s auburn hair, that I wore down to my waist and I took my height from my father.

  At five feet nine, I was the stuff models were made of.

  “Hey you want to go get a drink?” Jess asked bringing me back to reality.

  “It’s the middle of the day and besides don’t you have your weekly laundry to catch up to?’ I pointed towards a pile of dirty clothes at the foot of Jess’s bed.

  “Yes, but you look like you could use a drink.”

  “I look like I could use a job and pay the bills and maybe eat something else besides mac and cheese.”

  “Well you don’t have to eat mac and cheese every night, you could always nip down to the restaurant after hours and have a five star meal made of leftovers at the Grill House.”

  “I don’t want to nip down to the Grill House, It is on the other side of the town”, I reply back, mentally making a note to actually make a note to ask Jess to get me leftovers tomorrow.

  “Ashley doesn’t mind,” Jess says.

  “She and the others eat at the restaurant anyway everyday”.

  Ashley was Jess’s girlfriend, who was a hostess at the Grill House, one of SoHo’s classier options for food.