Father's Bestfriends: All Yours, Alpha Daddies

Claire's POV

“Boss requests your presence in his office, right now.” My colleague said and walked away.

Wasting no time, I stood up and went to his office. I knocked softly and entered. He sat on his chair, tie loosened,and if I had known any better I’d say he had sex in this office. "Close the door," he ordered. I complied and sat on the other chair in the room. He stared hard at me. "Your performance has dropped lately. Numbers are off, deadlines missed. Are you alright?"

I managed a smile. "Everything's fine, sir. Just a rough patch."

He took a deep breath. "You say everything is fine but you can’t even send a simple mail without making a mistake.By the end of the week, you'll be out of here, and that promotion? Well, it is going to someone else-someone hungrier.

By the time I thought of my mortgage and car payments, I blurted out, "I can do something. Tell me how I can improve my performance. I want that promotion.

He smirked, leaning closer. "Easy, as I want you on this desk, that is, bent over, while I fuck you hard telling you how I want to tie you up, make you beg for my cock in every hole, even choking you a little just to see those pretty eyes of yours water as I fill your mouth with my cum until you swallow every drop. And then the darkest would be watching you crawl to me after, covered in my cum, promising to be my slut in this office for life, after which I will make you head of whatever big department you want, and triple your pay."

Disgust hit me like bile. I stood up, shaking. 'No. Absolutely not. I am sorry but I'm happily married just like you."

'You are fired and I am not.' He said in a cool tone.

I stood there watching him but pride wouldn’t let me beg, so I slammed the door and walked out of the office.

As I drove home I cried my eyes out. I needed my husband, his arms offering some sort of comfort against this shitstorm. But pulling into the driveway, strange moans were leaking out from the open window of the living room. I crept to the curtain and peeked right in.

There was my husband. His ass cheeks was the first thing I saw and there seemed to be a lady under him. Her legs were tightly locked around his waist, with nails digging into his back as he pounded into her pussy

The air in my lungs seemed to have vanished,and tears clouded my vision. I slowly walked away and stepped back in my car.

I let my car drift without direction until the bright lights of a club attracted my attention. It was , then realized, why not lose myself in the noise, sink to the bottom of a bottle? And also cheat back…hopefully with a younger guy!

Inside, I struggled through the crowd and found the bartender, shots after shots of the tequila until I started to see double.

Then I caught sight of him across the room. A broad shouldered man, dark blond hair, and a well defined jawline.

He was younger but my eyes met his and I caught a glimmer of interest. Fueled by the alcoholic mind, I pushed through the noisey crowd to stand right next to him. “Buy me a shot?” I slurred the words.

He turned, without apparent effort, smiling. “Tough night? Of course, what's your pleasure ?”

We chatted, or rather, I rambled on about everything and anything, He listened, and at one point, his hand brushed mine. The casual gesture sent a shiver up my arm. Another couple drinks and he looked at me then, concern etched on his handsome face. “You're pretty far gone. Let me get you somewhere safe. There's a hotel close by, just to sober up, nothing else.”

I knew full well I should have said no and trusted my instincts, but the ache deep down echoed for some kind of release.

So out I went into cool night air that did little towards clearing my head. His room was just like any others in hotels: impersonal, yet tidy. The door clicked shut and I turned to him as the words poured. “Make me forget. Just for tonight. All the mess.”

He hesitated, widening his eyes in surprise. “Are you sure? I don't want to assume-“

I cut him off, stepping closer, and captured his lips with mine. My fingers fumbled with his belt, and then my hand closed around his cock, already thick and hard. I stroked him, feeling him twitch in my grip as I went down to my knees.

“Fuck,” he managed to utter, but I continued. I took him fully into my mouth, sucking on his cock with my tongue swirling the tip. My hair was grasped by him as my mouth went to work freely while my chin dripped with my saliva.

He helped me stand, taking my clothes off. He took one of my nipples in my mouth, sucking hard as his fingers lifted my skirt and pushed aside my underwear. With two fingers, he plunged inside, curling his fingers so he hits my G-spot. I shamelessly moaned as he worked his fingers in and out of me.

“Bed,” he ordered me as he carried me. Threw me on the bed and took off his clothes. I parted my legs inviting him. He slipped his cock inside, filling me completely. I cried out, raking my fingernails down his back as he began to pound into me.

"Harder," I gasped, my voice echoing in the room. Each thrust, the headboard hit back against the bed. He flipped me on all fours, with my butt and pussy bared towards him onto my stomach. I felt his tip moving in circles against my clit before without a warning he slammed his dick into me, pulling my hair at the same time to make me look up at the ceiling. I felt his cock hitting spots in my pussy that had never been hit before, my breasts swaying as I moaned and begged for mercy.

His skin glistened with sweat and he reached to rub my clit in rough , hard circular motions. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as a wave of pleasure burst through me and just then I felt his hot cum fill me, and it was right then that the question broke out: Who is this guy?