Ana
"You need to leave," Christian said in a hard voice, "we can't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this. You're my stepdaughter for Gods sake."
I spun around to face him, "What does that matter?"
"Im married to your mother! Have some respect."
I glared at him, "Have respect for a woman who doesn't give a fuck about me?" I bit out, "Stop pretending like you don't want to push your hard cock inside me and fuck me all over again."
I dragged a hand over my inner thighs, gathering his hot cum and raising my hands to show him, "This is how much you want me."
His lips peeled back in a snarl, "Stop being such a slut!"
"Fine. If you don't want to touch me, then teach me how to touch myself so I'll never need to bother myself with you again," I growled.
Our eyes met in a challenge and just when I thought he'd tell me to get lost, he smiled sinisterly, "Sit on the desk and spread your legs for me."
Trembling at the command in his voice, I did as he instructed, moving over to the table and perching up on the edge, spreading my legs to show him his cum leaking out of me.
"Hmm," he grunted, staring at my pussy with enrapture.
"Tell me what to do, " I moaned, "Show me how to make myself cum." I reached down and using two fingers, spread myself open to show him how wet I was.
The look in his eyes almost burnt me alive and I bit my lips to hide my satisfied smirk. My step daddy could pretend all he wanted that he didn't want this, but it was very clear that he wanted me.
My breasts were still out of my bra, nipples hard as rocks and I immediately began to play with them, rolling the heavy flesh in my hand and pulling on my nipples.
"Argh," I groaned at how good it felt, "It feels so good daddy."
"Spread your legs wider for me." He said, dropping into his office chair so he was at eye level with my hungry pussy.
I peeked down and saw that his cock was already getting hard again, and he had one fist loosely wrapped around the base of it. Even in his large hands, his cock still looked monstrous. I wondered how it had even managed to fit inside me.
"Put your index finger inside your tight pussy," he ordered, "slowly."
Shivering, I brought my hand down and pushed my finger into me, gasping when the flesh convulsed around me. I was sloppy and loose with my wetness and his cum, and it made it easy for my fingers to slip inside.
"Put in another one." He murmured.
Gasping, I slipped in my other finger.
"Fuck yourself with your fingers. Slowly. Twist them upwards while you move."
Obeying his instructions, I began to move my fingers in and out of me, the sound of our combined wetness making it so filthy and hot. I spread my legs wider, my eyes caught on his as I fucked myself, trying to make it feel as good as he had made me feel with his cock.
It wasn't enough though.
"Please daddy." I cried, "I want your cock inside me."
"Shut up and fuck yourself," he barked, "Didn't you want me to show you how to feel good? Touch your clit for me baby."
I began to flick the sensitive bundle of flesh with my thumb, grinding my hips into the air while tears of frustration slipped from my eyes. I wanted to come so bad, but it just felt like something was stopping me.
"Please daddy! It hurts so bad. I feel so empty."
"You want my fingers? My mouth or my cock?"
I peeked down at his now fully erect member leaking precum and began to salivate, "I want your cock inside me."
He chuckled, "Well, only good girls get daddy's cock and you were a bad girl."
My step daddy pushed his seat closer to me, grabbed the back of my knees and threw them over his shoulder, then shifted me to the edge of the desk. He bent his head and buried his face in between my legs, inhaling the scent of my desire.
And then his tongue dragged over me, lapping up my juices.
A pleasure filled gasp tore out of my mouth at the amazing sensation of his hot tongue against my wet folds. He made a greedy, hungry sound in the back of his throat as he began to eat me, tongue thrashing against my sensitive flesh.
"Oh God, Christian," my hands flew into his hair, holding on for dear life as he ate me like a starved man.
His tongue thrust into me, fucking into my tight cunt with brutal precision. It felt so fucking good, and all I could do was whimper and gasp and moan at the amazing sensation.
"You taste like honey," he growled, hot breath puffing against my pussy, "I could spend the rest of my life eating you up. I'd have you for breakfast, lunch and fucking dinner baby."
"Ngh."
His tongue encircled my clit, flicking over it again and again and torturing me. He hummed in satisfaction as he continued to eat me, licking and sucking and fucking his tongue in and out of me.
I rocked my hip into his face, grinding into his mouth.
"It feels so good daddy," I screamed, "Please make me cum!"
I threw my head back, thrashing against the desk with screams and gasps and moans. I could feel my orgasm building faster, higher, pushing me to the peak. And finally his lips closed around my clit, sucking it hard.
"Oh God, Christian! Christian!" I cried, "I'm coming. I'm coming daddy."
And then I shattered into a million pieces, feeling my cum rush out of me like a flood into his mouth. He continued to suck on me till I was twitching with mini orgasms.
I woke up in a stranger’s bed. Well, technically not a stranger. But it wasn’t mine. And Julian was gone.A note lay on the pillow: “Had to run. Don’t worry, you’ll be thinking about me all day. Come back if you need more.”I blinked at it, groaned, and rolled over. My thighs ached. My brain? Still fogged from what he did to me. Two bosses in forty-eight hours. What the hell was I doing?I rushed home, dressed and headed for work with a plan to stay as invisible as possible. At work, I made no eye contact with Julian. Neither were there any lingering glances from Damien. Just coffee. Tasks. Arranging papers. Safe. Like absolutely nothing had happened these past two days.Until 6:05 p.m.“Emily?”I looked up from my desk. It was him. The one I hadn’t even spoken to.Rhys Sterling. Chief Financial Officer. He was silent and distant. I’d only seen him twice, more like a shadow of him. And I'd never heard his voice.Until now.“Yes?” I stood too fast. “Do you– do you need something, sir?”
"Round one?" I blurted out, feigning surpirse but I could already feel the heat pooling below.“Don't act cute sweetheart, you want this as much as I do, or don't you?" Julian smirked, brushing damp hair from my cheek.I smiled and nodded, catching my breath, my body still trembling.“Good.” He stepped back and zipped up slowly, watching me like he wasn’t done. “You ever been fucked on a balcony?”My heart tripped. “What?”He walked to the floor-to-ceiling doors and slid them open. “Come here.”I blinked. “Julian—”He glanced over his shoulder. “I didn’t ask.”I followed, my legs still shaky. He stepped out into the wide marble-floored balcony so high above the ground floor, the city skyline glittering behind him like a million stars.“You see all that?”I nodded, taking it in. It was beautiful, thrilling.He turned back to me, his expression confident. “Now let them see you.”My breath caught. “You’re serious.”“Turn around, Emily.” His voice was low now, steady and enticing. “Hands
Emily“Hey, you’re the new girl, right?”I froze mid-step, a coffee tray in hand. The man leaning against the doorframe of the conference room looked like he belonged on a magazine cover– crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves, veins on his arm, collar open and a smirk on his perfect face.“I’m Emily,” I said quickly. “Just a temp.”I'd been extra punctual today, still in disbelief over the activities of yesterday with the CEO. The plan was simple– keep my head down, do my job, and avoid stepping on anyone's toes, especially my bosses.“Temporary or not, you’re turning heads.” He extended a hand. “Julian Black. CMO. Also the guy who makes work fun.”I tried not to blush when I felt the warmth of his palm on mine. “Nice to meet you.”He grinned. “You’ve got the CEO wrapped around your thighs already?”I dropped the tray. “What?!”His eyes lit up. “Relax. I’m joking. Kind of.”“I– nothing happened," I stammered, gathering back the contents of the tray.“Sure.” He leaned in. “You’ve got
Emily“Emily Clarke?”I jumped, my head shooting up immediately. “Yes!”The woman at the front desk raised a brow. “You can go up. Top floor. CEO’s office.”What? CEO? Wait a damn minute–I cleared my throat, staring straight at the woman's unfriendly face. “I… I thought I’d be meeting with HR?”“He is HR.” She replied, a nonchalant look on her face, then pointed to the elevator. “Good luck.”I stood, smoothed my skirt, tightened my grip on my bag and forced a smile. I headed to the elevator, my pulse hammering. I was just a temp. Interviewing for a two-week contract position. I’d be stuffing folders and answering phones, definitely not expecting to be grilled by a CEO. What kind of company–The elevator opened straight into a glass office, cutting me off from my thoughts. Floor-to-ceiling windows, black marble floors, and a desk that could seat a small family.And behind that desk, was an exceptionally looking man. He didn’t look up. Just flipped a page and signed something. Tall, cl
Kaylor"We should stop."His voice was low and steady. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his eyes locked on me, serious. “This is getting too real. We said no feelings, but I’m not sure I can keep that up.”I swallowed, my chest tight, nodding even though it felt wrong.“Yeah,” I said, my voice shaking. “You’re right. We should stop.”He nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Good. Clean break. Back to roommates.”“Roommates,” I repeated, pulling the hoodie on fully. “I’m gonna… head to my room.”“Yeah,” he said, standing, his voice flat. “Night, Kaylor.”“Night,” I muttered, slipping out and shutting his door behind me.My room felt too small, the air too thick. My bed felt cold without him, making me toss and turn, his words looping in my head. I wanted to be mad, to hate him for pulling the plug, but all I could think about was his hands, his voice, the way he’d said my name.“Fuck,” I whispered, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.Then, I heard a creak outsid
“You’re so sure I’m game for round two?”“Round two?” He grinned, standing and closing the distance. “We’re just getting started. Pick something.”I glanced at the black box on his nightstand, my curiosity spiking.“Fine,” I said, grabbing it, pulling out a small, curved vibrator with a remote. “This one.”He laughed, taking the remote from my hand.“Oh, you’re in trouble now,” he said, his voice dropping. “Back on the bed. Panties off.”I smirked and climbed onto the mattress, lying back, my legs parting slightly. “You gonna make this good?”“Better than good,” he said, kneeling between my legs, his hands spreading my thighs wider. “You’re gonna scream my name again.”He pressed the vibrator against my clit, not turning it on yet, just teasing, the cool silicone making me shiver.“Aaron, come on.”“Patience,” he responded, clicking the remote. The vibrator hummed to life, low and steady, sending a jolt through me. “Fuck, you’re already wet.”“Fuckkj” I moaned, my hips bucking as he m