All Chapters of 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dominic Mercer’s POV “The driver is downstairs…” She protests and tries to wriggle down my body, but I only end up bruising my fragile asshole. She stiffens and groans. I can't help the little smirk on my lips. It's funny how she winces like a mouse. “You’ll wanna stay still, pumpkin.” I sigh. “Sir… I can walk… We stayed longer in your office. I’m in your coat and… and you’re carrying me—” “You talk too much, girl.” I release my grip on her and her soft body comes sliding down my frame like some ball in motion. She squeals, scared of hitting the ground… basically scared of anything that’s not my cock. Pardon me for having fun at her expense. I laugh and catch her, strapping my arm over her ass so she is plastered to my body like a baby. A worn-out baby. She cries, body stiffens from the shock. “You—” “Sleep.” I cut her off, tired of hearing her whine. Playing the script more than I intend, she throws her arms around my neck, and melts into me, sleeping in my arms,

Elena’s POV“The mark on your neck is a love bite?” Kailey’s voice breaks off just as much as her fingers tremble on my hot skin. I want to pull away, grab a jacket, and cover myself but I don't. One, I don't want to raise more dust, and two, she won’t easily let go. So I stay still, as composed as I can be. “Kailey.” Dominic’s voice is cold as steel, eyes narrow down on my skin.I can feel the tension. My fingers are not cooperating so much, they barely grasp the cutlery. “No,” she pulls closer, too close for my comfort. Her fingers spread over the spot as if not to smear the evidence. “How are you this composed? Your goddaughter—““Got into a fight,” I speak up for the first time, saying the most believable lie. Falling doesn't leave such marks… She pauses, eyes narrow on me like I’m some rabid liar. “It wasn’t that intense, sweetheart.” I gulp the lump in my throat. I scream in my head but I can’t bring myself to say a word to him. ‘Dominic, get your mistress!’ “Not that,” I

Elena’s POVDominic’s eyes are on me, dark with lust, bold with filthy commands. Fuck.I feel my knees grow weak, heat spreads between my thighs, daring me to press them firmly and squash my beating cunt. “Okay?” He says to the manager while his attention is on me. It's too intense that I feel its raw grasp play with my throat… down to the collar of my dress, and rips it apart till I’m naked. Oh, Lena. I swallow, heart beating, knees buckling like a moron. ‘No more fucking, Elena…’ I try to get myself to listen. ‘In here, he is your boss.’The loud sound of us fucking, mocks me. I instantly look away, as if breaking the connection that makes me wet even before touching me. They continue their boring business talk, rapping numbers and pitches, and every other thing that bores a wandering mind. Again, I find my mind tracing back to the wetness between my thighs! The way my cunt softly presses against my panties, melting its cream onto it. My nipples are hard against my dress, c

Elena’s POV“Or…” I stick out my electric pen and look at the screen, so he gets the nasty picture I’m painting. “You could use the pen to play dirty… your fingers don't have to stick in.” I give him a sample, let the tip of the pen graze the side of my thigh, leaving a mark just between my flesh and the edge of the soaked panties that slaps over my thick cunt. “Hmmm…” I stiffen a moan and erase the long mark on my skin. Slowly, I move the pen upward a bit, so it kisses with the soft mound of my pussy, the rise of my smooth outer lips, just close to the line of my panties, and I tattoo his name…Bold enough for him to see.MERCER.There it is, his name on my pussy, on his fucking pussy. Because he owns me.I watch his self-control snap, see his fingers twitch on the table, the hard breathing of his chest… how hard his jaws get, that anyone can map the outline of his dentition.“Here…” I’m about to drop the pen next to the tablet when it accidentally falls on the floor and rolls und

Dominic Mercer’s POVMy new toys fall off, straight from her perfect pussy, and one by one they roll over to my end, each stained with thick creamy lump. The naughty smirk dies on my lips. I turn to see her literally shaking by the dispenser, legs locked as if to stop an invisible ball from dropping… a wet line of something creamy streaming down her thighs!Fuck!“Out,” I say the word before I can think through it. The silence dies, and everyone is murmuring, unsure who my order was for.“Out!” I slam the table, sending thrills down their spine. Their gadgets are almost knocked down. Silence returns, following their shocked reaction. They walk out without spending one more deadly second in the room. I slam the buttons, switching the glass to the opaque shade. Alone with her, her sobs are loud, and her shaky breaths are very audible. She remains pressed to the dispenser, body visibly trembling, wetness dripping so hard that it’s at her ankle, threatening to drop on the spotless fl