Page 17 of Wrong Idea

Slowly, like he was trying to make sure he didn’t hurt me by stretching me too quickly, he sawed his thick finger in and out of my body with the patience of a saint. Sweat started to slicken my naked body while he worked it up. In and out, slowly picking up the pace, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. My back arched off the mattress and my feet flattened as I spread my legs wider so I could take him deeper.

“Good girl,” he praised, and I felt like I glowed from his sweet words. His touch and deep voice were alluring and addicting. “Max, you’re so fucking tight for daddy. Look at you opening nice and wide so daddy can stretch that pretty pussy.” He groaned. I clenched around his finger tightly, and he made an almost animalistic sound.

When he slipped his finger out, I thought I might have done something to upset him, but he simply added another, scissoring them inside until I was about to cry out. I was so close, the orgasm he had built up paused, but not for long. Not when he did a come-hither motion inside of me, touching a space no one, not even myself or my toys, had reached.

Everything, I meaneverything,went blank.

Beautiful, bright fireworks burst behind my eyes as my head crashed and my body convulsed as my sex milked his fingers indeeper, like I couldn’t get enough of him. The crest of the orgasm reached higher and higher, and when I fell, it was beautiful. Indescribable pleasure washed over me, making me scream out for him.

“Daddy!” I shouted. My fingers gripped what I thought were the sheets, but when I opened my eyes, I realized it was his hoodie.

His dark blue eyes gleamed up at me, his chin shiny with my essence. He licked his lips like he had done all that and still couldn’t get enough of me. His hands moved up and down my body as he shifted on my bed, settling me into his side. His body heat seeped right into me, and when I shivered at how good he felt next to me, he pulled up a throw blanket I kept on the bed and covered me up. I snuggled into him. I had no idea why, but in that moment, everything was right in the world despite the things I needed to get done.

All too soon, an alarm rang on my phone, and he glanced down at me.

“I have to go to work,” I whispered, suddenly feeling a little shy.

“Okay,” he whispered back but didn’t move. If anything, he scooted forward, rolling us so I would straddle him, the blanket still wrapped around me. “I want to see you again.” I opened and shut my mouth. I wanted to agree more than I’d ever wanted anything for myself, but I was a realist. My free time was limited.

“I don’t know, Car. You’re starting a business, and I have work and then?—“

“If I get onto the resort tonight, you think you could escape and see me?”

“At the resort?” I squeaked, my eyes wide like saucers.

“At the resort.” He nodded.

“It could be risky.” I giggled and then made a face.

“What is it?”

“It’s… it’s nothing.” His hand rose and stroked the apples of my cheeks.

“What is it? Tell me.”

“I have to go clean up the boss’ office today,” I shared. The nervousness dripped from my voice. “I’m not sure how bad that place is going to be or what he will be like.”

“The boss, huh?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “Did you meet him when you worked there?”

“Umm.” He shrugged, and I nodded, taking that as he’d probably had as much interaction with him as I had.

“I’ve heard he’s a jerk. Like, he’s the absolute worst.”

“You have?” I nodded.

“He’s mean to everyone.”

“I don’t think he’s mean to everyone.”

“No, he is. Even accounting has mentioned it, and Julia is the biggest sweetheart you could ever meet.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “Hopefully, he isn’t there today and doesn’t micromanage, or worse?—“

“What could be worse than micromanaging?” he asked, and I smiled.

“Oh, to be a man. A micromanaging creep. The kind that gets all handsy and wants you to polish things on high shelves.”

“Has anyone ever asked you to do that?” he asked sternly, obviously not liking that. It only made me fall even harder.

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