Page 4 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

“Yes, sir. I want to do everything you tell me.” The way his hand stroked his length made my mouth water. My pussy throbbed, making a mess on his lap, and I rubbed my own clit in anticipation.

“Good girl,” Xander purred, nuzzling my neck. His other hand inched up my dress, seeking out my swollen clit, and my nipples tightened as his magic fingers found the right spot to stroke me. I slid forward and leaned down to kiss him again, covering his mouth with mine. He rubbed his length up and down my slit until my hips were rocking involuntarily. “I don’t have a condom,” he warned, but I wasn’t even thinking clearly.

I blurted out, “I’m on the pill,” and arched my hips to meet him.

The first inch of his dick inside me made me shudder, and when the car hit a bump and he slid all the way in I gasped. Hisdick rammed into my cervix hard; I clenched around him and he groaned.

“God, you feel good.” His hands cupped my hips, guiding me down as he rocked upward into me. My dress rode up to just above my waist and Xander’s fingers dug into my thighs as he assisted me. “You’re so hot, my God.”

“Oh Christ, it’s so deep!” Every nerve ending was screaming in pleasure, especially when his thumb pressed into my clit and started swirling. He yanked one side of my dress down and grabbed my breast, closing his mouth on it and sucking my nipple. Then he pulled me down so he could speak right into my ear.

“Say my name,” he growled, nipping at my earlobe and sending waves of sensations through my body; tingles in my lower extremities and heady swirls of pleasure in my chest and core.

“Oh my God, Xander,” I managed to whimper through gritted teeth. He was so long, every thrust hit my cervix and made me clench around him. My hands groped for something to hold onto, finding his lapels, squeezing them in iron fists.

“Say it again,” he demanded softly. His breath feathered over my cheek, hand still massaging my clit, and I whimpered. The coil was tightening down, stretching me thin, pushing me to the edge. It was incredible.

“Like that, Xander. Right there…yes…don’t stop.” My hips rocked in time with his thrusts, and I felt the tension building. I was a pressure cooker ready to explode, and when he bit my ear again, I almost lost it. But I held on, waiting for his words to push me over the edge.

“Say it again. Beg for me, Amelia. Beg me to let you come.”

I whimpered, grinding on him, desperate for release, and knew he felt the pending orgasm building in me as he hammeredhis cock into me. “Please, Xander, oh my God. Please, make me come, please…”

“Louder!”

“Oh God, Xander let me come!” I pleaded, arching my head back.

He hit a place deep inside me that made my vision go white. His hand worked me to orgasm, pistoning in and out as I grunted and spasmed. I saw stars and draped myself over his shoulder. Xander continued to thrust, rubbing my clit, and I felt his heat flood me. My body jolted and twitched; his hand slid from my breast and rested on my hip, and both of us heaved for breath.

For a moment, we were frozen in time, him buried in me, my body dripping moisture onto his pants, soiling them. Xander’s hand retreated from my core, and I felt him tugging the hem of my dress lower across my hips. I slid backward and he pulled out, his cock springing up to slap his belly and glisten in the light of the streetlamp outside that lit up the back seat. We were stopped outside my building, and I was so tired and delirious from post-orgasmic endorphins.

“Wow,” I breathed, not sure what to say. I had just had sex with my boss in the back seat of his car, and I was still very drunk.

“Yeah, wow,” he repeated. His hand worked to tuck my tit back into my dress, and he didn’t even cover his own dick yet.

“So I should, uh…” I swallowed hard and shoved the hair out of my face. Things just went from steamy to awkward in a split second.

“Or you could stay,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows, tipping his head. It was a bad idea. One I wanted to indulge in very badly, but one I knew would end in regret. As if I didn’t already feel that gnawing at my conscience.

“Thank you for the ride,” I said, suddenly feeling overheated with my coat on. I reached for the door handle, and Xander continued to shimmy my dress down over my hips as I opened the door and leaned out. If not for him, I might have walked up to my apartment with my dress around my waist and no panties.

“Should I walk you?” he asked, and I turned to lean back into the car. He was tucking himself away, buckling up his pants.

“Nah, I’ve got this,” I slurred. The effects of that last glass of alcohol I slurped down right before Godwin left were finally kicking in.

“Are we good?” Xander asked, but I couldn’t read his expression. I was still very much aroused and feeling flirty, and after that romp, my inhibitions would forever be gone around him.

“Depends what you mean by good? Your dick is magic, Mr. Blackwell,” I said lewdly, “and if you ever want to bend me over your desk and spank me, all you have to do is order me to do it.” I hiccupped again and snickered, but the look on his face wasn’t humorous. It was arousal. “Good night, Boss.”

Stepping away, I wiggled my fingers at him and then turned to sway into the building. I heard the car door shut, but I never heard it pull away from the curb. When I got inside, the doorman held the door for me as I glanced over my shoulder to see the limo gone. It took every bit of my concentration to find my way to my apartment, and I crashed on my couch the minute I had locked up.

I just threw myself at my boss the way Godwin joked with me to. I never expected it to go down quite like that, but now that it was done, I wasn’t sure how to react. This week was going to be interesting. I just had to sleep off this buzz and think about how to act when I got to work Monday morning.

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