Page 31 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

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AMELIA

Xander walked me from his car to his front door where he unlocked and guided me inside. It wasn’t the first time I found myself in this situation, but the last time had ended so awkwardly I wasn’t sure what to expect this time, especially considering he drove me here. I couldn’t just get up and leave this time.

“Want a drink?” he asked as he shut the door behind us. I set my purse on the table in his entryway, turning to face him.

“Can we just…” I reached for him, pulling him by the tie closer to me. His tie was loose, hair disheveled like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said he was on the verge of texting me for this booty call anyway.

Xander’s hands rose and rested on my shoulders, massaging away the ache. After seeing Dad in such rough shape, it made me appreciate this situation with Xander that much more. Maybe he just wanted something off-the-books, so to speak, but sexual tension added to my overall stress level. Getting relief from that made dopamine replace the negative feelings with happy feelings, at least for a little while.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked softly as he rubbed my shoulders. I wasn’t sure what to say because it wasn’t like we had that sort of relationship. When he tried to hug me goodbye that day in his office, we almost bumped heads. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it. God, I wanted it so desperately, but he was the one who laid down the rules, and I didn’t want to step on his toes, tell him I was falling for him, and ruin the whole thing.

“It was Dad,” I breathed sadly, splaying my palms on his chest. “He just refuses to let me take care of him. We argued and he was really angry.”

A flash of anger in his eyes resolved to disappointment and then worry in such a fleeting moment, I almost didn’t believe I’d seen it. It felt like he hoped I was arguing with someone else, or maybe he was feeling frustrated that I even felt like talking. I was here for a quickie, not for an emotional venting session.

“But we don’t have to talk about it.”

Xander’s hands slid down my arms to my hands. He cradled them in his grasp and licked his lips, backing away a few inches. “Amelia, we don’t have to do this. I can see you’re not into it.”

“Are you kidding?” I asked, forcing a chuckle. No, I wasn’t into this. I didn’t want bend-me-over-the-desk sort of hot, nasty sex we did in his office. I wanted hold-me-in-your-arms sort of making love where two souls intertwined their hearts until they became one. I couldn’t tell him though. “What problem can’t be solved by three good orgasms?” I grabbed his tie again and pulled him down until his lips met mine. He seemed stiff at first, hands lingering on my hands, until I pulled one away and rubbed the outside of his slacks. He was semihard and swelling, and the action seemed to snap him out of his funk.

“I mean it, Amelia. If you’re not into this, I don’t want to pressure you.”

“Take me now before I change my mind, sir.” I wagged my eyebrows, backing toward his bedroom, but he changed course, gripping my hips, turning me toward the kitchen.

I stumbled backward into a bar stool, and he leaned me against it, kissing me hard, taking my breath away. His hands were already at work stripping my clothing off, leaving it piled on the floor. I reciprocated the favor, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against mine. The intensity of his kisses and the urgency with which he undressed me made my core ache.

His mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses as he knelt in front of me. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down, tossing them onto the countertop, exposing me. His hands gripped my thighs as he brought me closer to him, his eyes locking onto mine.

“I’ve been dying to taste you again,” he growled before he dipped his face between my thighs. “Tell me you’re a bad girl, Amelia. Tell me how bad you are.”

Xander’s words vibrated my core as he abused my clit mercilessly with his tongue, flicking it back and forth. I arched my back, moaning his name as he lapped up every drop of my arousal, hands gripping the bar stool for support. My thighs squeezed his head; I uttered guttural groans when his tongue rubbed just inside my entrance, and something rose up in me that made me feel so nasty, so bad.

“I’m a little whore for you, Xander. I love it when you eat my pussy so good.” I bucked against him, grinding my hips against his face. He growled and sucked harder as he teased my holes with his fingers. “God, my pussy wants you so bad.”

He looked up at me with that intense gaze of his, exposing just how much he desired me as well. “I’ve been fantasizing about you in this position since our last little…encounter,” he said, his voice gruff with need.

“Oh God Xander, you’re driving me insane,” I panted, running my fingers through his hair.

“Mmm, look at how wet you are for me, Amelia.” He continued teasing my clit with his tongue and fingers before sliding them inside me. I moaned—a primal sound that I didn’t know I was capable of making. His fingers found a sweet spot, and I felt an orgasm tightening my coil.

“Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He groaned and the vibrations of his voice against my center sent me over the edge, coming apart on his face. I grabbed his hair as my body started shuddering, but Xander held me up, slowing his movements so my orgasm would last longer, and the aftershocks rippled through my body. I jolted and shook, my belly cramping, my toes curling, and when my body calmed, I was breathless.

He stood, his pants already undone and his erection jutting out. I expected him to bend me over the counter or table, but he scooped me up and pulled me against his chest. His strong arms carried me across the room, down the hall to his bedroom where he flipped me over and pinned me face down on the bed.

“Tell me the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done…” The rasp of his voice made goose bumps rise on my arms. I felt his hand on one shoulder, elbow on the other weighing me down, and I felt his hand stroking his dick. It was hot, though a little intimidating.

“I … uh …”

“Come on, Amelia. You’ve done bad things. Tell me the naughtiest one.” He nipped my ear, pelvis now grinding on my backside as he spread my cheeks and slid his dock up and down my crack.

“Well, I fucked my boss against the window of his office.” My mind raced, my body aching to have him inside me, and I had no clue what he wanted.

“Sounds like you’re a bad girl…Maybe you need to be punished,” he said, dipping his head into my soggy entrance. He thrust a little, slicking himself, but I knew what he wanted. “Maybe this needs to be punished,” he growled, pressing his dick against my tight entrance. It’d been a very long time since I did anal, but the minute he touched me I wanted it.

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