Page 18 of Dad's Best Friend Boss
I gasp as soon as I feel the mushroom head gliding over drenched folds. “Oh God,” I mutter. This is happening. I’m going to lose my virginity tonight.
“Ready? Sweetheart?” Henry asks gruffly as he nudges his hard cock at the entrance of my womanhood.
“Yes, sir,” I say playfully. I like the way his eyes darken whenever I address him by the title.
“I’ll do my best to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee,” he growls and pushes in suddenly.
I moan, surprised by the intrusion although I expected it. My walls clench right away, blocking him despite my eagerness to let him in.
Henry groans with me. “Fuck. You’re so tight.” He begins to thrust gently, coaxing me to open up for him. “Relax, baby.”
“I don’t know how,” I say honestly. “You’re so freaking big.”
He chuckles and slips a finger between us and rubs my clit. His other hand reaches up to pinch my nipple. My walls relax as warm streams rush down my channel, and before I realize it, Henry’s manhood has slid into me.
I feel a pinch and yelp, and he stops midway.
“Are you all right, baby?” he asks. “I think I’ve just popped your cherry.”
I blink and smile. “That’s it? I’m not a virgin anymore?”
“Right,” he pushes all the way in and lies down on top of me, letting me feel the sensation of him filling me.
I stroke his back. “I love this, Henry. You inside of me. More, please.”
He does as I say and gives me more thrusts, slow at first and then faster and faster. He gazes into my eyes as he moves, mesmerizing me even more with his smoldering eyes.
Am I dreaming? I’ve never in my wildest dreams imagined giving my cherry to Henry, my dad’s best friend. Okay, that was before he hired me. After I worked for him, I’ve dreamed about it every day, but my imagination isn’t comparable to what I’m experiencing. This is incredible. No wonder the girls in my high school couldn’t wait to lose their virginity.
I almost gave it to a guy in my college freshman year, too. But I didn’t because I didn’t really feel the chemistry. I wanted to give it to someone I admired and respected, someone whom I looked up to. Looking back, the man has always been Henry. I just didn’t realize it. My misunderstanding of the man blinded me and I blamed him for my parents’ separation. Not until I learned from my dad that Henry had done the opposite. He had tried to convince my dad to get back with my mom, but my dad couldn’t forgive her. I heard only bits of their conversation and missed out on the rest, thus the misunderstanding.
“What’re you thinking, baby?” Henry croaks as he pumps me.
“Nothing. I love you,” I murmur.
He grunts and pauses. Before I complain, he pulls both of my legs up and wraps them around his back.
I squeal as the erotic sight of our joined parts comes into my sight. I watch his hardness go in and out of me with my mouth open for the next few seconds before I thrust back, pushing my pelvis toward him and taking him in completely.
Henry slaps my buttocks while making love to me, and growls, “Fuck baby. This pussy is mine from now on.”
“Yes, sir,” I say. “I’m yours.”
“Move in with me. I need to fuck you every night from now on.”
“Yes, sir. Please. Do that.”
We continue our lovemaking spiced with dirty talk for another minute or so, when Henry stiffens. “I’m coming, sweetheart. Come with me!”
I’ve been holding off my urge for some time, so I’m glad to obey his order. The storm inside me breaks off like a deluge, sweeping through me just as Henry starts to pound me again and spurts a large load of cum inside me. He pauses for a second before my walls clamp down on him and force more seed out of him.
“Fuck,” he mutters when it’s over and rests on top of me.
We lie like that for a minute, feeling each other’s heartbeat and breathing each other’s breath. And then Henry rolls off me, pulling me, so I lie on my side to face him.
“Do you want my babies, Mila?”
I’m taken aback by the question. I haven’t thought about it. But the answer escapes my mouth without any effort. “Yes, Henry. I want your babies. Lots of them.”
