Page 6 of Bred By Dad's Boss
"This is a bonus room, like a media room, and this," he says, pushing against a beautiful wooden door with his back, "is our room."
"Our room?" I question, beginning to feel like a broken record. "You act as if I've already agreed to move in," I say, feeling overwhelmed. He sets me on the edge of the bed gently, stepping back.
"Ivy, you've agreed to be mine. I'd never allow you to live apart from me. You've been mine from the moment I saw you at family day, it's just official now."
"But I have responsibilities, friends, a life. You can't just decide I'm going to drop all of those and be at your beck and call, Darius."
His eyes flare as he stalks toward me. Kneeling in front of me, he brings my face close to his. "Understand me, Ivy. You. Are. Mine. Anything you desire will be yours. Fulfill your obligations, spend time with your friends, live your life. But come home to let me worship you all night. You don't yet understand the depth of my obsession, my devotion to you, but you will."
Darius
Having her in my bedroom brings a million fantasies rushing to my mind. I begin to strip, desperate to feel her under me, yielding to me, giving me her innocence.
When I'm naked, her eyes exploring my body, focusing on my thick cock, I pull her to her feet, kissing her deeply, my fingers making quick work of her dress and underwear. I push her gently onto the bed, her back arching as I come down on top of her, our bodies aligned before rising to kneel between her thighs.
My hands reach for her, fingers exploring her soft hairless pussy. She arches her back, buzzing for me. I intensify my touch, rubbing her harder and harder until she’s moaning and frenzied.Oh, fuck yes. Fuck me.She looks so damn sexy when she’s desperate for pleasure. She gasps when I slide a finger in her tight entrance, bucking her hips when I add another inside. I pump them in and out, slow at first, then faster when I feel her inner walls pulse. My fingers curl back, caressing her g-spot.
Her thighs instinctively close around my head as I lower my face to her needy pussy. “It’s so hot having your luscious thighs wrapped around my face,” I rasp against her slick core before removing my fingers, replacing them by thrusting my tongue inside of her warmth. Her body starts to tighten and squeeze mycheeks. “Mmm, this tight, virgin pussy is heavenly.” I suck on her clit as my fingers return to tease her tight hole, preparing it for my girth as much as possible.
“Be a good girl and come for me, Ivy. Give Daddy all of your sweet cream.” I furiously suck, lick and stroke her again and again until she is completely unraveled.
“Yes, Daddy, ohhh.” She cries out deeply. I grunt with the satisfaction of feeling her climaxing on my tongue.
Giving Ivy a moment to catch her breath, I lay beside her, praising her. When her breathing has returned to normal, I look at her, ready to hear the words I need to hear to make her mine forever. "Are you ready, babygirl?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'm ready." I roll over kissing her, letting her taste herself on my tongue, before I part her thighs, moving my tip to her entrance, slowly sliding in while trying to let her know what to expect.
"It may be uncomfortable, baby, but it won't hurt for long." The effort it takes to not slam into her wet heat is making it difficult to breathe. "After a minute the pleasure will be better than anything you've ever experienced."
Ivy winces as I push through her barrier, finally claiming her. "Good girl," I croon softly, leaning forward to kiss her lips, slowly sinking the remaining inches into her quivering pussy, staying still when I bottom out, allowing her to adjust to my size. "You're doing so fucking well, babygirl," I praise, watching her expression change as she opens up around me.
"I'm going to move now, Ivy. Let your body guide you." I slowly draw out until just the tip remains inside, carefully watching her features in case I need to stop. Sinking back in slowly, seeing her eyes roll back, I realize I shouldn't have worried about her ability to take me.
Picking up pace, I can feel my spine starting to tingle, my balls drawing up as she moans my name repeatedly. "You're sofucking perfect, Ivy. So tight, so hot. Mmm, so wet for me. I need you to come now, babygirl," I groan, trying to hold off my release. I'm not some punk kid. My womanwillcome before I do.
"Darius, I- mmmm yes! Ohmygod, ohmygod, yessss!" She chants, her pussy squeezing my cock so hard I'm afraid he won't recover quickly. With a final thrust, we erupt together.
"Fuck, yes! Ivy!" I groan, collapsing on top of her before rolling to the side so I don't crush her petite frame.
She starts to roll toward me, but I keep her still with one hand on her hip, leaning over to grab an extra pillow and wedge it under her ass. I let my fingers wander over her mound, scooping up our combined release dripping from her tender pussy, using two fingers to push it back inside her.
"What are you doing, Darius?" She chuckles, feeling me moving around.
"Putting my cum back where it belongs," I say, smiling at her flushed face.
"I'm on birth control," she states matter of factly.
"About that…" I begin.
“You… you…” she stammers, her voice rising in anger after I admit what I’ve done, trying and failing, to explain why. “You bastard!”
She gets out of our bed, searching for her dress on the floor. She quickly throws it on, not bothering with her bra and panties before dashing down the stairs. Her purse is on the entryway table where she left it earlier. She grabs it and opens the front door, quickly closing it behind her, while I’m still trying to pull on my sweatpants and run down the stairs at the same time.
When I fling open the front door, her name on my lips, I see her dashing away a tear, looking around quickly for an escape route. Deciding not to waste time on the elevator as she sees me getting closer, she runs to the emergency stairs, disappearingthrough the door. “Fuck,” I mutter, my hand going to my hair, pulling harshly, knowing I have to run down the stairs and make her listen to me.
“Ivy!” I shout, hitting the landing. I look over the banister and see her pause, looking up at me before she gasps, starting to run again. “Babygirl, wait!” I add an extra step to my gait, hoping my longer legs will eat up the distance between us. “Ivy, I’m sorry,” I say, knowing she can hear me in the echoing stairwell. “Please.”
“You’re… you’resorry?” she screeches, forcing me to come to a quick stop or run into her on the next landing, her anger freezing her in place. “You’re sorry? You unbelievable ass! You stalked me. You went behind my back and obtained my medical records,illegally, and then switched my birth control without my knowledge. Fuck you, Mister Slater.” She smirks when my eyebrows raise in surprise. “That’s right, I said fuck. you.” She turns, ready to continue down the stairs.
