Page 12 of Possessive CEO

We barely make it to his car. When the door closes, he settles me on his lap and pushes a button, creating a barrier between us and the driver.

Ethan continues to ravage my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine, as his hands try to find zippers or ties to take off my dress. He growls impatiently when he finds none, and before I know it, he tears it off me.

I gasp and pull back, eyes wide. “You forgot how much this costs, Ethan! I like this dress.”

He grabs my face and sucks on my lower lip. “Then I’ll buy you another.”

The cool air kisses my skin as I’m laid bare in front of him, with nothing but my heels and lace panties to cover me. The sounds of the bustling city and traffic are muffled by our panting, my moans, his growls. He wraps one arm around me, pulling me to him, as he takes one breast into his mouth, his other hand massaging the other breast.

My back arches and a rush of fresh wetness soaks my panties.

I need him so badly. I need him inside me now. “Please,” I cry.

“Please what, baby girl? Tell me. Tell your Daddy.”

Something shifts between us. That word. Daddy. It’s been hard trying to define our relationship. Boyfriend-girlfriend seems too shallow…too meaningless for us, for what we have. But Daddy. Oh, God. That’s what he is. That’s EXACTLY what he is.

“I need you inside me…Daddy,” I whimper as I fumble with his zipper and reach inside his waistband. He hisses when his cock springs free, jutting proudly against his stomach. He’s big. Oh my. How am I gonna fit that? I don’t think I can. He’ll tear me apart.

But it’s like he’s read my mind because he rasps, “You can take it, baby girl. Be a good girl for Daddy and take all of it.”

I can’t form coherent sentences anymore so I nod. Ethan smiles wickedly and rips off my panties. He owes me two already.

He wedges himself in front of my entrance and I hold my breath, silently bracing for the pain that’s about to come. Instead of slamming into me, he runs a hand down my back. “Relax, baby girl. This is the only pain you’ll ever feel. There’s no way around it. If I can take it for you, I will.”

“I-I know. I–ah!”

He’s impaled me with his tool and the sharp, stinging pain has me digging my nails on his chest. But the pain disappears as fast as it came. He starts sliding in and out of my slick channel, and I grab his shoulders, needing something to hold on to.

“You’re taking it so well, baby girl. So fucking well,” he grunts.

He stuffs himself deeper and a loud moan escapes my lips. The driver can probably hear us but I’m way beyond caring, only focused on chasing something that’s within reach. But even without experience, it’s like my body knows what to do. On instinct, I begin riding him, rotating my hips and grinding, his grunts and moans only encouraging me further.

A knot of tension begins to wind tighter low in my belly and I increase the pace, looping my arms tightly around his neck and whimpering like a woman possessed. With a cry, I shatter in front of him, arms and legs shaking, my inner walls pulsating around him.

It doesn’t take long for him to follow as I feel him swell inside me, pumping me full with his come.

He plants a soft kiss on my temple and drawls, “Such a good little girl.”

Swallowing hard, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, still fully aware of my nakedness. “Yes, Daddy.”

5

ETHAN

The last thing I expected to wake up to is Emily’s mouth wrapped around my dick, her lips stretched to accommodate my girth. Bobbing her head up and down, the popping sounds as she takes it out of her mouth and uses her hands to stroke me instead.

Fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

A man can get used to this.

It doesn’t take long before my loins tighten, balls drawing up, and hot jets of come coat the walls of her mouth. My baby girl stares up at me with a smile as she licks her lips and swallows every drop.

I lift her and settle her on my lap. “Jesus Christ, Emily. You drive me crazy.”

Flipping her onto her back, I run my tongue down her earlobe to the sensitive spot in her neck. “My turn.”

But she stops me with her hands on my chest and shakes her head. “No. I still have to work.”

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