Stella
When Maddox called me into his office, I didn’t expect him to be sitting on my spot on the leather couch.
The last three weeks had been harmonious in ways I’d never imagined, but tonight we were going to my parents’ house for dinner. We both knew it was an ambush. I’d put the invitation off for as long as possible since neither of them knew that I was living with Maddox.
“Come sit on my lap and take my shirt off,” he said, patting his thighs.
I glanced around the room where I’d divulged my darkest secrets. It felt different now—smaller somehow, more intimate, like the space itself had shifted along with us.
“Yes, Dr Maddox,” I murmured as I walked toward him slowly, letting my hips sway.
When I moved to sit down, he raised his hand.
“Straddle me,” he said with a faint smirk.
I lifted my dress and climbed over his legs, placing my knees on the cream leather. His eyes dipped immediately to my cleavage.
“Such a pretty dress to match your eyes,” he murmured as I reached for the button beneath his chin.
“Thank you,” I replied softly, working the button free before moving to the next.
“Do you remember what you did on my couch?”
My eyes flicked up to his amused blue ones and I nodded, my breathing already a little heavier.
“Did you enjoy rubbing your hot little cunt on my furniture, Stella?”
I swallowed and focused on the buttons beneath my fingers.
He peeled the material of my dress down until my bra was on show.
“No panties. Only stockings and a dripping pussy,” he said, fingering the lace around my nipples.
I reached his waistband.
“Unbuckle my belt.”
My fingers trembled as I tugged the belt free from the trouser loop and worked on the buckle.
“How many times did you finger yourself that night, hmm?”
My eyes closed for a moment.
“I think three. I can’t remember,” I said breathlessly.
“Three times, my greedy girl,” he said, tugging on my nipples until I moaned.
“I couldn’t help it,” I said, opening my eyes to find him studying me.
“Take your knickers off,” he said, his gaze hooded.
I shifted back and placed my feet on the floor before following his instructions. He removed his shirt and unzipped his trousers. I watched as he unfastened the button before slipping his trousers and underwear down to reveal his cock. It was almost fully erect. Thick veins ran along the underside.
“Before we go to your parents’ house, I want you to remember who you belong to now. When you sit at their table, I want you to feel how hard I fucked you. You’ll wear soiled underwear full of our come,” he rasped like a man possessed.
He held his hand out and I knew what he wanted.
I bent down to pick up the scrap of white lace and placed it on his open palm.
He lifted them slowly, pressing the delicate fabric over his mouth as he inhaled deeply.
His cock twitched, drawing my attention to it. A clear droplet had begun to form at the head. I almost licked my lips but managed to stop myself in time.
The man didn’t need any more ammunition. I’d given him plenty.
He placed my underwear to the side and pointed to his cock.
“Come and sit.”
I was hot, wet, and full of unbridled energy.
“Show me what a good girl you are. Show me how badly you want to ride my cock,” he said, hooking his hands around the back of the couch.
It was an open invitation.
I smiled and moved forward.
I’d ride him so hard that he would remember me at my parents’ house.
I climbed onto the couch, my stockings grazing his trousers as I reached behind him to hold the backrest. He moved my dress out of the way as I inched closer.
As soon as I felt his cock against my wet flesh, I moaned and he hissed. The heat between us was like a raging fire that never diminished. His hands moved to my hips as he began to drag me back and forth over his dick.
“Yeah, soak my cock. My dirty little toy,” he growled.
I nodded and rotated my hips. It wasn’t enough. I reached beneath my dress to grip him, guiding him to my hole. The head rested at my opening.
“Fuck yourself on me,” he rasped. “Hard. Bounce up and down on my cock.”
I began to sink down, gasping as he spread me open. There was no friction. I was far too wet.
“Yes. Use that hot little cunt.”
What a filthy fucker.
“Yes, Dr,” I said, staring down at him.
My hands tightened on the couch and I moved. Between my legs and grip, my rhythm was strong and steady. It reminded me of the gliding seat upstairs. Only it wasn’t a plastic dick fucking me. It was Maddox and his perfect cock.
He dragged my straps down my arms and peeled away my bra to free my breasts. The material pushed my tits up and they began to bounce with my rhythm.
“Yeah,” he said, gripping my ass cheeks and slamming me up and down his cock.
We both gasped, panted, and moaned, but then he began to thrust upward. I could feel how deep he was with each downward motion.
“Maddox,” I whimpered.
“It’s okay, Princess. You can come,” he panted.
I nodded.
He was close.
He was dragging me on and off his cock as if I weighed nothing.
I let my head fall back as I moved faster, riding him harder, just the way he’d asked.
Up and down. In and out. I couldn’t say that I loved a cock before, but Maddox’s dick must’ve been magical because I loved every inch of it—from the beautifully shaped bulbous head to the tiny freckle or mole close to the base.
His lips captured my nipple and shuddered. He sucked hard and I shattered. I clamped down on his cock as I cried out.
A violent guttural sound echoed in his office.
I continued to pump up and down—small bounces that kept my belly full. The rush was like no other. The ecstasy was nothing compared to my habitual masturbation.
He roared my name.
I smiled.
His hot come filled me up.
I rested my forehead on his, curling my arm around his neck.
Yeah, I was in love with his dick.