Daddy’s Dirty Boss Read online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
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“Go on,” he pushed, and hitched me higher onto his leg.

“Please…” I said. “I want it… I want it so bad.”

“So ask for it,” he forced, and his voice was so low.

I opened my eyes and pushed myself through my nerves.

“My pretty little cunt is hungry for it…” I told him. “Hungry for you, Mr Lindon, please…”

“Good little girl,” he said, and his mouth clamped on mine.

It was everything I ever dreamed. His tongue was hot and fierce and pushed hard between my lips. It met mine and claimed me, owning my whole mouth while I bucked against his thigh like a desperate little bitch for him. I had no experience, and it showed so bad. I was a wriggling mess, craving so much, needing so much, and he was so firm as he pulled the scarf from my neck and unfastened my coat buttons.

And then he saw it.

He tugged my coat from my shoulders and dropped it to the floor and he saw it.

Saw me.

“Sweet holy fuck,” he said, and he was taken aback. Actually taken aback.

How I loved it as his eyes ate me alive, and I knew it had been a great move to wear my uniform. The best move in the whole world to wear my uniform.

“You’d better be so fucking ready for me, little girl,” he said.

Chapter Fourteen

Miles

The girl was a fucking minx alright. A mischievous little siren wrapped up nice and tight in such perfectly innocent packaging.

I struggled to fully take her in, eyeing her up as every filthy fantasy in my repertoire all at once.

“Do you like it, Mr Lindon?” she asked in that silky sweet little voice of hers. “Do you like me like this?”

Like she actually needed an answer.

I could barely keep my restraint together enough to guide her backwards through to the dining room. My steps were bold, fast. Hers were barely more than bumbling little stumbles that relied on me to keep her steady.

There was no doubt about it. This was a truly insane addition to the temptation scorecard. Faith was simply divine in her uniform. Absolutely fucking divine. The naughty little slut had sure picked out a great weapon in her arsenal of little girl out to snare me. She looked so fucking authentic in her purity, even though her eyes told a whole other tale.

Oh yes, how they told a whole other tale.

The wicked glint of need strumming down as deep and dark as mine was. The hunger to be taken, just as beautifully pitiful as I was slavering to take her.

So sweet and so corrupt, even in her youth. So nice and so fucking needy, even in her innocence.

It was a glorious combination. One that had me nothing short of reeling as I shunted her on up to the dining table. It was a large mahogany piece, perfectly sculpted to take this little girl up and onto it.

She was ever more nervous, jittery in the most glorious of manners as I hoisted her up and onto the edge, perched with her legs perfectly dangling, buckled shoes swaying above the floor.

“Such a disobedient girl to be looking where she shouldn’t,” I growled. “Clicking around on my PC like a nosey little slut.”

“I couldn’t help it…” she breathed. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop… I needed to see…”

“Yes, well,” I told her. “It’s me who needs to see now.” I pressed up tight between her legs, then took hold of her tie and tugged her even closer. “Tell me, dirty girl. Tell me how you’ve been touching that needy little pussy of yours and thinking of all the filth I’ve been watching. You’ve been picturing those girls as you, haven’t you? You want to be the one I use so fucking bad.”

She nodded, cheeks pinking. “I had to… I just couldn’t stop… I didn’t want to stop…”

“Needy little thing,” I said and tipped her face up to mine. “You’ll have to be a very good girl for me now, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll reward you.”

“Please, Mr Lindon…” she said. “I will be a good girl… ”

Oh how my fucking dick swelled.

My mouth was hot and wet and fierce enough to claim her. I tugged her head back by her hair and tasted that mouth like it was the last fucking supper, and how she whimpered. She fucking whimpered.

Her sweet little tongue danced a delicious dance with mine, even though I could taste every scrap of her nervousness. Her fingers reached for my arms, but instead of gripping, they were gentle. Gentle enough that I shunted her back all the harder.

I hitched that skirt up her legs and ran my palms up those tender thighs. She shuddered, breath hitching more, muscles tightening up as my palms grazed higher. But I stopped. I stopped and teased, giving her nothing but promise as my hands pulled away.


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