h2>Dating : My Best Friend’s Daughter
She’s my best friend’s daughter, and he would kill me if he had any idea what thoughts are running through my mind right now.
When Kara walks into my office, my cock immediately hardens, testing the stretchability of my designer pants. She’s wearing a white blouse that reveals just a hint — but an oh-so-fucking-titillating hint — of cleavage, a tight black pencil skirt, and red stockings that accentuate the hell out of her long legs.
I so want to sweep the shit off my desk and fuck her right there on the smooth mahogany.
But I can’t because she’s my best friend’s daughter, and he would kill me if he had any idea what thoughts are running through my mind right now.
That reminder should be enough to kill off my raging boner, but my damn boner keeps raging on, begging to be released from my pants.
“Hello, Mr. Martin,” she says. “Thank you for letting me interview for the internship.”
“No problem,” I say. To be honest, I would’ve handed her the internship without an interview because I can’t say no to Kara and, nepotism aside, she’s perfectly qualified. She graduated from college with a marketing degree and a 3.9 GPA, and already has a few internships under her belt.
But for some reason, she insisted on the interview.
“Kara, so why — ?”
Before I can even finish my sentence, she climbs onto my lap. Under her tight ass, my dick turns even more swollen with need.
I ask through gritted teeth, “What the hell are you doing?”
“I have a confession, Mr. Martin,” she whispers. “I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.”
She moves her hips, and I groan, my cock near the point of explosion. I breathe in her scent — cherry blossoms with a hint of strawberries. She’s so gorgeous, the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Long silky blonde hair, piercing violet eyes, and pouty lips that I’ve imagined around my dick way too many times.
“But Kara, your father is my best friend,” I say, grinding my teeth when she rubs her ass against my aching erection.
“So?” She kisses my neck, making me groan again. I should push her away, but my body wants her too much.
“He’ll kill me if I so much as kiss you.”
“I’ll tell Dad I seduced you.”
I snort. “That wouldn’t make him any less willing to strangle me.”
“But I want you, Mr. Martin. I need you.” She places her lips on mine. Fucking Christ, she tastes so sweet. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, wanting to devour her like a piece of tiramisu.
“Goddamn it, you’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper.
“Is that going to stop you from fucking me?”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Hell no.” I open her blouse, revealing her pretty pink lace bra. “Did you know I would fuck you today?” I slide my fingers under the lace. A moan leaves her mouth as I play with her nipple.
The minx shoots me a grin. “Yes.”
“Did you have any intention of sitting down for an interview?” I put a hand under her skirt. A cry leaves her throat as I find her little clit.
“No,” she says gleefully. “I already have an internship lined up at another marketing firm, one where I don’t desperately want to fuck the boss.”
I pull her panties down her legs. They match her pretty bra. At the sight of her shaved pussy, I almost come in my pants.
“Like what you see?” she asks.
“Yes,” I hiss, unzipping my pants.
She licks her lips, seeing my dick. “So big.”
“Ready for this big cock to get inside your pussy?”
She spreads her legs. “I’ve been ready.”
I’m so glad that I decided to soundproof my office last year. Because when I shove my erection into her, Kara lets out a loud scream of pleasure.
She moves her hips, riding my dick like it’s a goddamn pony. I grunt, squeezing her ass with one hand and her tit with the other.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” she shouts, her juices dripping onto my cock.
“Oh Kara,” I moan, thrusting deep into her wet cunt.
“Brian!” It’s the first time she’s ever called me by my first name. I fucking love it.
With a wall-shaking scream, she comes, squirting onto my dick. I shout her name as I fill up her pussy with my cum.
She laughs. “Oh my, we’ve left a mess on your chair.”
When I think of her father, I come down from my post-sex high. He’s going to kick my ass.
But I don’t regret a damn thing.
