Babydoll

The moonlight bled through the stratus clouds and trickled through the fogged up windows of James’ Pontiac coupe, just enough to put you both in the spotlight. A lush breeze would occasionally rustle between meshed bodies.

The blooming radiance was enough to get a view of each other quite clearly. Your tight beige blouse that usually had two buttons at the top loosely done, is now fully exposing your perky tits. Your suede pencil skirt, cotton white bra, complimented with matching pink panties underneath is draped messily over the top curve of the steering wheel. Hair that was usually kept neat with your claw-clip was now in disarray due to all of the manhandling.

The only two things that decorated your now nude body were your kitten heels that adorned your feet and lace taupe stockings that stopped 7 inches from your waist. James – usually so composed and nonchalant, has also been unravelled underneath you. Although comfortably leaned back in the driver's seat, with a delicate deer in his grasp, he's an utter wreck tonight. All because of you. His sweaty blonde strands were plastered to his forehead, emerald eyes dilated, lap soaked with lewd fluids, and his pale blue polo shirt became wrinkled and unbound from all your tugging and grasping. On the contrary from you, he was fully clothed besides his freed inches. It's obvious that he couldn’t wait to feel your warm insides. . .

There was a sudden familiar feeling of his powerful hand grabbing a fistful of your amber colored strands and pulling your visage out from the crane of his cedar scented neck. Apart from James mishandling you, it was the soft, peppered kisses dancing across your spit coated chin that snapped you out of your enticing daze.

It’s clear to you that it’s been a while since your last orgasam. Now, you’re coming back to your senses within a few minutes. Glancing underneath you, you can vaguely make out a vein that ran from the base of his crotch and stopped a few centimeters below his pink tip.

He’s also disgustingly girthy . . it nearly left you drooling with greed. Furthermore, you could feel how the size of James' hardened cock stretched you out. Each upwards, rough slap of his hips felt like he was going to split your tight pussy in half. It also didn’t help that you were insanely overstimulated and swollen.

He’s so fucking deep.

“You gotta stay with me, bambi.”

James breathes at your bottom lip before taking the plump flesh into his mouth. You whine into his teeth, then your big doe eyes flickered through your long mascara lashes, locking eyes with the man in front you.

It was hard to take his mesmerized stare off your own — James would either keep contact with you, admire the way your breasts would sway, move to your puffy lips, or where you guys were joined.

But – God. Those big brown hues of yours turned James into a madman. Your orbs were always so glossy — day in and day out, he would think that you had little sparkles twirling in your pupils, uniquely for you. Needless to say, your gaze reeked of innocence and youth. They were akin to a feeble fawn.

and on top of that, you are also the CEO’s daughter, making you James' boss. You are aware that a handful of employees, including james, resented you for the position you had.

most of the questions mainly consisted of,

“she’s so . . . young?” ,

“she’s supposed to be in charge of us?” ,

“i’m older than her, how the fuck is she my manager?”

all the underlined envy also came with a slight unspoken rule that you were “off-limits” to all. Especially James. Unlike a few others, he’s damn near twice your age and in close relation with your father. He knows this. Still — he’s always had the urge to make you his. Show you off to the world. While this would be a win for him, having eyes on the two of you would nearly raise alarm bells for some . .

However, knowing that fact made him want you even more. He’d always go back and forth with himself.

‘Is it gross to fuck a girl twenty years younger than me?’

‘my colleague — my supervisor— my boss’s daughter?’

It turned him into such a wicked, gross pervert when thinking about all the things he’d do to you when he got his hands on you. He’d fuck himself to sleep every night thinking about how your velvety heat would engulf his twitching shaft instead of his fist . . . how your bambi like eyes would roll into your skull, how you’d taste on his tongue, how you would sound crying above him — ‘n here he is now . . . somehow - someway, balls deep inside you, having both of your lips scream for him.

and better yet — it was all in front of your dad’s successful company.

“Here,” James slides his thumb onto your tongue. “Keep yourself busy, princess.” he demands.

It didn’t take long for you to swirl your tongue and coat your spit all over his yummy digit. Hollowing your cheeks and repeatedly bobbing your head down to his knuckle and back up, slowly. Slobber glazed his thumb and nearly found its way to where his finger linked to the rest of his hand. Stifled whines and moans fell from your throat and rippled all along the pad of his thumb. The sight of you made James easily throb inside of your suffocating walls. Groaning with passion. Hes so proud of himself. Every plunging movement of his from below created a wet ‘thwap’ sound every time his hips connected to your ass, making you automatically jump up and down drastically.

Slick combined with a mix of eachothers ecstasy, flowed obscenely into his lap and easily soiled his fat cock. a white, sticky ring has long formed at the start of his meat. the remaining mixture pooled its way to his denim slacks – turning the light blue to a navy. Each bounce of your ass on his length was linked by the creamy substance leaking from your entrance.

Oh—! and don’t even get him started on beautiful noises you made. It sounded like they were straight from a porno, but to him, it sounded like harmonious melodies of a harp were played just for him.

It was all, oh so gross but also so good.

With the pace he was going at, it was as if he didn’t care that he pulled back to back orgasams from you. Tears threatened to spill from your lashline and you’ve made an incredibly pathetic strive to release some tension from your agitated cunt.

“J-J-ames..” Your digits pushed against his clothed tummy, trying to free yourself from the painfully bullying thrusts.

Challenging him? Really?

His hand that was once tangled in your hair, struck across your cheek, then smushed the sides of your face together in one swift motion. Your pretty face now formed a contorted “O”. The harsh impact prompted his thumb to fall from your lips. The sting of the brief contact had your pussy fluttering around his shaft and you both moaned like whores at the feeling of one another. It's safe to say that you liked his aggression.

But . . . the utter nerve of you? Daring to push him away? With all the pleasure he’s giving you?

Fucking spoiled brat, he thought.

If you truly ever deserved anything, it was this ruthless fucking. Not that stupid supervisor role you gained from being some cute nepo baby.

“nd what do you think you’re doing?”

he groaned. his intent gaze meeting your distorted pouty face.

awaiting an answer.

“Fuck . . don’t you dare run from me. Please . . .”

another rugged drag of his hips caused you to writh.

“nngh! j-james. . . ‘s too much! you’re too bi—"

you spoke obscurely before he cut you off abruptly.

“Excuses. Move your hands, dear. . .”

a breath.

“You can take it.”

Poor baby.

Even above him, (physically and career wise) you’re just sooo helpless. He’s waaay bigger than you, stronger than you, there’s no way you can compete with him — you had no other choice than to obey him.

Your bratty rebellion urged him to stimulate you even more. It’s visible that James didnt appreciate your audacity, at all. His large thumb moved from your twisted salivated pout to your clit, there he rubbed circular motions around your perturbed bud. By this time, you are a slutty, blabbering, tearful mess. Your cheeks that were already pink are mixed with fresh running mascara.

the sensation of small circles had you squirming above him — almost resembling your previous attempt to run . . but you didn’t try to push his buttons again, fearing he’d put more on your plate.

James took such pleasure in having his boss in such a vulnerable state. You had both men and women, willing to do anything for you at the drop of a hat — not just because they had ideas of getting a promotion or a raise but because you were drop dead gorgeous. Everybody wanted you — to say the least. You and James both could swear that you were completely exclusive, especially to coworkers.

Yet here you were . . so easy and making a mess in a coworker’s— no — James’ lap — begging for him. Despite all the hypnotic sounds you made, he had revelled in placing a free hand over your mouth. You were constantly mumbling, “please", "more ", and other incoherent words behind his grasp. He wanted to make it clear to you that he’s in control now.

He’s the boss.

“wnaacum–” You repeat this muffled phrase over and over as your legs began to ache on either side of him. To be honest, he didnt even care to make out your intelligible blabbers, your lower lips cried enough for him to understand what you wanted. Your hands find themselves placed upon his broad shoulders, desperate to ground yourself as you jump vigorously on his sex, salty tears combining with your spit, wetting his palm even further. James involuntarily chuckles lowly at your reckless behavior. He easily sensed your nearing finish from the way your pussy clamped down on his cock — almost if it’d take a hoist of angels to lift you off of him.

“My beautiful bambi, gna cum? Hmm..?”

You nod frantically. His hand falls from your twisted mouth and now rests upon your bare hip.

“Wna hear you say it.”

Christ – he’s so evil. You think to yourself.

The fact that you’re sobbing and can barely form a sentence in your brain, how the hell are you gonna tell him on command?

A quick spank to the flesh of your ass pulled you out of your own mind. The pain scorched like a thousand tiny darts.

“Fuck!—Please James–my god! I-Iwnacum!”

“Atta girl.” he coos.

Telling by how close you were, he catches your mouth with his to instantly shut you up. The way he groaned as soon as your lips clashed, you could tell that he relished in the taste of you. Because, before you opened for him, James would simply glide his tongue over your glossed lips. Taking in small notes of — perhaps cupcake . . ? He cant quite put his finger on it. But it doesn’t really matter, anything you do drives him crazy anyway.

His thumb outpaces his earlier movement and makes tighter, deeper, quicker circles over your clit – being simultaneous with the relentless digging of his length. He could sense the coil in your tummy and your walls spasming uncontrollably, prompting beautiful suppressed noises from his own throat. The motions — his noises — send you completely over the edge. Your body arches into him violently and without warning, you cum all over his cock. With how heavy you crash, you couldn’t help but to sustain yourself by crumpling up his blue cotton shirt in your fists so aggressively that your knuckles turn white all while abruptly crying out so loud you could’ve sworn it disrupted the entire street, regardless of being muffled.

Your vision goes hazy as you drench James’ lap for the umpteenth time. Your body goes limp, head resting on his brows, brain turning to mush. With you completely undone, you can feel how close James is to reaching his peak. His hips animalisticly hammered into you - rearranging your guts completely. You’d think the car seat would give out from underneath you guys from these brutal thrusts.

Shit. Is it bad that you want him to fill you to the brim?

Fortunately for you, he’s spilling his hot, thick seed into you, in record time. His cock paints your walls a creamy white and stuffing your womb until you feel soooo full with his seed.

and not to mention, he cums really fucking loud. talk about pornographic sounds. he produces the most pathetic moaning and groaning you’ve ever heard from a man. the way he growls when he finishes . . . his noises were so hot that — if you weren’t so tranquilized, you’d fuck him again and again just to hear the sounds of his pleasure.

Coming down from the shared high, the two of you lay there, still connected, chests heaving, gasping for air. James takes a single digit of his to push a strand of hair from your face,

“You can’t tell anyone about this, you know that, right?”

he murmurs against your lips.

you nod slowly. “mmhm. .”