Page 11 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)
Iris
No birth control was part of my plan. The onus of protection was on him. I certainly wasn’t going to flood my body with pills and all the side effects they came with.
I smiled, listening to him rummage around in the bathroom.
He made me feel safe and protected.
The contract was sweet.
But the sex? That would be filthy.
The devil in me made me spread my legs and bend my knees, just enough to ensure he wouldn’t miss a thing when he came back.
He stepped out and halted mid-stride.
His mouth fell open.
My panties fluttered to the floor.
He yanked his boxers off, and I lifted my head.
His cock was heavy, long, and so fucking thick.
For a second, I doubted my ability to tackle that one-eyed monster.
The porn I’d watched suggested otherwise.
“You need to use your safe word if I get carried away,”
he croaked.
My gaze dragged up the length of his body.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He didn’t walk.
He flew onto the bed. One knee hit the mattress hard, the other followed, and then his face was between my thighs before I could even gasp.
“Oh fuck,”
I breathed, clutching the ties as his arms hooked under my legs and dragged me to the edge.
He didn’t tease.
He devoured.
Tongue wide, flat, and firm—he licked me like he’d been dreaming of this for years. Like I was the first meal after a fucking famine. Groans rumbled in his throat, vibrating against my clit. His stubble burned, but I didn’t care. I arched. Moaned. My thighs snapped around his head like a trap, and he growled.
“God, you’re—fuck—you’re so wet,”
he groaned, pulling back just enough to spit directly onto my pussy before diving back in, lips sealing around my clit and sucking hard.
I bucked, gasped his name, but he didn’t let up.
His fingers gripped my hips, pinning me down like prey, and his tongue worked furiously—licking, flicking, circling, sucking.
“Daddy—please—”
I writhed, already so close I was scared of how fast it was building.
He pulled back just long enough to glare at me.
“You don’t say please to me, baby. You scream.”
Then he dropped his head and fucked me with his tongue, groaning like a man possessed, his hips grinding against the mattress as if he might come just from the taste of me.
And God help me, I screamed.
I screamed again. But he didn’t stop.
He just moaned into my cunt like he owned it, like he’d waited years to taste me and now couldn’t get enough. His tongue fucked me deep, wet and frantic, while his thumb found my clit and circled with wicked precision.
“God—oh, God—please—”
My legs trembled around his head, my fingers tangling in his thick hair, desperate for something to anchor me as he unmade me with his mouth.
He lifted his head just long enough to snarl, “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Give me everything.”
Then his mouth sealed over my clit, and he sucked—hard.
The pressure detonated.
I shattered. Loud, shameless, feral.
My back arched clean off the bed as the orgasm ripped through me, thighs clamping tight around his face, hips grinding against his tongue while he held me down and rode it out with me.
I heard him groan like he was coming too.
He didn’t stop until I collapsed back into the sheets, panting and wrecked, legs still twitching from aftershocks.
When he finally looked up, his mouth was soaked, his eyes wild, and his voice ragged.
“Fuck. You taste like innocence and fucking destiny, Iris.”
He licked his lips like a savage.
And I knew it wasn’t over.
Not even close.
His eyes were wild as he clambered over my body.
“Taste yourself. Taste your come. See how sweet you are when you come for your Daddy,”
he growled before lowering his lips to mine.
I licked his lips, tasting myself.
He moaned and plunged his tongue into my mouth, claiming it like he claimed the rest of me—hungry, deep, and possessive.
His hands cupped my breasts, palming them until my nipples hardened. I moaned and began to writhe beneath him, arching my back to offer myself to him. His hips shifted, and his heated cock grazed over my open pussy. I tugged at the soft, silky ties around my wrists.
He softened the kiss before breaking contact.
“Does my baby want to feel Daddy’s cock inside her? Huh? You want me to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow—let alone sit down?”
I nodded frantically like I hadn’t just come on his face moments earlier.
“Mmm. No. I want to taste these little teasing berries you’ve been flaunting around my fucking office,”
he growled, his lips trailing down my clavicle to my breasts.
I lifted my head to watch, breath caught, as his beard grazed my soft skin. His dark hair was all I could see until his mouth found my nipple. His eyes flicked up—hungry, possessive—as he flattened his tongue and licked. Up and down until I was panting. Then he twirled his tongue around my nipple before latching on and sucking so fucking hard I felt my pussy gush for him.
He moved to the other nipple, letting it brush his lips first—barely there. I whimpered, desperate, and he smirked against my skin.
“Look at these greedy little tits,”
he murmured, voice thick with lust.
“Always poking through your blouses. Distracting me during meetings. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”
I gasped as he flicked his tongue over the stiff peak, then sucked it between his lips. His hand gripped my waist, keeping me pinned, as if I’d ever try to get away. I arched up instead, moaning as his mouth devoured me. The pressure. The heat. The wicked glide of his teeth.
“God, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. My smart-mouthed, cock-hungry little minx,”
he growled against my breast.
“And now you’re tied up in my bed, soaked and ready to be wrecked.”
He kissed between my breasts and down my stomach, pausing to breathe in the scent of my arousal. Then he groaned, pulled back, and reached for the nightstand.
I tilted my head, watching as he fished around inside. His fingers closed on the condom—creased, slightly dusty, and half-forgotten.
“Oh no,”
he muttered.
“This thing’s practically vintage.”
I snorted.
“Is that going to disintegrate the second it touches air?”
He gave me a warning look that was all heat.
“Sweetheart, don’t test me. I will fuck you bare and ruin your life.”
I bit my lip and moaned.
“You say that like it’s a threat.”
He tore open the wrapper with his teeth.
“You’re going to feel me either way.”
I could only hope that the ancient condom burst.
Trentham Consulting Partners needed a new heir.
His eyes snapped to mine, like he’d heard the wicked thought. Maybe he had. Maybe I’d said it aloud. I didn’t care.
He gripped his cock and slowly rolled the condom down, hissing through his teeth as he stroked himself once, twice. My thighs trembled at the sight.
“Spread wider,”
he rasped.
“Let me see where my cock’s going to live from now on.”
I obeyed, heart hammering. His gaze dropped between my legs, dark with obsession. Possession.
“Good girl,”
he murmured.
“Look how fucking ready you are for me.”
He moved over me, one arm braced beside my head, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. He didn’t push in right away. He teased, rubbing the thick head through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal. Torturing us both.
“You smell like mine. You taste like mine. And now,”
he said, voice low and dangerous, “you’ll feel like mine.”
Then he pressed forward.