Page 12 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)
Magnus
As soon as her tight little cunt took me, I struggled for control. I needed to be gentle—ease her open a bit more. But I’d never felt a pussy this tight.
Fucking, shitting bastard, fucking condom.
I wanted to feel her.
Every inch of her wet cunt clenching around my cock. Skin on skin. Heat to heat.
I hissed through my teeth as I pushed deeper.
“Oh, oh,”
she moaned.
“Yes. Ohhh, God. More, I need more, Daddy.”
Her hair had come loose. Golden curls spilled over my pillow. That perfect red lipstick smeared across her lips like a filthy fucking masterpiece.
I gripped her hips and rammed in deeper. Her legs wrapped around me, and her cunt sucked me in like she was made for me. The pressure, the heat—too much. Not enough.
I thrust again. Harder.
The condom strangled every sensation, and I snarled, wanting nothing more than to rip it off and fuck her bare.
She moaned beneath me, her tits bouncing with every stroke, her wrists bound above her head with my ties.
I buried my face in her neck and growled, “You’re killing me, baby. This fucking condom—”
Pop.
A sudden snap and warmth spilled over my cock.
Fuck.
I froze, then groaned low and filthy in her ear.
It tore.
It fucking tore.
I was inside her—raw.
My brain scrambled, but my cock throbbed like it had won the war.
She looked up at me, dazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
I should’ve pulled out. I should’ve stopped.
But the thought hit me. One sharp, savage whisper.
Breed her.
And I lost it.
My hips slammed forward as I roared through my teeth, spilling deep into her cunt. I held her there, locked to the hilt, her walls pulsing around me like her body already knew what it was meant to do.
My baby. My sweet, filthy little baby.
I remained buried to the hilt, her cunt fluttering around my cock like it didn’t want to let go. My muscles locked, jaw clenched, and I fought to steady my breathing. The condom was gone—just scraps of latex clinging to me and nothing between us.
She was warm. Wet. Mine.
And if that broken condom did its job?
Iris was mine for good.
With a fat belly full of my seed.
“Can we do that again?”
she whispered.
A slow smile tugged at my lips. I kissed her neck, licking the soft skin where her pulse fluttered. Her cunt clenched around me.
“Of course we can, baby. Daddy’s cock belongs to your greedy little pussy.”
***
When she yawned again, I stifled my smile and held her closer to my side.
“An early night for you,”
I murmured.
“I’ll tuck you in with my cock.”
“I’ll be leaking come all day,”
she said, poking my chest as the car slowed.
“Why don’t you come see me at lunchtime? I’ll help clean you up.”
Or fill her up again.
She eyed me suspiciously.
“Are you going to buy condoms today? Your pull-out game is off.”
“Sure,”
I lied smoothly.
“I’ll go in first,”
she said, reaching for her handbag.
She’d showered at mine, but we had to stop off at her place so she could change. Her belongings were in the car boot, and she’d be staying at mine now. I had no idea where she was in her monthly cycle.
But I wasn’t about to stop coming inside that deliciously tight little cunt.
“Okay, baby. I’ll see you at lunchtime,”
I said, kissing her cheek.
“Have a good day, Daddy,”
she said, stroking my jaw before pressing a kiss to my beard.
I couldn’t deny the way her affection made my chest flutter.
“You too.”
I watched her walk toward the main entrance of the office, smirking at her awkward gait.
Yeah, I fucked her good and hard.
***
Every meeting, phone call, and analysis report I read through was interrupted by me checking to see if it was lunchtime yet. Time and time again I started to message her to come early—but I stopped myself. This wasn’t supposed to happen at my place of business. Yet here I was, yearning for a feel of her.
When the knock came, I slapped my laptop shut.
She closed the door behind her, and I buzzed Kate to let her know I was not to be interrupted, keeping my eyes locked on Iris.
She wore a see-through cream blouse today. Her jacket slipped off, and she tossed it onto a chair.
“I’m ever so hungry, Daddy,”
she said, walking around my desk, peering at my trousers.
I raised an eyebrow and unzipped them.
“Help yourself, baby,”
I said, unbuckling my belt as she dropped to her knees.
Damn, that escalated fast.
Her greedy little fingers tugged my cock free. As soon as she had it out, she shuffled closer and began to lick along the length while she eased my balls out. I spread my legs to help accommodate her.
“My greedy little fucktoy. Get Daddy nice and wet,”
I said, stroking her hair.
She licked me with long, teasing strokes, swirling her tongue around the head before dipping lower to lap at my balls. I groaned and let my head fall back against the chair, my fingers tightening in her hair.
“Fuck, Iris… your mouth was made for Daddy’s cock.”
She hummed in agreement, the vibration shooting straight through my cock. Then she took me deeper. Slow. Intentional. Like she had all the time in the world. Her throat flexed as she swallowed more of me, and I hissed through my teeth when her lips kissed the base.
“Greedy girl. You want Daddy to blow down your throat, don’t you?”
Her eyes lifted—those wicked green eyes—and she pulled back with a wet pop, saliva glistening on her chin.
“Not yet. I want to feel it. All of it.”
That did it.
I stood so fast she gasped, and before she could blink I had her yanked up, bent over the desk. I didn’t even bother removing her blouse—just shoved the flimsy fabric up over her back, baring her tight little arse in that pencil skirt. No panties.
Of course.
“You came to work like this?”
I growled, palming her bare cheeks.
“No fucking knickers?”
“Only for you,”
she said sweetly.
I spread her cheeks, nudging my cock against her pussy entrance.
She only had herself to blame when I bred her.