Page 19 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

Iris

My pussy throbbed for more. He wasn’t done, but neither was I—no matter how hard I came. And that harness? He’d never felt so fucking deep, with his balls slapping my clit. Thank God I never plucked up the courage to date anyone my own age. I would’ve been sorely disappointed.

I giggled into the pillows. He probably bought the harness just to ensure his come went in deeper.

“Hey, this is no laughing matter, brat,”

he said, tugging the harness off my legs.

“Get that bodysuit off before it gets torn. You’re lucky it had snap buttons at the bottom.”

“Yes, Daddy,”

I said sweetly.

We both groaned when he pulled out.

“Hurry up before my come starts leaking out.”

“Now you sound like a CEO in the bedroom,”

I grumbled, but spun around just as he stuffed some pillows beneath me, tilting my hips up.

When I struggled to take my bodysuit off, he helped me pull it over my head.

I was about to thank him when he spread my legs and slid his cock back inside me.

I hissed at the feel of him.

“We should keep you plugged up, sweetheart,”

he said—but his eyes were on my breasts.

His gaze darkened. One hand cupped my breast with his thumb brushing the peaked nipple while the other slid between my thighs, spreading me wider around his cock. I whimpered, still swollen, still twitching from the last round.

“Look at you,”

he murmured, dragging his fingers through the mess slicked between my thighs.

“Ruined. And it’s all mine.”

His lips followed the trail up my body—mouth filthy, reverent. He kissed the curve of my hip, my belly, then licked a path between my breasts. The stubble on his jaw scratched against my skin as he sucked my nipple between his lips and growled low in his throat.

“Daddy made such a mess,”

he said, voice thick with satisfaction.

“Come all over your tits, your neck, that pretty fucking mouth.”

He bit down gently on my collarbone, tongue soothing the spot after.

“I should keep you like this. Covered. So everyone knows who you belong to.”

I moaned when he pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, to hear the wet slap and my gasp. I clenched, already aching for more.

He leaned in, licking my jawline and pressing open-mouthed kisses across my cheek. His precum was still smeared along my lips from earlier, and he licked it off like a starving man.

“Red lips. Red tits. Red fucking cheeks,”

he muttered, brushing my hair back so he could see my face.

“You’re perfect like this. Happy that Daddy ruined your throat and cunt.”

“I am happy, Daddy,”

I murmured, wrapping my legs around his hips and dragging him deeper.

His cock twitched inside me.

“Oh? You feel that?”

he whispered against my mouth.

“She knows. She knows I’m about to fuck her again.”

His hands gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head. My breasts arched into his chest, sticky and sensitive, and I gasped when he rolled his hips—slow, deep, and brutal.

“I’ll never get tired of this pretty little cunt,”

he said, nipping my bottom lip.

“She fits me too fucking well. Like she was made to take me. Every inch.”

His pace grew rougher, and I could feel him swelling inside me again—thickening, ready to fill me to the brim all over again.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

he whispered, dragging his lips across my neck, voice almost tender.

“Because I’m going to keep going until I see my come leaking out of every fucking hole.”

He kissed me then—soft, slow, filthy—tongue sliding over mine like he was worshipping the taste of his own ruin.

And then he started to fuck me in slow, deep strokes, making me feel every fucking inch.

I clung to him, gripping his neck, moaning each time he hit deep inside of me.

“Yeah, baby, feel my cock,”

he said, slipping his arms beneath me to grip my shoulders.

“It’s all yours.”

His chest slid over mine, hot skin dragging across my sensitive nipples, each scrape making me whimper and writhe. The sweat between us made everything slick—filthy and fluid—as his weight bore down, trapping me beneath him.

His body grazed mine with every brutal thrust, the friction igniting sparks across my tender breasts. I could feel his muscles shifting, flexing, gliding against me as he pistoned in harder, faster, deeper.

I cried out and raised my hips, offering myself to him—open, aching, obscene.

“That’s it, brat,”

he growled, breath ragged.

“Let Daddy fuck you like he means it.”

His cock plunged deeper still, so far I swore I could taste him. Every stroke punched the air from my lungs, his pelvis grinding my clit as he bottomed out again and again.

“Taking me so fucking well,”

he panted, his grip tightening.

“This little cunt was made for me.”

My nails clawed at his shoulders as his chest rubbed raw against my nipples, stinging and sweet. Every drag of his skin made my back arch off the bed.

He grunted and shifted the angle, tilting my hips higher with his forearms under me.

Then he fucked me—hard, and unyielding.

Each thrust a vicious declaration of ownership.

“Don’t you dare pass out on me,”

he hissed against my ear, his voice a rough caress.

“I want you conscious when I fill you again. I want you to feel me leaking out for hours.”

I could only moan, too wrecked to speak, too needy to stop him.

“This is how I’m going to fuck your cunt for the rest of our lives,”

he groaned, slamming into me again and again.

My legs shook. I screamed as I came—crying, shaking, whimpering his name.

“That’s my girl. Oh, fuckkkk. Milk my cock. Take my load,”

he moaned.

He held himself deep, spilling into me. I felt his come spurt out. Savoured it. Loved the ache of him rooted inside me.

My arms dropped. My legs fell open. I welcomed the darkness even as my pussy kept fluttering around him.

My Daddy.

***

I blinked awake to see Daddy staring at me. The warm morning light was peeking into the room through the cracks of the curtains.

“That’s kind of creepy, Daddy,”

I said still half asleep.

He said nothing but smiled and moved my hair back from my eyes.

“Ugh,”

I groaned when I tried to move.

“You broke my vagina.”

“Take a hot bath. You're lucky it’s Saturday,”

he said, kissing my lips.

“I fucked you unconscious last night.”

I chuckled at the pride in his voice.

“That you did,”

I agreed happily before staring at my ring again.

“This feels like a dream.”

“While you slept I drafted our marriage contract. Check your phone. I left your purse on the nightstand.”

“It’s too early for this,”

I groaned but reached for my purse.

“I’ll get the coffee on,”

he said, marching out of the room butt naked.

I pulled my phone out and tapped on the document he sent me.

Line after line, it got worse. Hilarious. Insane. And, knowing him… deadly serious. And probably hard while writing it.

“Oh my God,”

I whispered.

The man was stark raving mad.