Page 21 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)
Iris
My eyes rolled back as Daddy’s fingers slid up and down my pussy, torturing me as we headed home.
This week at work, he’d been out of control—and I loved it.
He was getting filthier by the day.
Not to mention, a shameless panty thief. It didn’t matter how many pairs I brought into work—they were off at lunchtime, and gone again on the way home.
“Mmm. I don’t think Daddy can wait any longer. I need to stretch that tight little arsehole with my cock,”
he said, easing two fingers inside me.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?”
I nodded, gripping his wrist, trying to push him deeper—he didn’t.
“Good. You’ll be coming on my dick tonight, not my fingers,”
he said, pulling out and pressing his slick fingers to my lips.
I licked them clean.
Tonight was a new experience—one we’d both been waiting for.
It was a tense journey home.
***
We didn’t cook tonight. Daddy had the chef in. As soon as dinner was over, he smacked my backside and told me to get in the bedroom and strip. He needed to load the dishwasher before he was free.
It took me a few moments to undress, and I knew exactly how to rile him up. He’d been sticking all kinds of plugs in my ass, but now it was time for the real deal. I climbed on the bed, placed my shoulders and face on the pillow, but left my ass high in the air.
A perfect invitation. One he wouldn’t be able to resist.
When I heard the bedroom door click shut, my whole body tensed.
“You think you’re ready?”
he asked, voice low and amused.
My thighs trembled.
He hadn’t even taken his shirt off. Still fully dressed while I was naked, arched, dripping, and ready.
I felt the bed dip behind me and the unmistakable sound of lube popping open.
“Didn’t even wait for me, did you?”
he said, voice low, rough, amused.
“Face down, ass up… with your tight little holes on display, greedy little brat.”
Cool liquid dripped between my cheeks, making me shiver. I heard his hum of approval as he slicked his fingers, then pressed one against my tightest hole.
“Say thank you, sweetheart,”
he murmured.
“Thank you, Daddy,”
I whimpered, bracing for the stretch.
He didn’t rush. That first finger pushed in slow, giving me every inch, letting me feel it. I clenched around him, already panting.
“Fuck, she’s tight,”
he growled, working the finger in to the knuckle.
“Been training you for this and she’s still trying to fight me.”
He pulled back, added more lube, then slid two fingers in this time. My moan echoed off the bedroom walls.
“That’s better,”
he murmured.
“Open up for Daddy. Let her stretch.”
He scissored them inside me, twisting, curling, massaging me until I was rocking back, whining, begging.
“She’s fluttering around my fingers like she knows what’s coming.”
I heard his belt unbuckle. Finally.
“Stay just like that,”
he said, stripping his shirt off.
“I want to see you split open when I give her the real thing.”
I heard the sound of him slicking himself up—more lube, more anticipation. Then the blunt head of his cock nudged against me, testing the resistance.
“Relax, Iris. Let me in.”
He pushed, inch by inch, slow and steady. My breath caught. The pressure was intense—burning, stretching, overwhelming—but I wanted it. Needed it. He paused halfway, his hand smoothing down my back.
“God, you feel tight,”
he groaned.
“Fucking perfect, sweetheart.”
He leaned over me, lips brushing my ear as he slid deeper.
“Oh, yeah. You hear that?”
he whispered.
“That wet stretch? That’s your arse welcoming me home.”
I moaned brokenly, clenching around him. I couldn’t speak. Could barely think. My body was full—too full—and he wasn’t even all the way in yet.
“Almost there, sweetheart,”
Daddy said.
“I’m going to bury every inch.”
When he finally bottomed out, I cried out. My walls spasmed around him and he stilled, letting me adjust.
“Look at you,”
he growled, voice thick with possessive heat.
“You're loving Daddy’s cock in your arsehole.”
He held me in place, chest flush to my back, letting me feel every throb, every twitch of him deep inside me.
“Yes, Daddy,”
I panted against the pillow.
I was full. Stretched. Claimed.
And I never wanted it to stop.
He didn’t move at first. Just stayed locked deep inside me, one hand gripping my hip, the other smoothing up my spine like he was calming a skittish animal.
“Still breathing?”
Daddy murmured.
“Barely,”
I whispered.
He chuckled low, and I felt it in my spine before he pulled back, just an inch, then eased back in. My toes curled. That thick stretch had me trembling, but he took his time. Each movement was deliberate, controlled, maddening.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight. So perfect. Your arse was made to be taken like this. Fucked by Daddy’s cock.”
I gasped as he pulled back again, a little further, and pushed in slower this time. My body started to open for him, the pain melting into pressure, the pressure warping into need.
“Say it,”
Daddy growled.
“Say you love my cock in your arse.”
“I love it, Daddy,”
I moaned.
“It’s so deep.”
“That’s right. Every inch,”
he growled.
“Taking me like my good girl.”
He picked up the pace, hips rocking harder, deeper. My moans turned into gasps, my fingers clutching at the sheets as he fucked me open. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my core, teasing the edge of something filthy and intense.
“Look at you,”
Daddy said, voice rough.
“Taking it so fucking well. You hear that sound? That’s your sweet arsehole sucking me back in.”
“Please—don’t stop,”
I begged, delirious from the stretch and the filth pouring from his mouth.
He slammed into me then, no warning, and I cried out. My body jerked, mouth falling open, and he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down.
“You want it rough?”
he snarled.
“You’ll get it. You’re mine, sweetheart. Every hole, every sound, every fucking pulse inside you belongs to me.”
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Just felt him pounding into me, each stroke brutal and filthy and perfect.
“Take it,”
he growled.
“Take all of it.”
I did. I took every punishing thrust, every filthy praise, every aching stretch—and I came so hard, I saw stars.
Daddy slammed into me, harder now, faster, like he couldn’t hold back a second longer.
The slap of skin, the growl in his throat, the bruising grip on my hips—it all spiralled into something primal.
His cock hit deep, deeper, until I thought I’d break apart from the stretch and the fullness.
And I wanted more. I craved it.
“Fuck, baby,”
he gritted out.
“You’re squeezing me so tight.”
I sobbed into the mattress, pleasure detonating through every nerve as he pounded me, filthy praise spilling from his mouth between thrusts.
Then suddenly—he stopped.
Pulled out.
I cried out at the loss, the emptiness.
He grunted, and I felt his hot come spill inside my open hole. Another spurt landed on my rim, thick and dripping, before he pushed himself back in with a moan, pumping the last few pulses deep into me.
“Fuck,”
he panted.
“We’re definitely doing that again.”
I laughed and wiped the drool from my mouth.
“Calm down, Daddy. It was my first time.”
“And you came gloriously on my cock, sweetheart,”
he said, rocking his hips with slow, teasing thrusts until I hissed.
I couldn’t say no to him.
He always knew exactly what I needed—especially when I didn’t.
***
I sat on the toilet with trembling hands.
It was positive. I had his baby inside me.
A Trentham baby.
Excitement and fear warred in my chest.
But then I pictured Daddy’s face—and calmed.
He’d pay homage to his hardworking cock first, no doubt.
Smiling, I left the test on his nightstand and slipped into bed beside him.