Dirty Boss Daddy by S.E. Law

6

Leslie

The elevator ride up to Malcolm’s room is electric. He keeps one large hand pressed against the base of my back, just above the swell of my bottom as we make our way up to the top floor. His palm is firm and commanding and I shiver a bit just from that delicious touch.

Then, the doors ping and slide open, revealing an empty hallway. Malcolm gently pushes me forward, and we stop before an enormous white door on the right. It’s the only opening in the long corridor, and I turn to him with a gasp.

“There are no other rooms on this floor!”

He merely chuckles before waving his keycard in front of the electronic pad.

“Yes, because I have the penthouse suite, baby. I value my privacy, and the Wilshire makes sure I get it.”

The white slab swings open and I gasp while stepping into a marble foyer. My apartment is probably only a quarter the size of this penthouse, and maybe even an eighth. There are triple height ceilings showing off a dazzling view of Atlantic City, and beautiful modern décor with low-slung white couches, a glass coffee table, and a full-size kitchen off to one side. But the real show stopper is the balcony I see on the other side of a set of sliding glass doors.

Without thinking, I wander across the room and gaze over the balcony. “Wow. I thought I had a great view in my room, but this is even better. I bet you can see the whole city from up here. How amazing!”

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” Malcolm growls, coming up behind me. I turn to look up at him, but he’s not taking in the view. Instead, his eyes are on my derriere, appearing ravenous. But the man still has manners and inclines his dark head slightly. “Would you like a drink, sweetheart?”

Mesmerized, I nod my head. “Yes please.”

Malcolm walks into the full size kitchen and pours two glasses of wine before coming back to give one to me. Our fingers brush against one another slightly as he passes the wine, and I shiver with electricity. His blue eyes gleam, but he merely opens the sliding glass door to the balcony.

“Would you like to see the view from out here?”

I smile, feeling almost dazed. “Oh, yes. I’d love to.”

There’s an elegant outdoor table and a pair of chairs set up out on the balcony. In the darkness, the lights from Atlantic City sparkle merrily, and the sound of waves crashing ashore greets us as we sit down.

“This is wonderful,” I sigh as a balmy breeze tousles my curls. “I could stay out here forever, it’s so nice.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Malcolm rumbles in a low voice. “Again, it’s beautiful.”

My eyes flicker open then and my breath catches. The billionaire’s azure gaze is boring into me, heat dancing in his eyes and I feel my whole body flush with a delicious heat.

“You probably stay in fancy penthouses like this all the time,” I murmur.

He shrugs. “Not always. I lived in a crappy apartment when I was starting Ligne. It didn’t have a view of anything other than an alley where a few homeless people slept each night. It didn’t even have a functional kitchen, to be honest. There was a sink and a little microwave that only worked sometimes. As a result, I lived on take out while I perfected my business plan, and it wasn’t healthy at all.”

I gasp.

“Oh wow. I knew you built Ligne from the ground up, but I didn’t know it was like that at the beginning.”

“You mean, that I was broke?” Malcolm smiles. “Most people don’t know because I prefer to keep my private life to myself.”

I nod, my eyes wide.

“But still, it’s incredible! You were able to create a global behemoth on your own.”

The big man shrugs again.

“I don’t know about that. I had a goal and a plan, and I put in a lot of work to make it happen. I definitely had a few key people along the way because no one can shoulder the burden on their own, so I’m grateful for that. But Leslie, I see that same kind of drive in you. In fact, it’s one of the first things I noticed about your work.”

My brows shoot up. The CEO’s noticed me before? I honestly thought it was my nude photos that caught his attention, so this is surprising.

“Really?” I ask curiously. “But I sit in cubicle land on the fifth floor. I thought you didn’t know any of the junior associates.”

Malcolm sets his glass down, and taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes meets my gaze seriously.

“How could I not notice you, sweetheart? You’re beautiful, smart, and driven. Yes, I’ve been watching from afar because I like to keep my work relationships professional, and yes, you’re a junior associate while I’m the boss. But the moment I saw those photos of you I knew I couldn’t resist anymore. You were gorgeous honey, with your legs spread and those big breasts swaying. Suddenly, I knew you were a woman with both brains and sex appeal, and when I saw you sitting alone in that cafe, I had to take my shot.”

His eyes move to my mouth and I bite my lip, imaging what it might feel like if he kissed me. “I’m glad you did,” comes my whisper.

Something flares in Malcolm’s eyes, and then he gently takes my wine glass from my hand and sets it on the table. Those big hands cup my cheeks as he lowers his lips to mine and I sigh blissfully at the gentle caress. The kiss is unassuming at first, his lips merely exploring mine, as if asking permission. But then after a minute, his touch changes. Malcolm claims my mouth harder, his tongue insistent against the seam of my lips and I open to him with a needy moan. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I gasp.

“Shit, you taste sweet,” Malcolm rasps. Then he stands up so fast his chair falls backwards, and pulls me from my chair so that my curvy body is plastered against that hard frame. I melt a bit as he covers my mouth with his again, and then his hands sweep up beneath my dress and under my thighs before lifting me in the air like I weigh nothing.

“Oooh!” I squeal. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to where it’s more comfortable,” he rasps, harsh streaks on his bronzed cheekbones. He moves with determination, like a tiger stalking its prey, and then I’m lowered onto a soft mattress in the largest bedroom I’ve ever seen. The décor is all creams and beiges, but I the only thing I care about is Malcolm. He backs away, hunger darkening his gaze as he watches me.

“Take off your dress,” he growls. There’s a command in his tone that makes me shiver, and slowly, I obey. I wriggle a bit in the soft fabric before undoing the zipper and then letting the velvet fall, exposing my enormous breasts. Then I work the material over my hips so that I’m left in only panties, garters, and my black heels. I feel so exposed, but it’s titillating and my bosom heaves. Meanwhile, Malcolm watches me from the shadows, his nostrils flared.

“Now the rest,” he commands. “Everything off.”

My breath catches, and heat runs over my skin. Goodness, am I really ready for this? But with trembling fingers, I slowly pull my panties off, the crotch already moist, to my embarrassment. Then, I drop the lace on the floor and when I look at Malcolm next, he’s tossed his jacket over a chair and is pulling his shirt off like an animal, revealing glimpses of bronzed chest.

He begins stalking toward me, his hands on his slacks, and I can’t take my eyes off him. Every part of him is so much more than I’d expected. I knew this man was gorgeous, but seeing him like this is a whole new level of sexy. That chest is hard and toned, his shoulders wide. There’s a faint vee of hair leading to his waistband, and I long to run my fingers down that tantalizing arrow.

Then, Malcolm closes the distance between us and seizes my mouth with his own. His chest is pressed firmly against my creamy curves, and every nerve ending in my body is alive and dancing with the need for more.

“Oh,” I sigh against his lips. “Mmm, yes.”

He chuckles.

“You like this, don’t you, baby girl?”

I answer by running my hard pink nipples through his chest hair, making us both moan.

“Yes,” I murmur.

Those blue eyes flare, and his hands are secure around my narrow waist.

“Then show me how much you want it, pretty girl.”

I gasp, staring up at him, but it’s clear what the next step is. Slowly, I bring my hands between us and work his zipper down. Even through his clothes I can feel how hard he is, and I push my hand inside his pants, cupping him through his boxers.

“Fuck,” Malcolm groans against my mouth. “That feels so good.”

I smirk against his lips as he shoves his hands into my hair at the base of my neck and devours me, fucking my mouth with his tongue until I can’t stand it anymore. I already feel like I’m on the verge of coming, and yet he’s not in me. I begin to mewl, and my lover knows what I need. He breaks our kiss long enough to take a small step back, stripping in a flash and then his mouth is back on mine, hot and needy.

I didn’t get a chance to see his tool, but I can feel that rock hard shaft, hot and ready pressed right against my core.

“Oooh!” I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and rocking myself against him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, rolling his hips while dipping a hand between my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I pant. “I need you.”

Malcolm shifts me to my back then, and his heated gaze meets mine as a devilish smile tilts the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m going to take very good care of you.”

I stare up at him, my mouth forming a round “O” as I see this man fully in the flesh for the first time. He resembles a Greek god with that chiseled, tanned chest and rock hard abs. But that’s not what I’m staring at right now. Instead, my eyes are glued to the enormous shaft jutting between his thighs. It’s standing straight up, resting against his lower abs, and the tip’s already gleaming with fluid, ready for me. He wraps his hand around the anaconda and strokes himself as I nearly melt, just watching.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he commands, hunger burning in those blue eyes.

I move my eyes up to meet his and do as he orders. In fact, I go even further. I spread my legs and then pull my knees up, holding them with my hands under my thighs. Then I reach between my legs and gently pull my nether lips open, baring my sweet pink for him.

“Take me Daddy,” I breathe. “This is all yours.”

Malcolm’s gaze is almost crazed now, and he lets out a loud growl that makes me shiver. But the handsome man doesn’t take me right away. Instead, he kneels on the bed between my legs and drops his head before swiping his tongue over my clit. I jerk, my hips literally coming two inches off the mattress as hot tingles shoot through my pussy.

“Oh God!” I cry. “More! Please, Daddy, more!”

Malcolm grabs my hips and pushes me back down to the bed, and then buries his tongue in my glistening hole. He thrusts as deep as he can go, and then swirls his tongue around my clit, again and again. My body is shaking, and I try to move but he pins me in place, giving no quarter. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth and I explode, climax shooting through me like a volcano.

“Unnnh!” I scream. “Oh god, yes! Malcolm!”

Even as I rock against his mouth with hot pulses running through my frame, Malcolm continues. He keeps licking and nipping at my clit until the last wave of my orgasm ripples through me, making me feel faint. Then, he begins kissing up my body, over my stomach, and up to my breasts. He massages the heavy orbs, tweaking each hard nipple, then sucks one pink crest into his mouth, nipping and teasing it with his tongue until it’s achy and needy. Then he moves to the other breast.

I’m arching against him, craving more all over again. Even after the immense orgasm he just gave me, he already has me desperate.

“Please,” I moan again, twisting deliciously beneath his caresses. “Now, Daddy.”

The CEO moves upward until he’s looking down at me, those blue eyes blazing. Then slowly, he lowers himself and kisses me gently. I moan as his tongue swipes into my mouth and I taste myself on him.

“You like that?” he rasps harshly. “You like tasting your juices on my tongue?”

But then he pulls away, keeping those blue eyes locked on mine and that’s when I feel his cock pressing against me. Even the head is massive and I arch my back, opening up for him as he pushes forward. The breath escapes my lungs and my eyes go wide.

“You’re too big!” I gasp. “I can’t do it!”

But he shakes his head, continuing the insistent pressure.

“Yes you can,” he rasps as more of that hardness slides between my thighs. “You’re young sweetheart, and you’ll stretch. You can do it.”

Then, against all odds, he’s buried to the balls within my sweetness.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he moans. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Mmm,” I whimper, his words adding to the pleasure already taking over. “More,” I plead, smiling a bit when I see his nostrils flair.

Malcolm moves, sitting up on his knees, and pulls my legs up so that they rest on his shoulders. Then he surges hard and fast, driving his cock deep inside me.

“Yes!” I cry out, arching my back into the bed, my head tilting back as my eyes close with pleasure. A wave’s already building, churning hard and deep, and I know it’s not going to be long before I fall over the edge again.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Malcolm growls, his voice harsh and needy. “I want to watch you. I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”

I nod.

“Say it. Tell me you understand.”

The command in his tone nearly sends me crashing into pleasure as ripples ignite in my core.

“Yes Daddy,” I gasp. “I understand. I’ll keep my eyes open.”

“Good.”

He pulls me up, angling my hips higher, and drives into me again, penetrating even deeper this time. “Ah!” I shriek at the soul-wracking pleasure. “Oh God!”

Then Malcolm thrusts one last time, touching me in places I didn’t even know existed. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” He turns his head and kisses my leg just above my ankle. Then he looks back at me, locking his eyes on mine and says, “Come for me, baby. Now.”

He thrusts inside me again, and I shatter completely.

“Malcolm!” I scream in my delirium. “Unnnnh!”

Climax rips through my frame, taking over my body like an earthquake made of pleasure, crashing harder with each pounding thrust. The gorgeous man pulls out, then drives in once again, even deeper and harder than before.

“Fuck!” he shouts. His shaft swells inside me to titanic proportions, jerking and pulsing as hot juices flood my core, pushing me even further into sweet oblivion.

“Unnh!” I scream, my fists gripping the sheets as my pussy spasms again and again, milking his hardness. “Oh god, yes!”

We groan and pant together, our bodies undulating as the Heavens open wide, showering us with pleasure. My vision goes white and my back arches as I give this man everything, breathless from astonishing pleasure. I can’t see, nor can I breathe, and it’s all because of this man.

But after a few minutes, we drift back to Earth, our bodies damp and sticky, my pussy full. He bends down and kisses me, soft and sweet, before pulling out with a deep squelching sound. He stares at my gleaming slit for a moment, and I know what he sees. There’s white fluid edging out, but instead of begin disgusted, Malcolm merely leans forward and tongues my slit, making me squeal all over again.

“It tastes good,” he rumbles, licking his lips. “Now I’m going to get you cleaned up.”

With that, he disappears into the en suite and I hear water running. A few seconds later, Malcolm reappears with a warm towel in hand, and very gently, he presses it between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, shocked to my core.

“I take care of my women,” he growls, those blue eyes flickering up to meet mine. I have to blink away tears because no one has ever shown such tenderness after making love. Usually, the men I’ve been with roll over and fall asleep, their sonorous snores filling my ears within minutes.

But Malcolm is different and somehow, this one act is more intimate than everything we did only moments ago. After gently sponging off the soreness between my thighs, Malcolm pulls back the blankets and slides into bed beside me, hauling me against that strong chest. I sigh happily while pressing a kiss to his bronzed torso. Is this a dream? It feels like it, and yet the man beneath me is solid and all too real. With that, I let go and fall asleep wrapped in the CEO’s arms, a small smile decorating my features.