From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Nine

Droplets trickled down the glass, glistening with the flickering light of a fire in my modern hearth, as roaring cascades of rain pelted the city down below. Claps of thunder came like drumbeats to the song of my voice as I howled with reckless pleasure. Our naked bodies entangled as he sat back on my couch and I straddled him, my smooth back glowing with the flames that silhouetted me.

I pressed my palms to the warmth of his firm, hairy chest, fingers kneading at him as I sank into his waiting lap. He held my thighs with an iron grip while inch after inch of his thick cock buried itself in my snug body.

His bold blue eyes looked into mine, and he growled, “You like that big dick, boy?”

“Yes, sir,” I hissed.

His teeth glowed with firelight when he grinned. “You want dad to breed your nice, tight hole?”

“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned as I plunged my firm, smooth buttocks down into the forest of black hair at the nexus of his thighs and let his thick mushroom head spear me, gushing the man’s precious precum to slick its way. “You feel so fucking good, dad!”

He reared back in his chair and groaned at the sudden grip of my insides on his enormous member, its veins pulsing with fiery desire. With eyes shut, savoring the sensation of my plundered hole, he commanded, “Then ride me, boy. Ride that big, fat dick until it fills you up like the horny whore you are.”

I howled delightedly as I indulged his invitation and slid up and down in a heated frenzy until my smooth skin was shimmering with perspiration. His eyes shut as he savored the ecstasy, bucking his hips upward to meet my falling ass and bury his mushroom as deep as it could possibly reach inside me.

He gripped my rigid cock in his large, meaty hand, holding it like a handle and urging me on to fuck myself speechless on his enormous cock as he muttered, “That’s right, boy. Make dad empty his big nuts right inside you.”

I was grateful Mike couldn’t see me blush in the dim light every time he called himself ‘dad’. It pressed some embarrassing button buried deep inside me. With his cock pummeling my insides and his voice filling my ears, I let out a helpless moan and coated the dark hair on his chest with cum as his hand squeezed me.

Mike sank back into his chair and groaned as my insides tensed around him, tightening snugly over his cock as I writhed in the throes of my own orgasm. He gazed at me with lidded eyes and his shadowy mouth hung open in a moan. I felt the first jolt inside me, his thick jets of cum flooding me with virile swimmers in search of an absent egg.

“Fuck, Avery,” he gasped, cock still throbbing with every pulse of jizz it emptied into my guts. “It felt a little weird at first, calling myself that, but fuck.”

I sank into his lap, weakened and disoriented by the intensity of that ecstatic moment, and collapsed against his chest with those burly arms welcoming me into their embrace. I smiled, feeling Mike’s thumping heart against my cheek, and blushed at the sight of all the glistening white cum I’d painted onto his black fur.

He squeezed me against him, cock still half-hard and buried between my cheeks, and chuckled, “Seems like you enjoyed yourself too, huh?”

I was still speechless, barely managing to reply with a smirk, “Just a bit.”

With a yawn, he leaned back and folded his hands behind his head, my slender body draped across him as his half-hard cock still occasionally pulsed inside me. Mike lifted his thighs to gently bounce me in his lap, loosening the hold of my tight tunnel on his cock until it was finally able to slip out, a gargantuan load left snug and deep inside me.

“It doesn’t weird you out,” he spoke with an affected tone of idle curiosity, but I could feel a true worry nagging at him behind that veil, “that I’m old enough to be your father?”

“If the dad stuff was too much…”

“No,” he interrupted, “it’s fantastic. I’ve just never dated a guy so much younger than me, and it makes me feel a bit, well, ancient.”

I propped my palms on his burly chest to lift myself up, and grinned at him, “Your chest is getting a bit gray.” I twirled my fingers through his ashen fur.

“Asshole,” Mike laughed. “I’m being serious.”

“No, you’re being ridiculous. You’re a man in your prime, Mike, and the fucking you just gave my ass proves it.”

He rolled his eyes and reached down to grab me by the waist, rubbing my dripping hole over his half-hard shaft. “What man wouldn’t fuck this perfect little ass at every opportunity?”

I blushed, remembering the taste of John’s cum and thinking how the man’s own formidable cock would feel pounding my ass.

“Are you alright?” Mike asked. “I was just teasing. You know you’re a hot commodity.”

“Oh,” I was startled from my memory, “yeah, I’m great. Just a little worn out I guess.”

“Dad ought to put you to bed then. Tuck you in and let you get your beauty sleep, huh?”

I laughed and sank forward against him. “Don’t make fun, Mike. It’s just a fantasy.”

“Is it?” He inquired sharply.

“Yes.”

The words hung between us for a long while, my face buried against his chest. His heart was racing, agitated.

“Good,” he chuckled, “I’ve got enough competition for you already.”

I lifted myself back up to read his expression, but it wasn’t as hostile as I imagined. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Avery. John bragged how he got you to blow him as soon as he left your place. He’s all hard-up about planting his flag in someone else’s kingdom.”

“Fucking asshole,” I muttered. “I can’t believe—“

“It’s not a problem,” Mike shrugged. “I’m not scared of a little rivalry. He’s a boss, but you know he’ll never be your boyfriend, right? He just likes fucking around. And if that’s what you want…”

“I wouldn’t even want him to be,” I interrupted.

“Bullshit,” Mike exclaimed with a grin. “He presses your buttons, and it’s fine.” I felt his thick index finger slip up inside me as he growled, “I know how to press your buttons too, boy.”

“Fuck me,” I sighed, relaxing in the man’s lap.

My boyfriend leaned forward and planted his lips on mine, whispering, “If you insist."