Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 7 - The End?

CHAPTER 7 - The End?

I wrapped my arms around Daman's neck, going on my toes to kiss him. I was relieved when he bent his head down a little, saving my feet from discomfort. My lips parted, savoring his minty taste.

His hands cupped my ass, and reached under my dress. Realizing that I wasn't wearing any underwear, I could feel his erection grow.

"Fuck. Have you been wearing nothing but this dress, all night?" Daman groaned at the thought.

I giggled nodding my head. Even with a thong, the underwear lines were evident, so I just opted that option out.

He immediately began to rub his fingers against my clit, torturing me with the slow motions. I gathered all my strength to move my hands to his shirt, where I struggled pop open the buttons and undo his tie. When he was left in just his boxer briefs, I couldn't help but look down in awe at his gorgeous body. His abs were toned and defined with muscle, and the crotch of his underwear was raised from his erection.

"I told you I'd take you nice and slow tonight," Daman whispered plunging two fingers into me. "But now, I just want to bend you over the bed and fuck you hard," his voice came out in raspy phrases, making me melt into his arms like butter on a hot skillet.

He pulled them out, bringing them to his mouth. I watched him carefully as he sucked his fingers dry, savoring my taste. My eyes widened and my lips parted, shocked and in awe from the action. I had never seen anything so arousing. When he was done, his hands were brought to my back, where he unzipped my dress and pulled it to the ground. I began to kick off my heels, wanting to escape the discomfort they brought but Daman stopped me.

"Leave them on." he smirked. Under his spell, the only thing I found myself able to do was nod. I was growing uncomfortably wet, and wanted nothing more than for him to touch and relieve me.

"Lean over the edge of the bed." He directed me. I obeyed, bending myself onto the bed so my feet were still on the ground but my stomach was on the mattress. I lifted my head up to watch him pull down his underwear and reveal his full anatomy. When he looked my in the eye and began to walk near me, I rested my head back on the mattress, trying to hide that I found him to be so mouth watering.

He walked over to me and placed the palm of his hand on my back. He bent down slightly and pushed himself into me. After a couple of thrusts, I had adjusted to his girth and was dying from the pleasure.

I had never been in a position like this before but it was bringing a different feeling. Every thrust hit a new, enticing spot, that made me cling onto the sheets and moan. Hearing Daman softly curse and grunt only heightened my arousal.

His hair would move from the sides of my neck, to my back, to my hair; squeezing ,scratching, and pulling.

After what felt like seconds, my body was shaking and ready to explode.

Catching on, Daman placed a firm palm on my ass, spanking me. "You better not come without my permission, otherwise it'll be a long night." he panted, pushing himself in all the way.

"Okay," I whimpered and pressed my forehead into the sheets and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to last—it just felt too good.

Curses began to slip through his lips, turning me on even more.

"I'm going to come." I groaned, warning Daman. When he comprehended my words he kept his fast pace, hitting my favorite spot.

"Not yet baby." His nails dug into my flesh surely leaving marks that would show tomorrow.

It was weird how dominant he was with me in the bedroom. I honestly never would've guessed. Even though his job requires him to hold an authoritative personality, at home he's always so kind. Sure he can be crude and a little demanding at times, but everything he does is done out of love for his son. If you ask me, that's pretty fucking hot.