The next thing I know Charlie has me pinned up against the side of the elevator with his body pressed flush against mine. My eyes widen when I feel his huge erection digging into my stomach.
Good Lord, the man is just as big there as he is everywhere else, and I can’t believe he's turned on like this when we're arguing.
“I don't care who anyone fucks so long as it's not you. You’re mine,” he snarls before he grabs the nape of my neck and crashes his lips down onto mine.
My brain short circuits as his tongue delves into my mouth, kissing me senseless—just like he did last night.
I melt against him, but he holds me up against the side of the elevator. When he finally pulls back from me, his eyes are blazing down at me, and his chest is heaving up and down. His lips are wet from our kiss, and my god, the man has never looked sexier.
His hand slams over the emergency stop button, and I feel the elevator jerk to a halt.
“Don’t you dare fucking tell me you're not mine,” he warns me. “Not whenever you melt against me like that when I kiss you.”
He grabs my face in both his hands and kisses me again, even more deeply and passionately this time.
I mewl into his mouth. I feel his hands on the backs of my thighs, lifting me. My legs instinctively wrap around him, my arms going around his neck to hold on.
I gasp as he tears his lips from mine and begins trailing hot, wet kisses over my jawline and down my neck. He fists one hand in my hair and tips my head back, laving his tongue over the column of my throat.
It’s the most erotic thing I've ever experienced—almost like he's marking me.
I feel his hand between my legs, and then he’s stroking me through my panties. “You feel how wet your little pussy is for your daddy, baby?” Charlie whispers in my ear.
I go completely still in his arms as his words crash into me and cause something wicked to spark to life inside me.
“Oh, yes,” he whispers hotly in my ear. “You heard that right. I called myself your daddy because that's what I am, isn't it? I'm not your boss. I'm not your stepbrother. I'm not just some guy. I'm your daddy, and I'm the only one who knows how to give you what you need.”
“Oh god!” I groan out at his words, moisture flooding me.
He feels it because he curses as he rips my panties from me. I mean, he literallyripsthem instead of pulling them down my legs. It’s so fucking hot—like the things you read about in books. I didn't know that a man could literally do that in real life, but here we are.
Before I can even register what's happening, Charlie's cock is out of his pants, and he's fisting it in his hand, lining it up against my hole.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice is telling me I need to tell him to wait, to slow down, explain that I'm a virgin, but before I get a chance to do that, he punches up into me, tearing through the barrier of my innocence.
I let out a scream before my mouth falls on his neck. I bite him savagely, almost as if I want to pay him back for the pain he just caused me.
He grunts, throwing his head back, welcoming the pain. I feel his hard tool pulsing inside me. His arms are taught around me as his entire body vibrates.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sharon.” His voice comes out as a hoarse croak. “Tell me I'm not just imagining things, baby. Tell me I'm the only man to ever be inside this sweet pussy.”
When I finally get my breath back and the pain recedes, I tell him in embarrassment, “Yeah, I've never done this before.”
“Fuck,” he growls out. I feel his cock jerk within me.
He angles my head up to his and kisses me deeply before he whispers against my lips, “Thank you. Thank you, baby.”
“For what?” I ask him, confused.
“For being a good girl and saving this cherry for your daddy.”
Heat pools in my center, and I feel myself clench around him. He groans and buries his face in my neck as he begins to slide in and out of me, punching his hips up and down.
His hands cup my ass as he spears himself into me over and over again. I moan when he hits this place deep inside of me that causes ribbons of pleasure to start unfurling.
I throw my hips down on him, seeking more of the sensation. In this moment, I no longer care that he’s my boss. I don’t care that he’s my stepsister. He’s mydaddyand I’ll do anything to please him.
“Oh yes, kitten. Just like that. Fuck, just like that, baby.” His breath hitches, and his grip on me tightens as he helps me work myself against him.