Mark arrives home to pure pleasure.
by Delaphine. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It had already gone midnight when Mark arrived home from the office. The flat was quiet as he stepped through the front door, stopping to hang his keys up diligently on a hook in the hallway. Growing up, his dad had taught him that everything had its correct place in a home and he carried that notion with him meticulously into adulthood, applying it with rigour to his own life. Tonight though, as he pulled his scarf from around his neck, his place felt perceptively off balance. He began registering with bemusement the little anomalies around his apartment.
A cashmere coat tossed over the back of his dining chair, a photography magazine abandoned on his couch, a pair of slingback heels lined up casually next to his polished brogues - all scattered evidence that Mia had made it over tonight and was, with any hope, waiting for him in bed.
[[MORE]]After hanging up his coat, he placed his briefcase on the dining table and quietly made his way down the hallway, pushing open the door to the master bedroom. Inside, the street-light spilled through a small gap in the curtains, casting stark shadows across his bedsheets. Mark’s eyes traced the shapely figure wrapped inside them. Mia was sound asleep, no doubt facilitated by the empty wine glass on the side table. He lingered momentarily in the darkness. It seemed a shame to wake her, but the thought of making love to this young woman had hung about his mind throughout the day leaving him slightly agitated and completely aroused.
With this thought rooted firmly in his mind, Mark began to unbutton his shirt slowly, slipping it off and letting it drop to the floor. Mia stirred in her sleep, shifting slightly into the centre of the mattress, causing the bedcovers to slide down her frame. A knowing smile played on Mark’s lips as he made out her milky breasts in the dim light, delighting in the way her pink nipples had puckered against the evening air. Mia Harper was blessedly naked in his bed and must have known, as she slipped between his sheets that evening, that there’d be little chance he’d ignore such blatant teasing. When he tugged at the ends of the blanket, edging it gently down her thighs, what had lewdly infiltrated his thoughts all evening finally came into view. Her pussy was exquisite - smooth and faintly glistening in the near darkness. Mark’s reaction was utterly primal.
Obscene images of her masturbating quietly in his bed, waiting for his arrival, flooded his brain and took over his senses. He determined that sleeping in this bed would never feel the same again. Sinking his knee into the mattress, he reached out to cup her right breast, rubbing across her hard, nipple with the pad of his thumb. They were like little bullets. Before he consciously realised, his mouth was on her, licking and sucking at her turgid flesh, nipping her with his teeth. She was luscious and warm and thrillingly at his mercy. As he moved his attention from one nipple to the other, swirling his tongue in feverish circles, he felt her hand move up and curl around back of his neck, pressing his face gently into her tits, relishing his attention with stuttered breath.
“Mark, fuck.”
With his mouth still on her, Mark undid his trousers, working them down his legs and off his feet, kicking them off somewhere at the end of the bed. He could feel the gentle thrum in his groin begin to swell and shifted next to her, purposely pressing his growing erection against her hip. He pulsed it gently against her, rubbing the wet tip of his cock wantonly across her heated skin, aware in some corner of his mind that it was a little perverse - like he was marking his territory. Mia didn’t seem to mind and slipped her hand around his length, languidly stroking him back and forth in encouragement. Knowing she was still rousing from deep sleep, he shifted his attention upwards, to her eyes, which were still half lidded in the darkness. When they flickered open, sleepy but tender, they took a hold of his, like deep wells of light, drawing him in.
“Mr. Turpin,” she murmured as her lips curled up playfully, “you’re home, finally.”
Mark smirked back. “Mia Harper, you’re perilously naked in my bed.”
Her laughter lit up the space between them and he leaned in, pressing his tongue expertly between her lips. The taste of red wine still lingered faintly on her tongue. As they kissed, Mark manoeuvred his naked body over hers, thrilled by the way she instinctively spread her legs, letting him settle firmly between her thighs. He pressed against her pussy and, feeling her slippery against him, reached down to wrap his hand around his cock. He squeezed it gently, working it over several times before teasing the tip up and down her slit. She was wet and willing and all the while his eyes were on hers, studying her reactions, delighting in the little ways she was consenting to his advances.
“I’m going to come inside you tonight. Okay?”
Mia peered up at him, her hand still cradling the back of his head. This would be new for them - they’d always been so careful - but having teased each other on the phone the night before, it was quietly understood that this was now on the cards.
“Yes, okay.”
Mark smiled and kissed her again. Despite his assertions, he couldn’t help but press his fingers between her thighs first, rubbing her clit gently, thrilled at how slick and swollen she already was for him. Overpowered by his urges, he pushed two fingers firmly inside her, craving the heat of her tight flesh. Mia reacted by spreading her thighs wider, putting her sex on full display, willing him to watch as he thrusted inside her. There was something about fingering this girl that always made him feel like he was in high school again - the way she moaned timidly in the darkness whilst shamelessly riding his hand, relishing the singular act of being penetrated.
As he felt her hips begin to buck against him, he leaned down, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. A rush of euphoria washed over him. They had made love countless times over the last twelve weeks and he knew her body now in intimate detail. Moments spent with her were at times tender and tranquil and at others, greedy and intense. He hardly knew what to make of it. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, groaning inwardly as he guided them between her lips and felt her suckle gently. It was maddening. Unable to wait any longer, Mark repositioned himself between her legs, lining himself up against her centre.
Groaning into the darkness, he finally pushed forward, feeling her give way to his thickened cock, relishing the warmth of her pussy as it contracted around him, sucking him in. It was utterly divine and well worth the wait. Mark moved slowly at first, rolling his hips and luxuriating in the softness of her body. He heeded all her little noises, took note of the slight tremble in her thighs. Casting his eyes downward, it was obvious she was half gone, taking full pleasure in the joining of their bodies. She rocked her hips back against him, her hands now clasped around his waist, pleading to be filled, urging him to slide in deeper, to fuck her harder. Mark brushed his lips against hers.
“Hey, do you want to resist a little? Like the other day?” It was a tentative request and he continued kissing her gently along her jawline, hoping she would understand.
With her eyes still closed, she turned her head to the side, trying to hide the wry smile forming on her lips. Yes. She understood and what’s more, it pleased her. Trailing her fingers lightly up his back, she brought her hands between them, placing her small palms against his chest, applying just a hint of pressure.
“Stop, Mark.” She murmured. “I don’t think I can do this. You’re my boss, you’re not allowed to fuck me.”
His heart rate accelerated and he felt his dick surge between her legs. It had only been a few days since they’d stumbled upon this game, but she had learned to respond quickly, to play along with him in this way. It was unexpected and as they moved together, engaged in this little fantasy, he realised he felt more himself with her, than he did anyone else.
“Fucking beg, Mia. Beg me to stop.”
He watched as she tilted her head back, exposing the smooth skin on her throat. A faint blemish still bloomed there, after he’d got carried away earlier in the week. He licked and sucked at it again as he curled into her, plunging her depths.
“Stop, Mark. Please. It’s too much, you’re hurting me.”
Fuck. Why did he love it so much? Why did he love the way it tripped off her tongue so convincingly? Her words were a perfect trigger, and he let them wash over him before he responded, thrusting into her small frame, pinning her in place.
“I can’t. God, your pussy - it feels so fucking good.”
She made a half attempt to wriggle out of his embrace, but he bore down on her harder, relishing the gentle moans emanating from her throat, enjoying her feigned resistance.
“Jesus. You’re so wet. I know you were touching yourself in my bed. Your body doesn’t lie.”
He pushed himself up on his hands and she gripped his forearms, squeezing them tightly with her fingers tips. Mark responded by pulling out and slapping the underside of his cock against her slit before thrusting back hard inside her. He looked down between their rutting bodies, watching the delicious way his bulging cock disappeared between her thighs. The heady sounds of her juices being penetrated made his head spin and he rammed her harder, in and out, enjoying the way his balls slapped heavily against her pert backside each time.
“Fuck, it feels too good. I’m can’t stop, Mia, .there’s no way.”
She gasped underneath him and rolled her hips, pulling him in tighter. Mark watched her in total rapture, knowing he had no business fucking a girl her age. And certainly not one who worked for him. Had it been a story told to him in a bar, with a cigar and scotch in hand he would have chuckled under his breath whilst quietly passing judgement. But things with her felt different. It felt good with her in every conceivable way.
“Are you enjoying it now? The way I fuck you?”
“Yes.”
He growled in response, speeding up his assault, desperately seeking a rhythm that would drive her over the edge.
“You have a beautiful pussy. It was made to be fucked.”
“Oh god! ”
“Tell me you like it.”
“I like it, .” she stammered, her words trailing off as her body shuddered beneath him. He plunged into her now with brutal abandon, relishing her dripping pussy and the way it sheathed his cock, squeezing every inch of him.
“Beg me now, beg me to fuck you.”
Beads of sweat were collecting at his temples as he worked furiously inside her, his mind deranged with lust.
“It feels so good.” she stuttered. “Please, fuck me harder.”
“Say it again,” he snapped, as his hand flew to her nipple, pinching and twisting it hard.
“Please, Daddy, I want you to fuck me harder!”
His heart pounded in his chest. She’d gone and taken it up a notch. This wasn’t unfamiliar territory, but he was thrilled to take it there. He knew by now how much it got her off.
“You want me to be your daddy? You’d like that?” he taunted, pushing her knees up and grabbing her ankles, thrusting into her from a different angle.
“Yes. Fuck, it’s so deep, it hurts, ”
She squeezed her eyes shut and Mark wiped the sweat from his brow. They really was no way conceivable he could stop, but he needed to check she was alright. Leaning down again, he pressed his lips against her ear, his words suddenly softening against her skin.
“You okay?”
The corners of her mouth lifted in a small knowing smile. Then she turned her head and planted a lingering kiss against the inside of his wrist. It was a small gesture, but it was what he needed.
“Good girl,” he growled and with renewed energy leaned back on his knees again. He gripped the flesh on her hips, pumping into her wet, sopping hole, watching her pussy take his full girth.
“You like it when your daddy fucks you, Mia?”
“God, yes!”
“You should really say thank you, then.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Thank you for what?” he grinned.
“Thank you for fucking me, Daddy.”
Jesus. He could feel his balls start to churn. He was going cum too quickly. His eyes tracked across her face, focusing in on her parted lips, enjoying her little gasps for air. He thought momentarily about how good it would feel to push his cock between them, but they were too far gone now.
“Daddy,” she whispered, “I love you. Fuck me harder, I want all your cum inside me.’
She had a delightfully dirty mouth. It made him painfully hard. But love? It wasn’t a word they’d used in any capacity so far. Yet, as her body writhed beneath him all he could think was that he’d happily do this with her until his body gave out completely. He reached down and pressed his hand against her abdomen.
“You want me to come inside you? Why?”
“I want to feel you inside me.”
‘But why?“ he repeated, studying her face. "You know what could happen.”
“Yes.”
“Is that what you want?” He suddenly needed her to say it, knowing full well he was succumbing to some crude and primitive urge. It was absurd, of course, but he was leading her down another fantasy and she was happy to follow.
“God, yes. I want it.”
“Then beg me, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Oh fuck, Mark, .hurry. Come inside me.”
"Why?”
“Mark, ”
“Say it. Tell me why.”
“Because I want to have your baby.”
“That’s right, good girl.”
Her body was shifting up the bed with the sheer power of his thrusts and now with his hands gripping her hips, he bottom out, filling her completely.
“Fuck, it’s so good. I’m going to come in your wet little cunt. We’re going to make a baby together.”
“Oh god, Mark. I can’t, fuck, I need you, I feel you everywhere.”
He almost laughed, delighted by her dramatics.
“Good. I want you to feel everything. Look at me. Open your eyes.”
Her eyelids flickered open and despite their frenzied pace, she managed to hold his gaze.
“I’m going to come now, I’m going to spill all my filth inside you. Here it comes, baby. All of me, fuck!”
With his fingers digging into her flesh, he thrusted forward with violent ferocity, erupting deep inside her, just as he’d promised. He heard her moan as he worked away, focused on spilling every drop. It felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to one place, making his head spin. Within moments, he shuddered to a sweaty halt, trembling between her legs, the sound of his laboured breathing filling the dark room. Mark squeezed his eyes shut knowing this was it. This felt too good with her. He was utterly hooked.
“Mark, please.”
He opened his weary eyes to see Mia writhing beneath him, antsy and drenched in sweat, bucking against his cock which was still resting heavily inside her. She hadn’t fully come yet. He brought his fingers to her clit rubbing her little nub gently.
“It’s okay, baby, fuck my cock. Make yourself come.”
He dropped his head, wet with perspiration against her chest, nibbling softly on her hard nipples. He could feel the heavy thud under her rib cage as it heaved beneath him.
“Oh, fuck, Mark. It’s so good.”
“Come on baby. Let me watch you. That’s a good girl.”
He pulsed inside her gently and a sound erupted from her throat, something pleading. A sob. She began bucking up against him, her tits bouncing gloriously with each fervid movement.“
"That’s it. Fucking take it. I’m all yours.”
She rolled her hips towards him, fucking herself on his still-hard cock. Her hand flew swiftly to her clit, taking over from him, rubbing her dripping cunt feverishly. Mark blinked slowly as if trying to take a snapshot with his eyes. He wanted to register every detail of this young woman, spread out beneath him.
“Oh look at you. You’re such a dirty girl, fucking my cock like that. I want to watch you come. Right now.”
“Oh god! ”
“Yes, do it. Rub it for me. Don’t make me wait.”
‘Mark!“
Bearing down again, he pressed his mouth against her ear. He knew what she needed.
'You like fucking Daddy’s cock don’t you? You like how it feels inside you. The way it fills you up?”
“Oh fuck .”
He felt her contracting around him. She’s was so close.
“You like it when I’m dirty with you. It makes you fucking wet, doesn’t it?’
"Yes.”
“Ah, if only everyone knew. Little Mia Harper. A dirty, little Daddy’s girl. If only they could see how good you are at fucking my cock. It’s sexy as hell.”
“Mark, oh god.”
“Fuck, do it now. I’m watching. I want to see everything.”
On hearing his words, Mia cried out, her body twisting in the damp sheets, arching her small frame off the bed. He felt her pussy shudder gloriously around his dick, milking him all over again. Groaning in delight, he watched her come apart beneath him, encouraging her with all the filthy little noises he knew would trigger her.
Moments later, she began slowly catching her breath. Mark planted a trail of kisses down her throat, noticing her skin was still flushed and her heart still thrummed rhythmically in her chest. He smiled, feeling fully sated. Moving lower, he reached her taut stomach, resting his cheek against the milky-warmth of her skin.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she replied warily. It made him look up. She had the longest, natural eyelashes he’d ever seen on woman.
“You sure?”
“Yes, it’s just, I’m a lunatic around you. The stuff that come out of my mouth when we’re together. ”
He smiled, understanding exactly. “Does it bother you?”
“No, but I’ve never said those sorts of things to anyone before.”
He smiled and kissed her stomach.
“Neither have I.”
He felt her shifting and so lifted his head, allowing her to shuffle down to face him on the bed. Up close, he could see in the golden flecks in her eyes. He swore they gave off their own light
“I like it though. Probably more than I should.”
“Me too.”
He reached up, tracing her jawline with the back of his fingertip, watching as a little uncertain smile played on her lips. He knew where this this going but for the first time he wasn’t troubled by it.
“Mark, I get that work makes things a little complicated between us. And I know you’re a little unsure about our age difference. But to be clear - I’m not. This feels good to me. I don’t want to stop.”
His heart fluttered unexpectedly. Mark slid his hands down her body, cupping her right breast, luxuriating in its suppleness, listening quietly as she struggled through her words.
'I’m not pushing for anything more, though. Things are good like this. I’m just thinking out loud.“
He mulled this over briefly and then looked at her. 'What made you think this was going to stop?”
Mia paused to consider her words. “You’re hard to read sometimes. You were really quiet at work, today, especially after our conversation last night. When you gave me your key and told me to meet you here, you didn’t look at me. You didn’t say anything. You just walked back to your office. I didn’t know what to think.”
He nodded. It wasn’t the first time anyone had said this to him. He’d lost count of the personality tests forced upon him over the years by over zealous HR departments. They all concurred - he had a killer poker face. In this moment, though, he wanted to come clean.
“Actually, I was thinking about you all day.”
A self satisfied smile tugged at her lips. “Oh yeah? In a good way?”
“I’m going to say yes, though I’m not sure any of my thoughts about you could be classified as such.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes but the tight smile that followed caught his eye. They knew he was still skating around the subject. He took a moment, forming his words in his head before speaking.
“Mia, what we just did; I wouldn’t do that unless I felt safe with you. Unless I felt at peace with all of it.”
She stared back at him and Mark smiled at the way she arched her left eyebrow, trying to decipher his words.
He leaned into her, "I mean that we will figure this out. I want it too; All of it. That wasn’t my key that I gave you. It’s your key. I had it made yesterday. Weirdly, I like seeing your stuff strewn around my flat. I miss it when you’re not here.’
Mia took a sharp breath, her gaze fixed intently on his. Mark knew, as his eyes tracked across her face, that he’d already fallen hard for this woman. Wrapping his hand around her waist, he shuffled closer into her, pressing his lips against her mouth. He felt her smile into his kiss. In that quiet moment, Mark knew they were both finally where they should be.
by Delaphine for Literotica.
