The Driver’s daughter 2

She waited patiently inside his luxurious limo, her eyes fixed on the window, watching.

Cory stood outside, speaking to her father and mother. His calm posture eased the storm in her chest. But when her father turned and looked straight at the car, her skin prickled with anxiety. She reminded herself that the windows were tinted from the outside. Only she could see them.

The party was still going strong, but for her and Cory, it was already over. With her dress torn to pieces, there was no way she could go back inside.

So Cory had the driver pull the car around back. Then he picked her up in his arms, making sure no one saw them.

His words were sharp, like a commander giving orders. “Text your parents. Tell them you’re going to a friend’s house for the night.” He paused, then chuckled at the confused look on her face.

“There’s no way I’m letting you go home tonight. Not after knowing how you taste.”

Like a robot under his spell, she did exactly what he said. Her parents were never the type to lock her in or stop her from going out. Her best friend’s house was the perfect excuse.

The text was short: *Tired already… off to Emma’s.*

Her father called just to check if she was safe. Of course she was—safe under his boss’s hot strokes.

“All done. To the Penthouse Seven,” Cory said. His voice echoed through the space. She glanced at him as he took off his suit jacket.

As soon as the car began to move, she asked, “What did you tell them?”

“That I just f*ck*d their 18-year-old daughter in the bathroom, and now we are both on our way to my house to spend the rest of the night together.”

He yanks her into his arms immediately, giving her no chance to speak as he claims her mouth again in a hot French kiss.

“Then I better not return home.” Ciara shivered now as he kissed his way down to her n*ppl*s. He seemed to love them.

“I want your throat,” he orders in a chill tone, palming her soft *ss.

He drops her so she kneels in between his legs, her large breast dangling on his thighs. Slowly she unbuckles his belt, and every second is tugging at his restraint.

His massive d*ck stood thick and strong. “S*ck,” he orders, and she does.

He groans as her tongue twirls on his tip; the taste of his precum made her wet. She was so full, taking only half of his length while her hands stroked the rest. Cory is that big.

Soon, sloppy sounds of Ciara gagging and choking on his arousal filled the moving car. Though the division of the limo was activated, barricading them. Cory knew his driver, Seven, could hear them.

“F*ck… that's it!” he groaned as he held her head in place, f*ck*ng her throat like a d*mn sl*t.

She was perfection: face smeared with broken makeup, messy hair, and plump lips. He is responsible for her state, and he loved it.

Ciara moaned so loud when he pulled her up, so her *ss is on his face now. The 69 position while they are seated.

Her face on his c*ck, with her legs clasped around his neck while he s*ck*d on her p*ssy. Hands held her jerking body in place as he devoured her this way.

Ciara came hard again, screaming, writhing in his hold, while bouncing her *ss on his face. “My goodness…” he groaned after setting her down. He held back strands of her hair. “Who fucks you? Daryl?!” he growled.

“Only Cory fucks me.” she purred into his ears, sucking on his neck now. He positions her to straddle him now, and a gasp escapes her when he thrusts into her again.

“Boss…. We, uh... We arrived,” a voice resounds in the car, ceasing their fun. The car had come to a stop.

Cory growls low but ignores Seven. Instead, he slowly begins to f*ck Ciara, who can barely hold back her moans.

His pace increases within seconds as he pounds her from underneath. “Ohhh… f*ck me just like that… Ahhh yes! Cory!” she screams without shame or a care in the world.

Seven was all red as he fled the car without looking back. His boss, who was always well-behaved, was now a muddle, thanks to his 18-year-old friend’s daughter. How ironic.

“I'm not done with you.” Cory warned as he carried her bridal style into the tall building. Taking up the private elevator so as not to be seen since they were both completely naked. Privilege of being the boss.

The moment he walked in, Cory slammed her back against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to feel your wet walls squeezing my c*ck.” He whispers while thrusting gently into her. Ciara's a crying mess now.

“That night when you kissed me…. I f*ck*ng lost my sanity. Jesus… Ciara…” he moaned, lost in the pleasure.

*slap slap slap* sounds of flesh clapping echo. “Oh my god… yes, just like that, Cory… Oh, I love your c*ck… yes! F*ck, keep going!” Ciara yells, her body trembling in his strong hold.

“Oh, take all of me, take it!” he groans, increasing his pace, their ragged growls reverberating in the room, until they climax together.

Two hours later, after a long hot bath together, Cory made sure to make Ciara some snacks, which they ate together, and now they stayed intertwined, both naked, on his couch.

“I want more.” Ciara purred after a while, and Cory watched her take his d*ck into her mouth again.

Five minutes later, her back was on the couch as he thrust into her once more. They had turned into animals in heat at this point, well, until the sound of glass shattering pulls them back to reality.

“Cory…?”

At the far end, close to the door, stood a trembling Enzo; his broken phone on the ground must have slipped from his hands, causing the noise.

Ciara locked eyes with her father, her body motionless in fear; however, a scream tore through her lips as Cory thrust hard again, holding her legs in place so she was unable to escape.

“I called your father here… so he sees for himself how perfectly you fit under me,” he whispers as he drives faster and deeper now, causing Ciara to moan shamelessly at the sweetness.

Enzo stood rooted in place, tears in his eyes as he watched his boss ravaging his only child.

“Oh, Enzo…” She feels so good! Cory purred while locking eyes with him. “Just like your *ss feels when I f*ck you in my office,” he dropped the bomb as he came into her, filling her up with his c*m.

Did she hear right? Cory fucks her father as well?

WTF….