Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 21: Off Roading

Mila's pov

Though he had my attention, after such a stressful encounter with Mr. Adam I was not in the mood. I shook my head and curled my lip.

"What's the problem?" he asked me, his voice deep and cutting, adjusting himself in the seat.

"I don't feel horny after people yell at me, and we lose contracts,” I replied.

Mr. Williams locked the car.

"If you don't behave like my good girl, I'll fire you. Then, tomorrow, you'll have to explain to your father why you're no longer employed.”

My heart thundered in my chest at the prospect of having to tell Dad I was let go.

"What do you want?" I asked him, drawing my lips down. He pointed to his cock.

"Suck it," he demanded. Reluctantly, I slid down and began to give him head. Though I was resentful toward him for making me do this, I soon lost myself in the excitement of the moment when he responded so readily for me. He was engorged within seconds, his cock raised like a flag, and I felt my core tighten sending waves of pleasure from my pelvis to the rest of my body.

Using my tongue, I probed his tip, flicking against his most sensitive parts. He grabbed my hair forcing me to deep throat him until tears were pouring down my cheeks. I was gagging and whimpering trying to handle it. Just as I didn’t think I could take it anymore, the phone rang.

"This is Mr. Williams," he answered in an authoritative tone. Shaking with delight, I continued blowing him when I noticed his breath was picking up. I continued pleasuring him as he tried speaking calmly to whoever this businessperson was.

"Yes, those um... what did you ask for again?" He paused, glancing at me, then stared straight ahead. Tapping the wheel trying to get back on track he continued, "Accounting records, yes, those will be in, first thing."

There was a pause, then I squeezed his swollen shaft pressing his purple cock head to my lips. He strained against the seat, adjusting his position as I swirled it against my mouth.

"Th-That's right," he said, almost losing his breath. "Great, Gary. We'll talk soon." Then he hung up.

My pussy was making my silky panties slide, sopping up the puddle I made. Replacing my hand with his own, he pressed his dripping tip to my wet mouth. Then he drove it into my throat, causing me to gag and cry again. My makeup was streaking my face, blurring my vision as he groaned, coming hard. He was stuffed in the back of my throat; I barely had to swallow at all.

Then he took it out, cupping my chin, running his masculine thumb over my tear-stained cheeks.

"Good girl," he growled. Surprisingly he pulled me on top of him, his cock still hard as a rock and glistening from my saliva. Sitting upon him, as soon as he entered me my pussy flexed, and I was already close to orgasm.

"Fuck me, Mila. I want to feel you come on my cock so hard that you soak my balls," he said in his deep gravelly voice. Breathlessly, I began riding him as he watched, making sure I was following his command. "That's right, Mila. Come for me. Drench me with your juices." My heart slammed against my chest as I picked up the pace.

My clit was pressed against his pelvis as I rode him; it was one of my favorite ways to come. My moans became louder as I slid up and down his throbbing member using it for my exact pleasure. He thrusted at the perfect moment hitting my g-spot.

He clutched onto my hips, his fingers digging deep enough to leave bruises. My pussy lips were sopping against his suit pants as I fucked him. I was dripping all over his pant legs and in between the seat. When the waves of orgasm hit me, they were slow but then intense.

I screamed freely, feeling liberated. My hair was snarling against the car roof as I writhed and cried on him. It was cathartic.

Just as I was finished, he lifted me off him and pushed me against the steering wheel. He jerked off as he spread my lips then he shot ropy come threads onto my bare pussy. Using his engorged tip, he smeared his ejaculate all over my clit.

Afterwards, he used my underwear to wipe my juice off his crotch and pant legs. He tossed it to me as I did the same. As I did, he looked at me with a tiny smile, expressing so much yet barely moving.

On the way back I felt much better about everything. Mr. Williams' jokes filled my mind, keeping me at ease, forcing me to not overthink things. Then he decided to take this opportunity to give me some advice.

"With contracts and partnerships in the future, you need to be masterful with your reaction. Surprises don’t often come up, but when they do, you can't let anyone see they've gotten the better of you."

“Are you telling me to keep my temper under wraps?"

"Exactly," he said.

“I’ll be sure to remember that.”

Mr. Williams drove me all the way home. When we pulled up in the driveway, my dad parted the living room curtains, craning his neck to see what was going on. He left out the front door furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Everett. You drove Mila home from work today..." My dad trailed off unable to finish his thought. My mother joined him, wrapping her arm around his waist.

"And we're grateful for that, aren't we honey?" she asked my father glancing up at him.

"Of course," he answered with a polite smile.

"Join us for dinner, Everett?" my mother asked.

"Rain check this time," he replied with a casual smile.

As I left the car, I began my way toward the doorway but then Mr. Williams flashed the lights. When I peeked over my shoulder he beckoned to me. Turning on my heel, I returned.

"What now?" I asked.

He motioned to the stick shift. As I leaned in, I could see my panties dangling, stiff from the combination from our mingling fluids. Gasping, I reached out and snatched them from him. He chuckled deviously and winked at me. Stuffing them into my pocket I turned around, giving Dad a huge smile.

In the evening, reflecting on everything that happened earlier, I felt a sweet happiness inside. Falling backward, I landed on my pillow ready for sleep. Just as I was beginning to drift off, my phone flashed, lighting up the whole room.

Groaning, I leaned over and glanced at the preview. When I saw what was written, I swiped it down immediately, my heart rate picking up. The whole message was displayed.

Everett: Is the bastard you're sleeping with in the company?