One wrong move and he was inside me; neither of us stopped

I was in my dorm room, sitting cross-legged on my bed, laptop perched on my knees, when I first met him. His name was Marcus, a CEO twice my age with a reputation for being ruthless in business and, apparently, just as commanding in private. We’d been flirting online for weeks, me playing the curious college girl, him leaning into the stern but indulgent “Daddy” role. It started innocently enough—late-night chats, playful teasing—but I knew exactly where this was going. Or at least, I thought I did.

He’d invited me to his penthouse under the guise of “[networking](https://www.redquill.net/story/jfhv1c-my-ceo-daddys-accidental-fucking?utm_source=tumblr&utm_id=breakingcanon),” but we both knew what this was. I showed up in a tight little dress that hugged my curves, my tits practically spilling out of the neckline, and heels that made me wobble just enough to seem vulnerable. He opened the door in a crisp suit, his tie already loosened, and I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked me up and down.

“Come in, kitten,” he said, his voice smooth but with that edge of authority that made my stomach twist in the best way.

The moment I stepped inside, he had me pinned against the wall, one hand gripping my waist, the other tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “You’ve been teasing Daddy long enough,” he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. “Time to see if you can handle me.”

I shivered, trying to keep up the act of innocence. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, biting my lip. “I’m just here to learn from you.”

He chuckled, low and dark, and his hand slid down to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Sure you are, baby girl. Let’s see how eager you are to learn.”

He led me to the couch, his grip never faltering, and I stumbled a little, my heels catching on the edge of the rug. I fell back onto the plush cushions, and before I could sit up, he was on top of me, his weight pressing me down. His lips were on mine, rough and demanding, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair.

He broke the kiss, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

I nodded, my heart racing. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now show me how much you want this.”

His hands were everywhere, pulling at my dress, squeezing my tits, and I couldn’t help but writhe under his touch. He pulled the dress down, exposing my tits, and I gasped as his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard. “Fuck, Daddy,” I whimpered, arching into him.

He growled against my skin, his teeth grazing my nipple, and I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh through his slacks. He shifted, and somehow, in the tangle of limbs and desperation, his cock slipped free of his pants, the tip brushing against my soaked panties.

“Daddy,” I moaned, squirming, but he didn’t seem to notice. His mouth was still on my tits, his hands gripping my hips, and in one careless thrust, the tip of his cock slid into me, splitting me open.

I froze, my eyes wide, but the shock was quickly replaced by a wave of pure, electric pleasure. “Oh my God, Daddy,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He paused, his lips still on my skin, and I could feel him hardening even more inside me. “Shit,” he muttered, pulling back to look at me. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

But I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn’t. “Please, Daddy,” I begged, my voice trembling. “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He hesitated for a moment, then his lips curved into a wicked smile. “You want Daddy to fuck you, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please. Fuck me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped my hips, and he pulled back before thrusting into me, hard and deep. I cried out, my back arching, and he didn’t let up, pounding into me with a rhythm that left me breathless.

“That’s it, take Daddy’s cock,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so fucking tight, baby girl. Feels like you were made for this.”

I could only moan in response, my body writhing under his, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His hands moved to my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples, and I could feel myself getting even wetter, my pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

“That’s it, cum for Daddy,” he commanded, his thrusts getting harder, faster. “Show me what a good girl you are.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over me. He didn’t stop, fucking me through it, and I could feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing inside me.

“Gonna fill you up, baby girl,” he groaned, and with one final thrust, he buried himself deep, his cum flooding me. I could feel it, hot and thick, spilling into me, and I moaned, my body still twitching with aftershocks.

He pulled out slowly, and I could feel his cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. “You did so good, baby girl,” he whispered. “Daddy’s proud of you.”

I kissed him, my tongue sliding into his mouth, and I could taste myself on his lips. “Thank you, Daddy,” I murmured, my voice soft but filled with need. “Can I be your little cum dumpster?”

He chuckled, his hand cupping my cheek. “Yes, kitten. You’re Daddy’s good little cum dumpster. And I’m not done with you yet.”

His eyes darkened, and I knew this was only the beginning. I was his now, body and soul, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me next. “Fuck me again, Daddy,” I begged, my voice shaking with desperation. “Please. I need you.