The CEO's Intern

Daddy's girl

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We froze at the sound of footsteps outside the door. I scrambled to put my clothes back on and slipped out of Mr. Luca's office. Back at my desk, my phone buzzed with a message:

“My house tomorrow at 7:00 PM after work. Come prepared.”

The next day passed in a blur. The moment my shift ended, I rushed home to shower, shave, and put on the tightest bodycon dress I owned—one that hugged every curve and showed off my bust.

When I arrived at his house and knocked, he answered almost instantly, as if he’d been waiting right behind the door. The second I stepped inside, he shut it, locking us in, and pulled me into a hard, ravenous kiss. Our tongues tangled in a fierce competition before he swept me up into his arms and carried me straight to his bedroom.

The heat between us was rising fast when he pulled back slightly.

"Take it off," he commanded.

"Okay, Boss," I replied, breathing heavily.

"Don't call me Boss," he growled, his voice low. "Outside of work, I'm Luca. Or Daddy. Got it?"

"Okay... Daddy."

"That's a good girl."

Exposed to the cool air of the room, my skin prickled with goosebumps. Luca grabbed me and tossed me back onto the bed, the mattress shifting under my weight as he climbed over me. His mouth claimed mine again before trailing down my neck to suckle at my breasts. They swelled, instantly sensitive under the relentless pressure of his mouth and hands.

He moved down, spreading my legs to expose my already soaking core. He slid three fingers inside, digging deep while his thumb worked in broad, rhythmic circles against my c**t. I gasped, clinging to the sheets as his tongue followed, licking and bathing me until I was lost in the sensation.

The click of a belt buckle broke the rhythm. I looked up to see him unzipping his trousers, freeing his shaft. It was massive, thick with bulging veins and slick at the tip.

"I'm going to f**k you until you can barely walk," he warned, his eyes dark. "And you're going to keep coming back for more."

"Yes, Daddy. Please... I've been dying for this."

"Say my name."

"Please, Luca."

He aligned his head at my entrance and drove forward in one powerful thrust. A sharp scream tore from my throat as he filled me completely, hitting every deep, sensitive spot inside me.

"Gosh, you're so tight, Kayda," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Like you were made just for me. Come for me, baby girl. I'm going to fill you up so full you'll be dripping when you leave."

He pressed deeper, the pressure knotting high in my stomach.

"Oh God, Luca... it's so much," I whined, gripping his shoulders.

"You can take it," he urged, pacing himself into a steady, deep rhythm. "Come for Daddy. Show me how much you love it."

"I love it—"

The wave hit all at once. My eyes rolled back, my inner muscles clenching around him as a violent orgasm rushed through my entire body.

"You feel so f*****g good," he muttered, holding me tight through the peak.

"Yes, Daddy... I do."

Slowly, the intense heat gave way to exhaustion. We collapsed onto the mattress together, still joined, waiting for our breathing to slow down.

Here there was no "intern" and "CEO". Just Luca and Kayda.

We’d stay up talking until 2am about everything except work. Why he never married. Why I took this internship. Then the talking would stop.

He knew how to be slow here. How to make me forget the 25 floors between us and the company.