His personal assistant, p.5
His Personal Assistant, page 5
"Carter Carter Carter!"
I couldn't stop screaming his name as he shoved his tongue in out of my slit while his fingers teased and rubbed my clit. I was crying out so loud I was drowning out the man talking on speakerphone.
"Come on Winnie, give it to me. Give me your sweet pussy juice."
That was the only reprieve I got from his mouth before he was back to driving me insane with it. I didn't know what it was that pinched my clit but the sensation pushed me over the edge.
"Oh God! Ahhhh!" I screamed as I came into his mouth, digging my nails into the expensive wood of his desk.
I tried to close my legs at the overwhelming sensation but he held me firmly spread open and kept licking at the arousal pouring from me. I laid there feeling boneless for several minutes before I was able to gather myself enough to sit up. Carter straightened my dress before fixing his own jacket while I did my best to smooth my curled hair and fan my makeup back to its matte state. Carter helped me off the desk and once again pulled me flush against his hard chest. He tipped up my chin with his finger then brought his lips to mine for a kiss that had me wiggling all over again. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, and the rush of fresh wetness into my panties couldn't be helped.
I was going to be a sticky mess tonight. Fantastic.
He pulled away first, but not before rubbing his hardened erection into my belly. God, he was seriously trying to make me spontaneously combust.
"Alright beautiful let's get going."
He pressed one more quick kiss to my lips before releasing me. He grabbed his phone off the desk — poor guy on the other line was still talking — then he grabbed my hand before leading me out. I silently followed him out of the office and through the penthouse but all I could think about was if he didn't fuck me soon, I was going to be the one going crazy.
Carter
I barely paid any attention to the man rambling away at me about some shit regarding his business I could give less of a fuck about. I nodded my head every once in awhile though, giving him the affirmation he was after.
But my focus, was completely on Winnie. She glided around the room effortlessly, taking in all the grandeur of the gala and speaking politely to those who engaged her. Of course it was mostly men, who wanted a closer look at her beauty and more so, the assets beneath her dress. The assets that belonged to me. And only me.
I should've fucked her over my goddamn desk.
The thought filled my head for what felt like the thousandth time since I ate her out right before we left. I wanted more for her though, not for her first time to be hard and fast on the top of my office desk. But the idea was becoming more appealing with each passing second. Besides if I had fucked her, she'd have been too sore to do anything more than stand by my side tonight, rather than prance around the gala speaking to every asshole who came her way. She'd decided to have a look around after the third time one of these pretentious assholes who frequent these fucking wastes of time, requested to speak to me privately about business matters. Giving her a passing look of disinterest. I'd barely held onto my shit at their suggestions that I needed to tell Winnie to make herself scarce, but apparently she'd taken the hints they were throwing and decided to go have a look around.
I was about to lose my shit though because she was laughing it up with some bitch of an heir who was taking over his daddy's company with plans to probably run the shit into the ground. Seeing her throw her head back in laughter and smile at his corny ass had me feeling murderous. Time to wrap this shit up. I made some sorry ass excuse to Mr. Gordon, who was still going on about his thriving shipping company that he probably loved more than his three kids, and removed myself. With the way he was going on, he was lucky I even attempted to make an excuse before walking away — he was boring the fuck out of me. But he was a big name in this city, and when you insult a rich business man who considered himself one step away from being God, they weren't too forgiving. I knew how to play the game, I didn't like it but I played it. My company had done well for itself and a lot of the big wigs at the gala owed me favors, but I wasn't the type to just fuck someone over — unless they gave me a reason to.
I shook hands and traded head nods with several gentlemen and their wives on my way over to her. She must have sensed my approach because she looked directly at me and almost dropped her glass at the look on my face. I was a predator coming for my prey, and there was no escape for her. Bitch boy tried to touch her arm as if he was concerned about her almost dropping her champagne but she took a step back and declined before he could. Good girl. Saved me from having to send him home on a stretcher before spanking her ass. Again.
I didn't even stop moving when I reached her, just took her drink from her hand and set it on a nearby table before escorting her away by the arm. "We're leaving."
I'd seen all the people I'd needed to and talked to those who could potentially have a positive impact on my business. There was no reason for me to be here any more. And after the little exchange I'd had to watch between her and the infant heir, I probably would've lost my shit anyways. So it was best that we left. I hurried us out of the party, mindful of the four inch death contraptions strapped to her feet.
"Carter, why are we rushing? Is everything okay? Is there an emergency?" She was sounding worried.
She should be worried, not for me but for herself. The way I was feeling, she was going to be lucky if she could walk tomorrow when I was through pounding her little virgin pussy.
"Did you have a good time, Winnie?"
"Yes, I did. I've never been to anything so fancy before."
We moved through the lobby of the event space and I sent a quick message for the driver to be ready for us before turning my attention back to her.
"And did you have a good time, laughing and joking with him?"
"Huh? Who? What're you talking about?"
"The little boy you were just talking to and flirting with. Did you have fun?"
"Oh, Ian? I wasn't—I wasn't flirting with him. He's friends with Sandra and her family. They go way back. I was telling him how I used to work at the boutique and he was telling me some funny stories about growing up with her kids and the trouble they used to...Did I do something wrong?"
I escorted her through the tall double doors and down the marble steps of the building before helping her into the limousine. I didn't say a word as I helped her get settled in the car before getting in myself. I wordlessly hit the button on the privacy screen, staring at her as she watched it glide up — separating us from my driver. When she turned back to me, she was barely containing her nerves. She bit her lip and fidgeted with her fingers as we stared at one another.
She yelped when I grabbed her and dragged her onto my lap so she was straddling me. She whimpered helplessly as I pulled her pussy down flush against my hard cock, using my grip on her ass to subtly move her back and forth on me.
"Do you remember me telling you earlier that you were mine, Winnie?"
She bit her lip once more and nodded in answer. Not good enough. I brought one hand up to grip her throat gently.
"I want the words." I said darkly.
"Yes — I remember."
"And do you know what that means, when I say that you're mine?"
"That I'm...your personal assistant?"
Damn, my girl was so green.
"It means you don't laugh joke or flirt with other men. It means you stay by my side. That you totally and completely belong to me."
"But, I'm just your assistant." She whispered the words, and I could hear a touch of sadness as she spoke them.
Fuck, she was killing me.
"Do you think if you were just my PA I'd let you live in my home, let you sleep just down the hall from me every night. Do you think I'd come to your room and eat your virgin cunt every night if you were just my assistant?"
"Well—" I cut her off.
"Do you think I'd have plans to take your virgin cherry if I only wanted you to be my employee? You're mine, Winnie. And you're gonna stay mine. Forever."
Her mouth fell open at my words and I used the opening to slam my lips down onto hers and shove my tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth. It was not a gentle kiss, but one of need and ownership. She owned me just as much as I owned her. She gripped my shoulders tightly as I manipulated her movements with my grip on her throat and her ass. The heat of her pussy rubbing over me had me barely restraining from throwing her to her back and fucking her hard right here in the back of the limousine.
When she pulled her mouth away gasping for air, my lips moved down to her tits. I sucked and nibbled her big breasts right through the fabric of her dress while pressing on her ass with my hand to grind her pussy down harder on my aching cock. Her wetness was seeping through her panties and the heat of it was driving my cock wild.
He wanted out and he wanted to fuck.
I let go of her throat, bringing my hand down between her spread legs. I gave her clit a couple of teasing strokes that had her squealing.
"Carter please!"
I slid my fingers down, moving her panties to the side. I pushed two fingers inside her dripping slit, moving them in and out of her wetness.
"Is all this wetness for me? Or are you soaked for him?" I could barely growl out the last words, just thinking them pissed me off.
She was shaking her head before I even finished. "You. Just you. I'm just wet for you, I swear."
I pushed my fingers deeper until I felt her virgin barrier. I rubbed the thin piece of flesh that I was soon going to tear through with my cock. I was going to have to bring her off before I fucked her for the first time but I wanted to drive her mad first. After all, she did that shit to me in the gala so now it was her turn. I pulled my fingers from her, gripped the edge of her panties and tugged. They ripped off of her smoothly and I shoved them in my pants pocket.
"Finger fuck yourself." I stared her right in the eye as I commanded her to touch herself.
Her eyes went like a deer in headlights. "What?"
"You heard me."
"I—I can't. I've never..."
"You're going to do it, Winnie. You going to put two fingers inside your tight little pussy and you're going to finger fuck yourself until we're back home. You're going to keep yourself dripping wet for me, because once I get you flat on your back I'm going to fuck all of my eleven inches into you. And you're going to take it all. You're going to take me all night long until I leave you too sore to walk tomorrow. Understood?"
She nodded her head.
"Good. Now do it, but don't make yourself cum — that's my job."
She bit her lip, hesitating. I could tell she was nervous to do my bidding but I knew she wouldn't disobey. Her dress was already flipped up and her panties were in my pocket, so she had nothing to hinder her as she slid one hand down between her thighs. I felt her body tense in pleasure as she accidentally touched her sensitive clit before reaching down and tentatively pushing two fingers inside her wet hole. I tightened my grip on her ass, trying to keep my hands busy so I didn't take over.
"Carter..."
"Does it feel good, beautiful?"
She closed her eyes and nodded her head. I watched as she slowly moved her fingers in and out of her pussy. Not going deep enough to touch her barrier.
"Does it feel as good as when I do it?"
Her eyes popped open and she quickly shook her head no. I held back the shit eating grin that wanted to appear. It made me feel good though, knowing she needed me in order to reach her pleasure peak. Her ass was still grinding back and forth on me as she touched herself, but I could feel her starting to tense from lack of release.
"Carter, I need you. Please oh God please."
"Soon, beautiful. Keep yourself wet for me. Don't stop until I say."
She did as she was told, but the second we pulled into to the garage of our building she breathed an audible sigh of relief. I adjusted her dress — making sure she was covered before lifting her out of the car once it came to a stop in front of the penthouse elevator. I used my grip on her ass to keep her steady while she kept one hand on my shoulder and the other moving subtly between her legs.
I moved quickly, even though no one was around except the driver and a couple of my security guys, who were always discreet, but I didn't care. I didn't want them seeing shit. Since my hands were full of her luscious ass, she punched in the codes to enter the building's back entrance and then again for the elevator. I'd made sure she had those memorized on her second day living with me. I didn't intend for her to be away from me, but sometimes shit happened and I wanted her to be able to get home without having to deal with shit from the lobby attendants.
Once I had her inside the elevator, all bets were off. I slammed her against the wall of the lift, and rested her ass on the handrail. When my hands were free and I knew she wasn't going to slip, I pushed her hand out of the way so I could get to her pussy. I shoved two fingers inside her and thumbed her clit while capturing her lips in another hot kiss. I had about a minute to bring her off, and another thirty seconds until I could get her horizontal in our home with my cock inside her. She cried out into my mouth as I put more pressure on her clit, grabbing her tit in my other hand. I blocked out the dinging noises of the elevator, my only goal being to make her cum before I got inside her. She screamed into my mouth and clawed at my shoulders right before her pussy flooded my fingers with her climax. She soaked my hand in her juices, then I brought my fingers to her lips smearing her cum on them before diving in to taste. It was a dirty as fuck kiss and made my cock harder than it had ever been before.
The second the elevator doors opened I picked her back up by her ass and quickly strode out of the lift. I felt bad because there was no way I was going to make it to my room, or even her room, which was a couple doors down from mine. She was going to have to settle for the round table in the entryway. I'd make it up to her. I set her down on the table, our lips still fused together as we frantically started pulling at each other's clothes. She had my jacket and shirt off while I worked to get her shoes off. She went for my belt but I had to interrupt her and roughly spin her around to get to the zipper of her dress. I got the thing unzipped and practically ripped the shit off her so I could have access to her curves. I spun her back around and helped her lie back on the table before ridding myself of the rest of my clothes.
"No, keep them open."
She was lying with her legs spread wide but started to close them as I stared between her thighs while I rushed to take off my clothes. It made sense that she was feeling shy about being exposed to me since she was a virgin, but I'd tasted her at least a dozen times. I got my clothes off, but left my boxer briefs on, and took the opportunity to lean over her and run my hands all over her body.
She was a virgin after all, and eleven inches of dick was nothing to mess with, I wasn't trying to scare her by letting her look at my boy before I got him inside her. I took her tits into my hands squeezing the full globes, and she practically shot off the table with a moan as I touched her. I kept my hands on her until she was a writhing mess before replacing them with my mouth and moving my hands down to rub between her thighs. I had to reach one hand up to her throat to hold her in place as I alternated sucking each tit while still teasing her slit with my fingers.
"Carter — I'm going to cum! Carter!"
I squeezed her clit and she lit up for me like a damn firework. He moans of pleasure were like music to my ears. I kept at her tits with my mouth as her sweet arousal poured over my fingers until I had to have a taste. I released her hard nipple from my mouth and brought my cream covered fingers up to suck off her sweetness. I couldn't help the growl that came out. I licked my fingers clean and leaned over her prone body to take her lips in a wet kiss. I fucked my tongue in and out of her mouth letting her taste herself. When our kiss got so hot she was practically grinding herself against me, I reached down and dropped my boxer briefs with my mouth still sealed with hers.
I guided my boy to the mouth of her cunt, getting him nice and wet. I was so fucking hard for her it was a miracle I wasn't taking her on the floor. She whimpered when I started to push the tip inside, but there was no fucking way I was turning back. We'd been building to this point for a while and my cock would probably revolt if I went one more night without her. But she was so fucking tight I had to use more force than I'd intended. Even dripping wet it felt like her pussy was snapped shut. I had plans to change that shit though, by the end of the night her pussy was going to be weeping and filled to the brim with my cum.
I kept working the tip of my cock in and out of her tightness. When I felt her virgin barrier around the three inch mark I felt my dick harden even more at the idea of tearing through it. I pulled my mouth away from hers so I could look down at her. I could see that she was nervous but there was a look of lust in her eyes too. She wanted this.
"You with me beautiful?"
I reached one hand between her thighs to rub her clit.
"Oh goodness, yes." Her moan of pleasure had my cock jerking inside her and leaking out pre-cum.
I took her hands and pinned them in one of mine before going back to her clit with the other. I brought my lips down to suck on her neck, not giving her any warning when I pulled out to just the tip. I bit her neck at the same time I rammed my dick into her deep — tearing through her precious cherry.
"CARTER!" Her scream echoed through the house.
"I can't—I can't take it! It's too much! You're too big!" She cried out but I kept my hips pinned tightly against hers.
I could feel her walls trying to adjust to my invasion as I continued to rub her clit and lick at the mark on her neck. She wiggled against me on the table and tried to free her wrists from my grip but I held firm. It felt like hours as I tried to stay still and allow her time to adjust. I planted kisses all over her face, neck, and tits — anything to take my mind off the stranglehold she had on my dick. The second I put my mouth back on her tit she cried out again, but this time it was only of pleasure. I gave her a tentative thrust of my hips, still latched onto her sensitive nipple. Her moan of pleasure had me growing another inch inside her.
