The Assistant (3 page)

He let go of her wrists, his hands travelling to the back of her knees to push her legs closer to her chest. “Keep your legs like that,” he commanded.

With her opening herself up to him, he rose to his knees, his hands gripping at her hips as he gave her what she wanted. He picked up his pace, thrusting hard into her while pulling her hips against him, burying himself to the hilt every time. One hand left her waist and travelled down to her center, rubbing the sensitive nub to heighten her pleasure. Her moans spurred him on, pressing harder onto her clit to make her reach her climax.

Abigail let out a loud moan as her second orgasm tore through her. Blake slowed down his pace as he let her ride the waves of pleasure, a soft moan of his own escaping his lips as he felt her walls spasm around his cock.

He lifted his eyes to her when she grew quiet, furrowing his brows when he saw that her attention was elsewhere. Following the direction of her gaze, he growled.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked gruffly as he halted his movements.

She turned her attention back to him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips when she noticed the frustration on his face. “Don’t be mad,” she said, pulling his body down to hers. “I was only trying to figure out how long it was gonna take you to make me cum again.”

“Turn over and get on your knees.”

Abigail bit down on her lip as she did what she was told. Blake smiled appreciatively when her ass wiggled in the air as she got comfortable.

She giggled softly when she felt his knuckles graze her naked back. She had fully expected him to be rough as he had been moments ago instead of being tickled by his gentle touch. He crawled over behind her and leaned down, placing soft kisses along her spine. She turned her head to the side when he reached her neck, her mouth searching his. He slowly pushed into her as he deepened the kiss, her moan dying in his throat.

He kept himself pressed against her back, his head nuzzling into her neck as he thrust in a slow and sensuous manner. Each stroke had him pulling out almost completely before pushing in inch by inch. It was sexier and intimate but not what she was hoping for.

 “Go faster.”

“I think you’re forgetting who’s boss here,” he teased, his warm breath fanning against the column of her throat. “You don’t get to make the calls, sweetheart. Now be quiet and just enjoy it.”

“Fuck, Bl –”

She shrieked when his palm met her ass hard, the sound of the slap echoing around the room. “I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?”

She started to speak again, but before she could even get a single word out, he slapped her ass again, harder than the first time. “You really want to be punished, don’t you?”

Abigail smirked, realizing that she could use the new situation to her advantage. She rocked back on her knees, forcing him deeper into her, earning another hard slap. Her skin was starting to sting, knowing that there was an angry red welt where his palm had landed, but it was a pleasurable pain that she didn’t mind experiencing over and over again.

He growled into her ear before pushing up off her. His hands travelled to her hips, holding them in a bruising grip. He pulled his cock back, keeping just the head inside her honeyed depths, before swiftly thrusting back in. He repeated the motion over and over, setting a hard and fast pace, just like she wanted. Her moans mingled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh as he pounded into her relentlessly.

“Is this what you wanted?” Her only response came in the form of a guttural moan, no coherent thought able to form in her head. He reached a hand out to tangle in her hair and pulled hard, bringing her against his chest. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she managed to cry out. “Fuck yes!”

Blake let go of her hair to wrap his arm over her chest, keeping her flush against his body. He could feel his balls getting tighter, his orgasm drawing closer as he kept his frantic pace. He didn’t want to stop until she came again. His other hand left her hip and travelled down to her clit, rubbing circles against it in a frantic pace to bring her closer to her own climax.

She arched her back, her ass pressing harder against his hips as he kept thrusting. The familiar feeling kept building up in her stomach, her toes curling in anticipation of what was to come.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered hotly into her ear. “Cum for me.”

A scream tore through Abigail’s throat as her orgasm washed over her, her body not getting any reprieve as he kept on his assault on her pussy with both his hand and his cock. Blake wasn’t too far behind with his own climax though. Her walls clamped down almost uncomfortably tight around him, milking him for what he was worth, emptying his seed into the condom. Their moans blended together as they rode the waves of pleasure, neither wanting to let go of the other just yet.

He gently guided their bodies back down on the bed, a whimper escaping her lips when he pulled out of her completely. No words passed between them as they tried to catch their breaths, the ragged intakes of air being the only sounds that filled the room.

“Holy fuck.”

Blake chuckled lightly at the first words that left her mouth, more for the fact that he was thinking the very same thing.

“You wanna tell me exactly why you haven’t tried to fuck me before today?”

He snapped his head to the side to look at her. The question caught him a little by surprise, especially with how she attempted to tell him no earlier. He felt a surge of pride when he realized that it meant she was thoroughly satisfied, the look of bliss clear on her features.

“Trust me,” he started. “I’ve fucked you many times over in my head. I was just waiting for the perfect time. ”

“Your mother is gonna kill me when she finds out,” she mumbled.

“Who says she will?” he asked. “And besides, you work for me now and not her.”

“I guess it is my job as your assistant to assist you however you need it,” she quipped.

“Damn right.”

The two just lay in bed, a comfortable silence falling between them.

Blake sat up all of a sudden, his hands moving to remove the condom he was still wearing. He stood up wordlessly and threw the used rubber in the trash bin and walked straight to his bathroom as Abigail looked on wordlessly. Thoughts began running through her head about how he had gotten what he wanted and how she was now just another one of the girls he had bedded and will soon forget. But before the feeling of shame could even settle in her chest, his head popped back out the door.

“Do you wanna come in here and help me?” he asked with a smirk. “I’m gonna need a thorough washing.”

A sly smile made its way onto her lips. “Whatever you say, Mister Pritchett,” she replied, getting off the bed and sauntering her way over to him. “I’m here to assist you in every way I can.”

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