The CEO's Naughty Assistant

Damien Knight rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he walked into his luxurious expansive office, exposing the ripped muscles of his dark forearms, his chiseled jaws set in a harsh determination.
The dim lighting of his office cast his broad shoulders and six foot height in a silhouette of sinful sensual sight, his piercing grey eyes scanning the room for something,
Her.
As soon as those pupils that dominated in the boardroom and bedroom alike, made contact with the petite figure of his meticulous assistant, they darkened a deep shade of lust.
"Ashley.."
It was the first time he called her by her first name, in a deep husky whisper of desperation,
Or perhaps an adoration.
For a moment, Ashley thought she could be dreaming again; one of the thousand filthy fantasies she had conjured in her imagination and repressed for so long.
Two years.
Two years since she first set her eyes on her new boss and felt her panties dampened instantly.
Two years since she had bottled up her feelings and pretended that she hadn't envied the laptop and papers on the table...
She had always wanted him to spread her out on the table, spread her legs and show her how skillful he was with his tongue, before giving her the final treat of entering into her,
Fast, and deep.
Ashely was panting for breath, her green eyes misty with an overpowering emotion of confusion and pure desire, as she watched the man she had wanted more than anything in the world, stride towards her.
And boy, did that powerful prance of a panther and gait of a proud horse do her in.
Each step he took pulled her deeper into his web, her eyes focused on him, just him.
"I...Sir..." She started to say, her lips trembling with the million nerves that crawled into her skin.
She couldn't believe that he had found out about her obsession with him, anymore than she could understand his reaction to it.
Why wasn't he throwing her out after finding out that she was basically a stalker who had kept a folder dedicated to his pictures in her phone?
And even worse, she had opened a private website where she wrote erotic fan fiction stories involving him.
She knew that her career was over, but now...
"Ashley, you have one hell of a dirty mind, don't you?"
Unconsciously, her teeth sank into her bottom lip, her brain foggy with desire at the effect his thick hoarse voice had on her.
Damien took another step forward, closing the gap between her mind and sanity, his powerful cologne permeating into her senses.
She lost her mind.
In all the years that she had worked for him, she hadn't been this close, this intimately near, to him.
Damien possessed every quality that inspired erotic fantasies, and a body that was fucking illegal.
His Roman nose was like a Greek sculpture, somewhere between Adonis and Eros, and those lips were pure sin; red, firm and inviting.
Those broad shoulders belonged to an R-Rated section of the magazine that hadn't been invented yet, and those powerful thighs... Fuck.
She was dripping, staring at him, taking him in, her chest rising and falling, her green eyes lazy, misty, hungry. For him.
It was all...for him.
Aware of the effect he had on her, a smirk tugged at the sides of Damien Knight's lips, then they parted softly, a smug expression filling his eyes.
"I do that to you, don't I, Ashely?"
Fuck.
Her name on his lips was a sinful turn on.
Her panties dampened, her pupils dilating as she perceived his cologne again.
"I... Yes." Ashley muttered, surrendering to this madness of desire that plagued her, this frenzy of hunger that had driven her nuts for ages.
He took one last step, completely closing the tiny distance left between her and insanity.
Then, without a word, without any hesitation, Sahabet she lifted herself upwards, and standing on her toes, she leaned forward, and laid her lips against his, softly.
But Damien Knight never played it soft in the boardroom,
Neither did he like it gentle in the bedroom.
And so, as soon as those fucking soft pink lips he had imagined wet and plump around his cock made contact with his, he opened his mouth, and sucked them in.
Shit.
Ashley almost lost it there and then.
Kissing Damien Knight was nothing like what she had written and imagined.
It was even better, evoking feelings of raw lust and pure passion inside her.
As he plunged his tongue into the wet tavern of her mouth, drinking her like the sweetest and the most addictive wine, his callused palms roamed through her body.
Fuck.
The sound of her zipper being pulled down was barely heard over his other palm slipping through her hair and pulling the soft blond locks gently but firmly.
Those big palms she had imagined on her searched for her soft heaving breasts with so much confidence it drove her mad,
As though he were entitled to it,
As though they belonged to him.
Her pink nipples which had hardened to pebbly stones heated instantly as soon as he grazed them, and she sucked in a deep breath, a moan tearing from her lips,
"Oh..." She moaned, her back arching immediately, her pupils darkening like the night clouds.
Damien suddenly wrenched his lips from hers, his eyes dark as the night, hunger and need filling them.
But before she could ask why he had stopped, he gave her a lopsided grin and leaned forward, covering her right breast with his hot mouth, that sinful tongue darting out to flick over her sensitive nipple.
"Oh fuck...please..." Her voice was high-pitched, loud enough for anyone outside the office to hear, but she didn't care.
Nothing else mattered in that moment.
Nothing at all, except the Greek demigod of sex driving her to the brink of madness through a route of pleasure that she had never taken before.
She screamed again when he bit her nipple gently, his hand closing around her other nipple and rolling it in between his fingers.
"Fuck..." The word rolled off her lips without her consent, her back arching further as he sucked her generous breasts harder.
"Say my name." He muttered in a deep voice, the vibration against her nipples sending her to a near orgasm.
Oh hell...
Ashely bit her lips, her eyes rolling as he pulled her closer, cupping her butt and making her feel how big he was.
And hell, he was a magnificent beast; fat and thick and simply wrecking havoc in her senses.
"Dam...Damien, please, fuck me." She managed to let out the words amidst the loud moan wrenching from her lips.
The moment she let out those words, his cock which was hard as steel twitched in his pants, a curse leaving his lips.
"Fuck me." He growled, feeling a surge of lack of control pass through him.
He had never wanted anyone in this manner, nor had he ever imagined that instead of closing a deal, he would be with his assistant tonight, fighting the urge to come in his pants like a damn teenager.
In one swift move, he managed to wrench his lips away from the roses of her sweet nipples and sweep her into his arms, her petite frame fitting perfectly in his sturdy arms.
Ashley let out a gasp of delighted shock, her slender arms wrapping around his neck, her green eyes gazing at him in the dim lighting as he carried her to his large office table.
It felt like a dream, the fulfillment of a fantasy that had long been nurtured.
Damien Knight swept the items on the table away in a smooth move, his eyes focused only on her as the sounds of papers hitting the floors blurred into an irrelevant Sahabet Giriş background.
He set her down gently on the table, his last and only act of gentleness in that evening.
And then, as soon as she sat on the table, he took her in with a beastly fascination; her toned stomach rising and falling, her voluptuous breasts heaving up and down.
Those eyes, dark blue as midnight, and hungry, slowly moved up to her nipples, wet and pink from his teeth, surrounded by a crown of areolas that were sensitive from his touch.
Then, they moved up to her eyes, catching a shadowed glimpse of that powerful desire she had hidden over the years, and his control snapped,
Like a fucking twig.
With his eyes trained on her, maintaining a contact that was dangerous and fascinating, Damien reached for the zipper of his pants, his fingers shaking as though it were his first time.
He sprung out hard, thick and long, the veiny length of his cock driving a maddening hunger within her.
Her clit throbbed instantly, her nipples hardening again as liquid filled her mouth.
She stared at him like she had been starving her whole life for him, and it scared him a bit, as much as it flattered him.
He stepped closer to her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his palm tugging at her dampened panties and tearing the flimsy lace material.
"Oh!" She let out a yelp against his lips, but he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, pushing her thighs apart, precome leaking from the engorged head of his cock.
When he managed to wrench his lips away, panting for breath, Ashley was breathless, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes unfocused.
"I'm going to fuck you hard, and after, I'm buying you more panties, and taking them off you. Do you understand?"
His voice was aphrodisiac, a mere whisper spoken with the thickest hoarse voice.
Ashely was being driven over the edge, too stunned to speak after that intense kiss, and those words spoken in a possessive manner.
She nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak.
But immediately, those callused fingers gripped hold of her face, tilting her chin upwards, his thumb pressing against her plump upper lip.
In that position, she was forced to stare into his eyes, and she was afraid that he would see how much she had wanted this, how deeply he was affecting her, and how she was already starting to feel the heartbreak that would follow this incredible experience.
After all, the words he had said to her, words she so desperately wanted to hear, were probably only a spur of the moment for him.
"Use your words, Ashley, I wanna hear your voice."
Green pupils clashed with blue, her breath getting caught in her throat as she stared at him.
Ashely swallowed hard, fighting to repress the passion in her eyes so she wouldn't give too much away.
"I...yeah, I...understand, Damien..."
She had barely completed those words when he slammed into her, entering her in one hard thrust.
"Fuuuuuck!" Her screams tore through her own ears, followed by a sharp gasp, her eyes rolling upwards, her fingers immediately flying up to grip hold of his shirt.
She needed a balance, something to hold onto, because Damien was sending her to the cliff with his cock thrusting in and out of the walls of her pussy, his fingers squeezing her titties, his lips finding hers.
There was no escaping from him, not that she was determined to run from this.
The passion was intense, scary and fucking addictive, and she didn't mind being a junkie.
"I like the way you say my name, gets me fucking hard." Damien uttered beneath his breath as he increased his thrusts, beads of perspiration running down his tanned skin.
"Oh- Damien..." Ashely managed to let out the words, her voice drowned out by the sounds of flesh slapping Sahabet Yeni Giriş against flesh.
Although it wasn't humanly possible, as soon as his name rolled off her tongue with the smoothness of butter, Damien felt himself grow thicker, and he drove harder into her,
And faster.
"Fuck, I'm about to come, can't fucking last."
Desperation and filthy desire clouded his thick voice, and he kissed her deeper, forcing more of his tongue into her hot mouth, and more length of his cock into her tight pussy.
His words sent her over the edge and threatened to push her down the cliff, her soft blond hair falling over her shoulders as she threw her head backwards.
"I..." She started to say, but his thick finger pressing against her clit and rubbing her swollen skin was her undoing.
Coupled with the way he was pinching her nipples,
And his lips devouring hers like he had been starving all his life for her,
Only her,
It was only a matter of seconds before she finally surrendered to that inevitable end, the alluring finale to a series of passion and desire that had been building for two years.
Ashley let out a loud cry, and wrapping her arms around her boss, she started to come, the walls of her flooded pussy squeezing his fat cock, tears running down her cheeks.
Damien couldn't resist the pull to stare at that lovely face that exuded innocence and effortless seduction, anymore than he could stop himself from joining her.
He came a fucking gallon, ropes of jism spilling inside her, coating her walls, and running down her pale thighs.
Gripping hold of her hair, he rode his orgasm inside her, his lips parted as grunts and growls were wrenched from them, his cock thrusting into her until he was spent.
He remained inside her even after the powerful climax, their harsh breathing in sync, their chests rising and falling as he gently placed his forehead against hers.
They stayed in that position for a moment she couldn't measure, the dark golden rays of the sun peeping through the glass windows.
After a while, Damien cleared his throat, his rough palm cupping her jaw.
"I...I should probably withdraw now. You okay?"
His voice was strangely...soothing.
It was nothing like the commanding voice of authority she was used to.
It tugged at the strings of her heart, and she forced herself to push the thought away.
Instead of the thousands of questions she wanted to ask him, she nodded instead, not trusting herself to speak.
"Okay." Damien muttered, his voice thick and awkward, but not any less sexy.
Slowly, he slipped his dick away from her flooded pussy, and she almost let out a moan of frustration at the emptiness she suddenly felt.
It was just sex, she had known that. So why did she feel this messed up from one incredible fuck?
She had to say something to get rid of the awkwardness that was suddenly between them.
"I..."
"You..."
They both started at the same time.
Ashely looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time since that amazing sex, and she was shocked to see the playful grin that tugged at the sides of his lips.
Damien Knight looked boyish and free, not at all like the predatorial business tycoon he was.
Unconsciously, her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared at him, so lost in his alluring smile that she almost wasn't aware of when he spoke again,
"I wanted to ask if you would like to share the shower with me. Now, what were you gonna say, Ashley?"
Fuck her.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Her throat went dry, her nipples hardening like pebbly stones beneath his gaze.
Fuck.
Damien's arresting pupils swept through her artistic body, and his cock started to thicken again.
Ashley parted her lips, willing herself to say something when she was suddenly swept into his sturdy arms, hard muscles and harder cock and balls pressing against her.
"Fuck, I'm doing this with you, again and again."
That probably answered her question,
They weren't nearly done with each other.