Overworked

by Dark Angel

  “Your pussy is so soft, so wet,” Sebastian growls. His knuckles run over my quivering pussy, and then his fingers dip inside.

  “That’s because I want you to fuck me, Sebastian. My pussy is so wet because I need you inside me,” I purr, hardly able to breathe when his fingers keep on me like this.

  “Your clit is twitching, Lily,” Sebastian says, his mouth on my neck now. “I think you need to come soon, so I promise I won’t tease you too long.”

  I reach my hand out to grab his cock over his trousers, desperate to feel that steel wrapped in velvet under his clothes, but I’ll settle for stroking the massive bulge. His fingers slide inside me – it feels like three huge fingers inside my pussy, and his thumb circles over my clit. I cry out at the sudden invasion.

  Sebastian pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy, keeps his thumb stroking my clit.

  Warm pressure builds up in my belly and I’m aching for release. I’m so close already, and I can barely breathe.

  Sebastian brings his other hand to my throat, fingers closing around there, his claiming touch enough to send me over the edge. He grips me and pumps harder into me. Our eyes meet.

  “You want to come, Lily?” Sebastian asks. The raw emotion making his voice thick, the lust heating his eyes on mine, all send me over the top.

  I get such a thrill out of how Sebastian responds to me. It almost seems too good to be true that this gorgeous man could be all mine, and want me the way I want him. But our passions match and meet in the most incendiary way that I know that we’re made for each other, two filthy halves of one perfect whole.

  “Yes, please, Sebastian, god,” I’m groaning, begging, my hips bucking up to meet him, my pussy walls squeezing around Sebastian’s fingers, desperate for release.

  “Come all over my fingers, baby, I want to taste you,” Sebastian says. His voice is pure need.

  The air between us is electric, and the lust surging through me explodes. I don’t hold back anymore and I breathe deep into the orgasm flooding my senses.

  Sebastian’s hand on my throat grips tighter and his fingers stroke my G-spot inside, his thumb working my clit impossibly faster.

  I rocket off to the moon and just totally out of orbit from reality, being loud and coming hard as I can. I’m thinking about how much I want Sebastian’s cock deep inside me. That’s where I want to come. When I finally come down for a second, I see Sebastian again as I open my eyes. Only when we make eye contact does he slide his fingers out of my pussy and into his mouth. I see them, glazed with my pearlescent arousal, and I like knowing that my cum is in his mouth. He kisses me, my cum coating his tongue, and I taste his mouth and my lust all at once.

  I’m almost painfully aroused right now. The pressure in my stomach has just started and I’m aching for more release, more Sebastian. I need him. I need his arms wrapped around me and I need his cock inside me.

  We pull back for a moment, each looking at the other with raw need.

  We’re both desperate for each other, but I need to see Sebastian, naked before me. He’s so gorgeous that I only fear death because it means I’ll never see him naked again. Sebastian, naked, hard, and looking at me like he wants to devour me is everything I want. That’s what I crave, what I need, he’s everything that I’ve ever wanted in one perfect package of intelligence, physical perfection, and the filthy mind that excites me.

  He lifts me up and presses me up against a door, but I put my palm on his chest to stop him. He already had a hand trailing up my thighs.

  “Lil, I need you,” Sebastian says, his voice dark and thick with lust. I almost want to follow where that raw power and intensity in him goes, and be coy, but I need him too damn much to play games.

  “I need to see you. Naked. I want to see that perfect body before it crushes me against it. I want to see you everywhere, touch you everywhere,” I say, and I realize that I’m reaching out and grabbing his cock.

  “Oh, I need you too, Lily. You do your clothes and I’ll do mine,” Sebastian says, his breathing ragged.

  If we don’t fuck soon, we’ll probably die. That’s how bad we need each other.

  I start on my dress and step out of it, then pull off the garter. As I’m getting fully naked, I decide that there is a little bit of tease in me right now, and I bolt to the library he just showed me.

  Sebastian follows quickly behind me, leaving a mess of clothes behind him. I get right to his big leather wingback chair and lay myself over the arm, pressing my ass up into the air.

  “Goddamn, good thing I’m not any older and I’m in such good shape, because that heart-shaped ass bent over my chair would give me a fucking heart attack,” Sebastian says, his hands firmly gripping my hips.

  I’m turned around so that I can look at every inch of him, and he’s pure sculpted perfection. I turn around and hold onto the chair as much as I can, though, because I’m dangling off the edge and I need to hold tight.

  Because as soon as I turn, Sebastian starts running the length of his cock through my bare, exposed pussy.

  I cry out, the intensity of the sensation already so overwhelming. My legs are shaking.

  Sebastian’s fingers dig into my hips and I crave that possessive touch. It makes me wild, over the edge of just fucking. When Sebastian fucks me, he claims me. I couldn’t have it any other way. I crave him.

  “My pussy is only yours, always, Sebastian,” I moan out the words.

  “Yes, and my cock is all yours, Lily, and I’m going to fuck you like I own you. I crave you, baby. Do you want that? You know I burn for you, but I need you so goddamn much I might explode if I don’t bury myself so deep in your pussy right now.”

  Fuck, I need Sebastian more than anything in the world. When he talks about how he needs me, I basically melt. “Look how wet my thighs are. I can feel myself dripping, I need you so bad,” I tell him.

  I don’t have to wait any longer, because Sebastian rams his cock deep into my pussy, right to the hilt. His enormous cock fills me up, and I feel my body stretching to accommodate him. “Fuck, you are so wet, so tight, Lily. I love fucking you,” Sebastian says between thrusts, slamming in and out of me so hard.

  I keep my ass up in the air despite the furious way he’s thrusting into me. I take it all. I want to take it all. I need to. In all the ways that Sebastian craves me, I crave him.

  “I’m yours, Sebastian, I’m yours!” I cry out, needing him to know just how much I want to be his.

  “Yes,” Sebastian growls, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know that they’ll bruise. I want to see the reminder of how much my man needs me, painted purple against my skin the shape of his fingertips. I need his hands, his cock, his mouth…he’s the air I breathe. “I love fucking you so goddamn much,” Sebastian says, slamming his cock deep into me again and again.

  I feel my pussy getting so wet, dripping even more the way that Sebastian is fucking me so hard. My nipples are brushing against the leather of the chair in a delightful way as Sebastian slams into me again and again. My pussy is shivering around him, my body trembling, and I keep my ass up.

  One of Sebastian’s hands reaches around to grab my throat and I’m shattered with lust. He grips me, his cock rock hard inside me.

  “Yeah, come for me, Lily,” Sebastian says, his fingers wrapping around my throat. His other hand releases my hips to smack my ass, and that’s my undoing. He spanks me hard and the vibrating sensation sends tremors through my body. My pussy quakes around his cock, strangling it with the fury of my orgasm. I feel like I would float away it not for Sebastian’s hard cock slamming into me, impaling me long and thick and hard.

  Sebastian releases his grip and flips me over, pulling my body up against his and holding me up in the air. One hand returns to my neck and the other circles my waist, and I haven’t finished one orgasm before another is thundering through me. I watch his sensual face, his incredibly strong arms, and I can’t believe he’s holding me up and fucking me. I bring my shaking legs around him, wra
pping tight and locking my ankles together. I get enough leverage to thrust with him and I lean forward to take his lower lip into my mouth, sucking it in and needing to taste him.

  My lips close over his and he moans into my mouth. His rock hard cock slams into me and I feel the cum spurting from his cock and filling me up. My sticky thighs get slicker with my arousal and my thundering orgasm meeting his own. We spill all over us, coming and fucking together. We’re both sweat slicked and desperately slamming into each other, pussy to cock, hips to hips. I smash my breasts against the wall of his chest. I take my lips along his jawline, peppering insistent kisses. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He sits us down in the chair and grabs my ankles, pulling up to the top of the chair. I have to stop kissing him to scream from how deep his cock slams into me. I think I’m going to be split in half; his cock is sliding so deep inside me. I’m coming so hard that if Sebastian didn’t hold the small of my back and cradle my head, I would probably shake right onto the floor and look like I was having a seizure, that’s how hard I’m coming now.

  Sebastian keeps fucking into me so deep that my eyes roll back in their sockets and I come so hard I think I’m going to black out from desire.

  “God, I want to fucking bury myself in you and never find my way out,” Sebastian says, his lips on my neck. He pulls us down to the floor, laying us down on the fancy rug we’re going to cover in cum and sweat. He spreads my legs apart with his knees and drives into me with long strokes, again and again. I crave this, how completely he fucks me.

  “God, you make my body feel so damn good, Sebastian. Never stop fucking me,” I cry out, shaking for him and putting my arms out. He sways down, swooping me into his arms. He comes, hard, when I touch him, and he fills me up completely with his cock and slams every drop of himself inside me.

  Both covered in sweat and shuddering in orgasm, he pulls me against his chest and holds me against him. I listen to his heartbeat. Feel his hands stroking my hair, rubbing my back. I’m so perfectly content right now.

  “I love fucking you, Lily,” Sebastian says, kissing the top of my head and squeezing me tight in his arms. “You belong to me,” he says, soft as a prayer, keeping me tight against him.

  “I’m yours, forever,” I say before I fade into sleep, so perfectly exhausted.

  Sebastian

  It's morning and the world has already arisen. I arose too, late with Lily. I never sleep in but we did today. Having her curl her arms around me and beg for more sleep made me give in. I would give in to anything she wants because I'm so happy with her. God, the night was amazing. She is starting to mean the world to me and I can't deny that my attraction to her runs deeper in my veins than any other one-night stand or even the other submissive girls. Here is someone I could spend my life with.

  For the moment, though, she's got me giving her a tour of my developments across the city. It feels like showing off, but I also want her to know what I do and I'm glad she takes a genuine interest in it, and in me. We're in the limo and the first thing she had me do was to stop and get her a Starbucks. My driver was shocked to have to go in. We never visit chain restaurants or anything like that. So that initially put a spin on our day and now I find myself playing hooky from work. Another thing I never do. In fact, I haven't missed a day of work in I don't know how long. This is a first for me. Lily is a first in a lot of ways. We're combing the city, trying to find every place I've ever worked on. She wants to know which ones I started on, which ones made me famous, and which ones are current projects.

  "Gosh, Sebastian. Your style has really evolved. You're like an artist with construction."

  "An artist?" I scoff. "I don't think so, a dreamer maybe." I give her that. It's cute that she sees what I do as fun and creative.

  "So this here used to be a run-down apartment complex and you'll see we've put a skyscraper in its place and people with adequate means now live there with excellent views of the city."

  "You mean...so all those people that did live there, where are they now?"

  "I don't know. Somewhere further out probably."

  "But doesn't that make the city unaffordable? Like, your projects are forcing the city to homogenize. Don't you think that if you had helped those people without adequate means to relocate to some sustainable housing within the city than you would be maintaining diversity and the integrity of the neighborhood?"

  Wow. She's got opinions.

  "I guess you're right. But wouldn't you rather see beautiful buildings instead of run-down ones?"

  "Yeah, Sebastian, but that's not the point. I'm saying that you're forcing people out of their homes."

  "That's what development is, babe. It's not warfare. It's just getting something better in place."

  "But what about culture? And those people? You're making downtown unaffordable to live in."

  "Everyone wants to be in the city. It's hot property. And, it's where I make my money. Do you think if I only cared about renters’ needs that I would ever make a profit? No, Lily. No."

  She looks a little downcast and I know I have caused it. But, what does she expect? I'm not a charity. I'm making the city great, most people would admire that. But not her. Lily's gotta bust my balls on everything.

  "I just think it's sad, really," she says and I know she's thinking about her dad and how he didn't want to move no matter what the payout.

  "Well, maybe you can help me build a better future?" Her eyes light up at the prospect and I'm glad to have won her over with my charm. Now, I might have to follow through on that but that's a discussion for later. For now, we're pulling up to Lily's brownstone, another old feature of the city which I will gladly replace with something better.

  "Thank you for a wonderful day," she says genuinely. "And a great night." With those final words, she blushes and oh, how I love to see her blush.

  I pull her hand to my lips and kiss it. Then I darken my gaze upon her sweet face and I say what I mean. "Don't be late tomorrow. I'm warning you."

  A crimson flush spreads deeper across her cheeks and I know that the thought of me punishing her excites her. Hell, it excites me and I can feel my cock enlarging against my pants. I place her hand on it and she smiles. She rubs the fabric creating a friction that makes my cock stretch out harder.

  "You know, you don’t make the best argument against that.”

  She makes me laugh and I know my eyes are dancing. "That's right," I agree. "But. I'll see you tomorrow. Not late." I kiss her cheek and she steps out of the car as soon as my driver opens the door. I watch her beautiful legs and ass and body walk up to the door. I can almost taste her exquisite pussy juices on my lips, but I remain stern and tell the driver to move on, once I've seen Lily get in okay. It hurts to be apart from her and I wish I could take her everywhere with me. I want to protect her but mostly I want to know what she’s up to at every moment.

  Sebastian

  I'm sitting in my office with Mr. Rob Salinger and he's ready to talk development. I have to make a good impression. I always do, but his business is important to me. It could mean many more deals down the line. Nothing can mess up today. I have a lot riding on this.

  Luckily I have my favorite personal assistant with me to help. Lily looks perfect, totally on point today and I'm proud of her. I wanted her in this meeting because I want her with me every second, and because I want her to see what it is I actually do and deal with. Maybe it will help her to understand my position in the business world and she won't cling so tightly to the houses that need tearing down.

  We're sitting at the small conference table in my office. I like to conduct business here a lot because it has a better vibe and a more intimate basis than the huge conference room across the hall. My office is very elegant, with impeccable modern touches that I, of course, placed there myself. I control every facet of a situation and this is no different. I shouldn’t have a problem making the right impression...in that aspect of the situation, at least.

  I'm seated
at the head of the table with Lily right by my side. Mr. Salinger is alone with no assistants or anything, which is rare for a man of his wealth. We're discussing the plans he has for Lily's neighborhood and he's going on and on about what he will do. His tone is uncaring and callous and I'm afraid my plan to sway Lily is going to backfire because the man is not being sentimental at all.

  "You know," the guy says. "The street is really okay but those godawful buildings have to go. It looks like a slum or something, so old and decrepit."

  I can see Lily's face twisting up in harbored rage. She's really pissed.

  "I'm just gonna tear it all down in one fell swoop and level the playing field of all that hideousness. Shouldn't take more than four weeks for the teardown. Then I'll have an open view to really design something better. I plan to plop a giant convention center there. And ya know what, that's gonna bring me so much income. With every ticket sold to the place, I'll get a cut. It's all about money my friend. And I plan to make a lot of it. So, whaddya say? Do you want to make a lot of money with me?"

  Lily cannot hold her tongue a minute longer and frankly I don't blame her.

  "You know sir, there are a lot of good people in that neighborhood and don't you think your money would be better spent improving the quality of their lives? I mean you could install a recreation center on the corner where that abandoned building stands, or a school. Just think of it. The state would probably pay you if you built a decent school...it could have a library, and afterschool programs...and your name would be on the front of it."

  Wow, I'm really impressed by Lily's ideas. Astounded is more like it. For a girl her age to have such a scope of reality, well, that’s pretty unique. I can see, though, that Salinger is having none of it.

  He stares at me, rage in his eyes. "Who's this? You've got your little secretary weighing in on important meetings now? Listen, little girl, your job is to sit there and look pretty, not to speak. Alright?"