Drunk on You

by Ember Flint

  Again without protection.

  Okay, so we both suck about being responsible then.

  He rams into me in one hard push, filling my pussy to capacity; his large hands gripping my hips as he pulls me up into his thrusts.

  His long thick strokes inside of me and the sexy masculine moans and grunts coming from deep in his throat make my sensitive body burn bright and I feel more wetness seep out of me, but it’s not enough.

  Even in my inexperience, I can tell he’s still being careful, still holding back.

  I want more: I want all of him; I don’t care if I’m sore.

  My fingers clutch at his muscular arms.

  “Damon… harder!”

  He shakes his head, letting go of my nipple to look up at me.

  “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I reach down to cup his face. “You could never hurt me… please: I want all of you.”

  Damon gives me such a heated look that for a moment I actually doubt my own request, yet the excitement still wins against any fear and I nod my head at him and I feel him grow harder and bigger in my pussy.

  He hisses my name through lips reduced to a thin line and then he is slamming even harder into me, stretching me and driving every last inch of himself into me.

  Damon cradles me closer to him, one hand on my butt and the other around my neck in a possessive but gentle grip as his dark warm eyes stare down into mine intently and right into the depth of my very soul while he pounds into me in a crescendo, sending the heavy desk screeching backward onto the floor.

  “Fuck, yeah! Baby! Cum for me, cum again,” he grunts and I can’t do anything but follow his command as I shatter again and again, my nails digging into his elbows as he rides me even harder.

  My vision blurs and an even larger mounting wave of pleasure that shakes the very blood in my veins starts to lap at my nerve endings as the walls of my sex stretch and contract around the forceful thrusts he is taking into my body.

  I have the fleeting thought that this is it, there’s no way I can experience a greater ecstasy in life and survive it, but Damon proves me wrong when he begins to orgasm and I feel the stream of his hot seed spurt into me as his much bigger frame drops on mine and his lips seek my mouth.

  Yep, just like I thought: a wonderful day with a wonderful man.

  Chapter 9

  DAMON

  One week later…

  I try to focus on my report, but it may as well be written in ancient hieroglyphics with the little I’m taking away from it.

  My head is full of one thing alone.

  I think about my little doll and I smile to myself.

  Mother was totally right: she’s fucking perfect for me and I’ll be eternally grateful that she lied to me and hired my little doll instead of some stuffy suit; still, I could do with less of her unrepentant smugness about her matchmaking machinations, despite the great results they had for us.

  The old battle-axe has been walking on sunshine for days going on and on — and on!— about how she just knew Elliot would be the one for me, just like she knew about Calista when it came down to Weston.

  When I confronted her, after I realized Ellie, my little doll, was in fact, Elliot, my PA, who was very much a girl and not the guy I had asked her to hire, she told me that she was more than willing to follow my instructions until ‘darling Cali’ mentioned her best friend’s plight and then she met Ellie and she was sure, she said, this girl would come to mean something special in my life, not only because she could make me a damn fine PA, but, according to mom, because there was just a quality to her that told her she could be so much more for me.

  When I grumbled about her lying to me, she said she ‘only bend the truth a little’, she never said Elliot was a girl after all and when I mentioned that every time I had used a male pronoun, she had just gone along with me, she waved my words away.

  She told me to get over myself, that I didn’t seem to be ‘quite so put out’ with her method whenever she caught me staring at my girl and then she went on talking about future —but not so future, mind you— grandkids.

  Which considering how careless I’ve been with my little doll when it comes down to protection, she could actually really get sooner than she thinks.

  I frown to myself, I know I should be worried about this more, but the idea that she might be at this very moment carrying my seed just makes me feel pleased about life; only seven days and she’s enmeshed into the deepest part of my soul already.

  Right now, here she is tapping away at the screen of her iPad, all focused on drawing up my schedule, a serious expression on her pretty face.

  I lean away from my swiveling chair, pushing my elbows on top of my large oak desk and resting my chin over my steepled hands, I devour my pretty PA with my eyes.

  She’s so fucking beautiful, it makes my heart race, my cock harden and my stomach hurt a little. I fucking love it. I love that the sweet, sassy, sexy little package she comes in belongs to me.

  She’s wearing silvery flip-flops and a floral-patterned sundress in pale pink and dove gray in a soft gauzy fabric that molds to her bountiful curves to perfection, leaving the tops of her mouthwatering breasts uncovered and showing off her supple legs.

  Only in an office in an island resort here in Florida this could pass as professional attire. Gotta love Florida.

  A slow grin spreads on my lips and Ellie’s eyes narrow at me as she steps closer to my desk, making the crotch of my linen pants tighter by the second as my hard dick steadily grows down my right thigh.

  I’m quite liking this new work routine we got going around here, probably because I get to fuck my woman every time I want to even if it’s the middle of the day.

  Ellie shakes her head, sending the dark waves framing her lovely face bouncing.

  “I know that look, mister, don’t even go there,” she scolds waving the tablet she is holding in my direction.

  My smile gets bigger. “Oh, come on! We are almost done for the day, baby…”

  She huffs in exasperation. “Almost done is not all the way done, Damon!”

  I roll my eyes.

  Man, she’s stricter than me in the workplace!

  Still, I’ve got to admit whenever I actually let her do her job she is pretty good at it.

  We’ve been working side by side for a week and she’s been a godsend in helping wade through my impossibly full schedule. Even Jackson, my ordinary PA, thinks she’s amazing: she’s been coordinating things with him via email and video-conference and the two have already become friends.

  I can readily admit that I would be utterly lost without her, both as a man and as a CEO, even though she’s been in my life a mere week, but I can’t get enough of teasing her out of her cute professional attitude every chance I get. It’s an addiction.

  I’m all for a healthy, thriving work environment, usually, but it all goes flying out of the window as soon as she saunters into my office and smiles at me.

  I smirk at her. “I’m the boss around here, aren’t I?”

  “What about those emails we have to go through?”

  I look her up and down feeling my cock turn to stone.

  “We’re taking a break,” I say, standing up and walking around my desk.

  Her dark green eyes widen when her gaze falls on the huge tent stretching my pants and she takes a step back.

  “You know I could sue you for that, right?!” she sasses, pointing at my hard dick.

  It really was for the best that we met on our own the night of the party and got to um… know each other beforehand, I can’t guarantee she wouldn’t have had to go through with her threats of a lawsuit, ‘cause, great work ethic notwithstanding, being on that beach or in this office wouldn’t have made much of a difference in the way I handled our first ‘meeting’.

  Then again, even being as straight-laced as she is in the office I somehow don’t think she would have stopped me had I kissed
her for the first time right here, as her boss: we are different in many ways, but one thing we have in common is how fucking crazy we are for each other.

  I shrug, advancing some more.

  “Elliot, can you get my pain in the ass PA out of here, please? I’m about to fuck, Ellie, my beautiful little doll, over this very desk and, unless I’m very much mistaken, we don’t like an audience.”

  “You’re impossible!”

  She shakes her head and blushes scarlet and I know I have her just where I want her when she starts to giggle and puts the iPad on the edge of the desk.

  I smile down at her, my arms encircling her waist as I kiss her nose.

  “That’s my girl,” I whisper on her lips, pushing my hard aching dick against her softness as my hands slide under her dress, bunching the fabric up so that I can caress the silky skin of her thighs.

  I kiss her hard, shoving my tongue past her plump delicate lips as I taste her sweetness.

  When we pull apart, we’re both breathing hard and the way my cock is throbbing, I’m pretty sure my balls are blue, no matter all the fucking we’ve been doing.

  “Damon,” she mewls softly, dropping her face on my chest.

  I hug her closer, kissing the top of her head.

  “You want me, baby?” I ask, my voice rough and deeper than the norm.

  I feel her nod under my chin and press my cock into her middle harder, feeling pre-cum seep out of the tip as I cup her curvaceous ass in both hands.

  The way we go at it as soon as we are alone somewhere and there’s a suitable surface available —it doesn’t even have to be horizontal to be honest, we’re not that picky— you would think we had been apart for years and this was reunion sex, makeup sex or something, but no: this is just us on a regular day.

  I’ve got this nameless barbaric need, that’s totally unfamiliar to me, to keep staking my claim on her and since I met her, fucking has gone past the satisfaction of a physical urge, even though being inside her has got to be the most wonderful sensation I’ve ever known. I feel like I need to possess her, protect her, make her mine, mark her body inside and out.

  I’ve been hearing about the importance of using protection since I was a boy, both from my father and my uncle.

  They went on and on about how ‘men in our position’ couldn’t afford to be stupid and careless until my brother and I both turned blue in the face and if someone had asked me a few weeks ago what was my opinion on that, I would have been adamant they were right. In fact, in the whole of my adult life I never even fantasied about having sex without a condom, until my eyes landed on my little doll and everything I’ve been taught flew out the fucking window.

  There’s nothing right now that turns me on more than the knowledge that when I get her under me, I’m riding her bare and she’s taking every drop of my seed. Nothing.

  It’s almost as if every time I fuck her, I add another thread to the bond tying us together and another layer to the barrier separating us from the rest of the world. I want to make us one in every possible way, until there’s not a single doubt in her mind that she is everything to me and we belong together.

  We have spent the last seven days and seven night attached at the hip and fucking our way through every spot on this island, I slip between her luscious thighs no less than four times per day and still it’s not enough and I don’t think this feeling will ever change.

  I’m positive I could spend a full month buried balls-deep into her snug pink cunt and I’d still want to fuck her for a good seven hours the next day.

  I’m also pretty sure my little doll wouldn’t complain: she loves having my hard dick in her pussy as much as I do.

  “I want my cock in your mouth, sweetheart, get on your knees for me.”

  I pull her around the desk and take a seat, kicking the swiveling chair further back to give her room.

  Ellie slides down the floor, with a glint on her large eyes that nearly makes me nut here and now, her lower lip caught between her pearly white teeth as she runs her hands up and down my thighs and then reaches for my belt, unbuckling it.

  Keeping her eyes on me and driving me insane in the process, she slowly lowers my zip down and I feel my cock jolt as she brushes the back of her hand over the front of my boxer briefs.

  “Fuck, don’t tease me, baby, I want your lips around me. Now,” I hiss, feeling more pre-cum sleek the head of my erection as my balls starts to draw up.

  She pouts. “You said you love it when I tease you…”

  I caress her jaw and lower lip as she takes my dick out of its too-snug prison and starts to gently stroke up and down my length.

  “I do, El, but not when I’m this hard, when I need you so much I’m in pain.”

  She smiles, shaking her head. “My poor, poor, baby…”

  I glower down at her. “Weren’t you a little shy virgin only a week ago?”

  The first time she sucked my dick she was so embarrassed, her cute little blush could have been seen from outer space.

  “Hmm, hmm… you totally corrupted me,” she sasses back, giving me a hard squeeze that nearly makes my eyes cross in pleasure as thick drops of cum bead over the crown of my big cock, now nearly purple with need.

  I used to have discipline and resistance when it came down to sexual stimulation, but my cock doesn’t stand a chance with her, I feel like shooting off as soon as her cool fingers touch me and it’s nothing to the sensations that run through my body when her pouty lips encircle me.

  I guess that’s the difference between just being with someone for release and having feelings for them.

  “Fuck, baby, put your mouth on me,” I grit out.

  She immediately complies and I sigh in relief, but then she starts to suck on me just like I taught her, her little clever tongue pressing on the underside of my dick, just where the largest vein going through it thrums, so my respite it’s short lived and before I know it, I’m huffing and puffing, trying to stave my impending orgasm off.

  My entire body goes rigid as I fight the need to grab her head and lower her mouth to the base of my cock to fuck her face hard.

  Ellie still can’t take all of me like this and I don’t want to hurt her. I’m too fucking big and she’s too new at this to do that, but we’re working on it.

  She takes a few more inches past her lips, stroking the part of me that she cannot fit with both hands and I feel another spurt of cum jet out of my tip and onto her tongue.

  Ellie moans at my taste and when I see her thighs clench together, it’s all I can do not to go off.

  She looks so fucking beautiful all flushed and aroused right now that I have to close my eyes to resist the lure of her mouth and keep from cumming.

  “Damn, baby, it feels so good, so fucking good… don’t stop,” I breathe out, my trembling hand caressing the side of her face. “Suck harder, little doll.”

  Ellie puts more pressure around the head of my cock and one of her hands stops jerking me off to lower to my sack. She gently cups my balls and tugs on them, making me roar like a fucking trapped bear as more of my pre-cum hits her tongue.

  A chocked moan rips from my throat and I start to shake.

  I have to close my hands into fists hard, until I feel the nip of my nails on my skin to restrain myself, before I really take things over and slam all the way down her sweet throat.

  “Fuck I don’t think I can last much longer, little doll!” I grunt out.

  She hums around my shaft driving me even more insane.

  I tense all over, feeling my balls tighten up further. “I’m gonna cum so hard, baby, so fucking hard… and I want you to swallow it all, every single fucking drop. It belongs to you.”

  Ellie nods without missing a beat. She told me she loves the taste of my cum and I can well believe her, since I fucking live for the sweet honey between her legs.

  I feel her lips mold closer to my girth as she sucks even harder, pushing the tip of her ton
gue against the slit at the top of my crown so as not to miss even a little of my load and her eagerness it’s what finally hurls me over the edge, making me spill hard and fast in her mouth as an animalistic, guttural roar leaves my chest and I slump back into my chair.

  I slip my cock out of her mouth and pull her up and onto my lap, cradling her to me as I try to catch my breath and wait for my legs to stop fucking shaking.

  “That was incredible, baby.”

  She nuzzles my neck, her hot lips still wet with my passion, sleeking my skin there and making my spent cock take notice and once more start to stiffen.

  She feels my erection grow under her ass and spreads her legs on either side of me, grinding her hot needy pussy into my hardness and I let out a mixture between an airless chuckle and a groan.

  “Oh Damon…”

  “You horny, baby? Did sucking my cock turn you on?”

  She nods against me.

  “Are you wet right now?” I ask, my chest heaving up and down as I feel cum build once more in my balls.

  “So, so wet…”

  “You’re so going to fucking kill me, El… but I can’t think of a better way to go,” I murmur in her hair, clutching her closer to me as she rubs her sweetness all over my dick, desperate to get off.

  She giggles, but doesn’t stop rocking on me. I reach between us and shove her dripping panties to the side, then guide my hardening erection to her center, parting her folds on either side of it.

  “Rub on my cock, sweetheart, use it, make yourself feel good.”

  “Oh, yes… Damon!”

  She links her arms around my nape and starts to ride me.

  I drop my face in the crook of her neck and breathe her in and her sweet scent of pineapple and ocean makes my cock jerk more upward against her hot wetness.

  “Fuck, you smell so good, baby, and your little pussy is so fucking juicy and hot for me.”

  She moans my name, rocking even harder on me as I grip her hips harder helping her along.

  I trail kisses all over her chest, shoulders and jaw and don’t stop until my lips reach hers. Our tongues curl around each other as we fight for control of the kiss.