Chapter 3: dripping pussy

The sounds were loud wet squelches as he finger-fucked her, greedy sucking on her clit, his groans vibrating against her. Elena’s legs shook. She fisted his hair tighter, trying to push him away even as she ground her pussy against his face.

“You’re such an asshole,” she moaned, voice breaking. “I hate how good this feels. I hate you!”

Damon chuckled against her cunt, the vibration making her cry out. “Hate me all you want, Elena. But this greedy little hole is creaming all over my tongue. Look at you, my proper assistant grinding on her boss’s face like a desperate whore.”

He sucked harder, fingers curling inside her to hit that spot that made stars explode behind her eyes.

Elena’s head fell back against the glass. “Fuck… Damon… right there! Don’t stop, you bastard!”

“Cum for me,” he demanded between messy licks. “Cum on my face, baby. Drip for your boss. I want your juices running down my suit.”

She came hard the first time, screaming his name. “Damon! Oh shit, I’m coming!”

Her pussy clenched and gushed. Clear juices squirted onto his tongue and chin. Damon groaned like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, lapping noisily, drinking every drop while his fingers kept pumping.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, voice thick. “First one down. Give me another.”

Elena was still shaking when he attacked again, even hungrier. He sucked her oversensitive clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly with his tongue. His fingers slammed in and out, making wet, sloppy sounds that filled the room.

“Damon, it’s too much!” she cried, tears pricking her eyes. “I can’t— fuck, I’m going to cum again!”

“Yes you can,” he growled, face buried deep. “This pussy belongs to me now. Cum again, Elena. Soak your boss’s face like the filthy slut you are for me.”

She shattered a second time, harder than the first. Her whole body convulsed. “Damon! Yes! Fuck yes, I’m cuming so hard!”

More juices gushed out, running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. Damon’s chin and shirt were shiny and messy with her cream. He kept licking slowly, cleaning her up with long, hungry strokes until she was whimpering and twitching.

Finally he stood up, towering over her. His face glistened with her wetness. Without a word he grabbed her jaw and kissed her brutally. His tongue pushed into her mouth so she could taste her own pussy.

He stepped back and unzipped his trousers. His thick, veiny cock sprang out rock hard, leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

Elena sank down, eyes wide. “Damon… it’s so big.”

“Suck it,” he said roughly. “I want that smart mouth choking on my cock.”

She wrapped her hand around the base and licked the leaking head. Damon groaned and grabbed her hair.

“Don’t tease. Open wide.”

He pushed in, filling her mouth in one thrust. Elena gagged instantly as the thick head hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, hips moving. “Take it deeper, baby. I’ve dreamed about fucking this pretty face for months.”

He started thrusting harder, rougher. His cock slammed into her throat again and again, making wet, gagging sounds. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her blouse.

Elena’s eyes watered. She looked up at him, mascara running, and moaned around his cock.

“That’s it,” Damon praised, voice strained. “Cry for me while you choke on it. My perfect little assistant, throat-fucked in my penthouse like a cheap whore.”

He gripped her hair tighter and fucked her mouth faster, balls slapping against her chin. “You like that? Being used by your boss? Say it with my cock in your mouth.”

Elena could only make muffled, sloppy sounds. “Mmmph— yes!”

“Louder,” he demanded, pulling out for a second so strings of spit connected her lips to his cock. “Tell me how much you love sucking your boss’s dick.”

“I love it,” she gasped, voice hoarse. “I love choking on your big cock, Damon. Use my throat. Please.”

He shoved back in roughly, groaning. “Good girl. Such a dirty mouth. I’m going to fuck it until you can’t speak tomorrow.”

Tears streamed down her face as he used her mouth without mercy. The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging and slurping filled the penthouse. Damon’s hips snapped forward, driving deeper each time.

“Fuck, your throat feels better than I imagined,” he growled. “Swallow around it. Milk my cock.”

Elena obeyed, swallowing convulsively. Damon cursed loudly.

“Shit— I’m close. But not yet.”

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard, cock shiny with her spit. Elena coughed, gasping for air, lips swollen and red.

Damon yanked her up and kissed her again, tasting the mess they’d made.

“You’re mine now, Elena,” he said against her mouth. “Every hole. Every night. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered, voice wrecked. “But you’re still an arrogant bastard.”

He laughed darkly, eyes full of filthy promise. “And you’re my addicted little slut. Get ready, baby. This is only the beginning.”

One week later, the board meeting had been a bloodbath. Damon stormed out of the conference room. His jaw was locked tight, his suit still perfect, but everyone could feel the danger rolling off him. He didn’t say a word to anyone except one short text to Elena.

Damon: My main penthouse. Now. Urgent work. Don’t make me wait.

Elena’s heart slammed in her chest the whole ride up in the private elevator. She knew what this was. 

The doors opened straight into his sprawling main penthouse. Damon stood by the glass, tie loosened, top buttons open.

“Close the door, Elena,” he said, voice low and dangerous.

She did. Her skirt hugged her ass, her blouse stretched tight over her hard nipples.

Damon turned slowly. His dark eyes locked on hers. “Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done to me?”

Elena stepped closer, breath already coming fast. “Tell me.”

He closed the distance in two strides and pinned her hard against the cool glass. His big hand yanked her tight skirt up around her waist in one rough pull.