No woman had ever given me so much pleasure to be inside. Emma was still tight, which means that she wasn’t a whore and hadn’t had very many sexual partners before.She wanted to move to the bedroom, but I had no patience to wait any longer, I needed her here and now, and she didn’t fight me on it. Her cries of pleasure were like music to my ears, music that I wanted to put on replay and listen to all day long.I could feel her leg going weak around me as I began thrusting harder and deeper, her leg muscles had initially flexed when I began, but she let the pleasure take over her and the overpowering sensation of two bodies becoming one let her body melt.I didn’t pull out of her to finish, for some reason, I didn’t want to. I wanted her to feel what she did to me in her core, I wanted her to know how badly I desired her, and I got to feel how badly her body needed mine in return, drenching my length in her own pleasure.As s

The feeling of wanting her all day every day has only increased after our night together, and I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to keep it a secret from everyone. It was true when I told her I wanted to scream it for the whole world to hear, but I was a reasonable man, and as crazy as I was about the girl, I wanted to wait for things to become more serious.Emma seemed to have the same thought process as me, wanting to be more reasonable about things. I act on impulse, but Emma calculates things before she makes a move, so I think we made a fairly decent team together.While we wouldn’t be sharing with anyone that we were now something along the lines of a couple, it doesn’t mean we had to stop flirting around the office. I’m a very flirtatious person, everyone knows it, it doesn’t always mean something is going on, so no one should get suspicious.I had cracked a joke to Mindi as we came in together and headed directly back to

Weeks passed by and no one suspected a thing about Emma and I being a thing. We dated casually, Emma would sometimes spend nights at the penthouse and we would carpool to work almost every day. The photos of the event were published, and Greene Designs was getting all sorts of hype now after Emma’s dress’s debut, along with my new and more diverse model roster – people were swooning. Things were going great, and only a few arguments here and there whenever my sexual past would be brought up. Emma would question if I would be able to commit to her and only her, she insisted one night that I tell her the story of all the other assistants of mine that I’ve screwed before – afraid that she was going down the same path. I always assure her that she’s different from them all, that I’m crazy about her and that things between us are real and great, and that I don’t desire anyone but her, but she sometimes doubted me if I smiled or looked at another woman a certain wa

Today was supposed to be like any other day, I wasn’t supposed to have this all thrown on me. Isabella wasn’t supposed to get pregnant with David’s baby and come to me for support, and Emma wasn’t supposed to ask me about my views on becoming a parent, practically saying that if I said no it was a deal-breaker for her and she wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. I worked out with my equipment at home for hours getting my frustration taken out in a healthier way than hunting down David and giving him a piece of my mind. It wasn’t my place, none of it should have involved me, but it did, and it frustrated the fuck out of me. I’m young, I’m successful, I’m independent, I’m stubborn, I’m not father material! How could she throw something like this on me?! We’ve been together for a month and we’ve only known each other for two months, why is she already talking about kids? She said she isn’t pregnant, so it can’t be because of that, and she’s still young, so she c

After my talk with Ben, I decided that I was thinking too much about the kid's thing. Emma told me to take some time to think about it, she didn’t say to give her an answer by morning or anything like that. I needed to calm down and think more rationally. Ben had a good point about Emma being career-driven, and I’ve thought for a while that she’s too good for an assistant position, I think a promotion would be the right move. It would move her up in the industry and make her happy, she would make contacts with new people, be out in the world, and be too busy to think about having kids. It seemed like a win for both of us. Sure, I would see her less, but we could go out to lunch every day or dinner, she could spend the night in my apartment and we carpool together, just making two stops instead of one, I think we can make it work. I really didn’t care who my new assistant was, I was with Emma and happy. Sure, a little eye candy wouldn’t hurt, but I wouldn’t da