Part 29

Mia's back felt hot and sweaty as she started to stir, the low hum of the room's air conditioning unit finally rousing her from sleep. Her alarm hadn't yet gone off so it must still be early, but she had to escape the relentless heat. The assistant didn't understand it, since the air con was working. As she went to move away but found it bit difficult, only to realise that something was holding her down.

Her eyes flew open and looked down, eyes wide as she took in the sight of Damon's long arm wrapped tightly around her, gripping at the fabric of her shirt, actually his shirt.

Even though this is what Mia had wanted for a long time, it was suddenly too much.

Mia tried to wriggle away. His hold tightened as she tried to escape, and a groan left her lips as he pulled her back. Her back flush against his bare chest now. When did he get rid of his shirt? That's not the issue anyway.

The CEO was formidable. Very hard. And he seemed to be rutting up against her backside. Part of her wanted to rock back against it, let him know she was awake, that she wished to whatever this was Damon was giving. But she couldn't. Her body was prickling with desire, and she tried to keep her breaths as steady as she could.

Slowly, carefully, Mia craned her head to peer at Damon, and from what she could see, the man was still fast asleep. Maybe, then, it was a natural reaction to a warm body being near his cock. But God. She could feel every inch of it, only separated by the thin cotton of their shorts. For once she was glad that she chose to wear shorts.

"I can feel you staring at me," His voice murmured, jostling Mia from her thoughts. Damon opened his eyes, looking down at her with a mischievous grin on his face. Was he awake all this time? And here she thought that he must be sleeping.

"How very dare you," The assistant tutted, a smile still tugging at the corners of her lips.

His eyes blink open, a hand moving to push his hair out of his face as he looked up at her propped up next to him. Her boss shifted a little in her direction.

"What's the matter?" He asked quietly, his voice groggy and rougher than usual, followed by a yawn.

She let out a dramatic sigh. "Nothing. I just realised that it's our last day here."

"Then let's make the most of it" Damon grunted before he laid her flat on he back, hovering above her.

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Damon ran his hands up her smooth sides, keeping his touches tender and soothing until he reached the bottom of the shirt, and suddenly, all the breath in her lungs has left her body. He traced over the hem before gently pressing over her nipples.

Flicking over one experimentally, her mouth fell open in a surprised gasp. The rough texture grazing over her already so sensitive nubs was more overwhelming than usual.

"You love it when I play with your tits, don't you?" The CEO murmured, rubbing over the fabric directly over her nipple and watching her head loll back onto the mattress like she couldn't help it. Mia whimpered, soft and high, arching up into the touch as he pinched and flicked at them, rough and teasing.

Then he leaned down and mouthed at the fabric, making Mia stiffen as he licked a stripe over the cotton material of the shirt and her nipple underneath it. Mia squirmed, whimpering as Damon scraped his teeth over each bud and sucking and licking and soaking the shirt with saliva. L

He continued his way down to her belly until he reached her shorts. With one quick, he managed to discard them somewhere in the room.

Mia gasped loudly as he licked a large stripe over her lace panties, quickly followed behind with his fingers, rubbing the wet material between her folds. She rut her hips against the mattress, hands clenched around the sheets.

With the proximity, she jerked back into his touch with the neediest sound. Damon slapped her ass, hard and heavy, captivated by how her flesh rippled under his palm. With a stunned yelp, her hips tried to wriggle, but he held fast, rough. "Stay still, kitten."

With an eager tongue, he teasingly licked over the wet panties. The patch was sweet and tart all the same. She desperately tried to tug against the ribbons that held the garment together—anything to get his mouth.

"Look at me." Blearily, she opened her eyes, lifting her swimming head to peer up at him. Heat flared in her tummy. "Hold yourself open for me, kitten."

Again, she listened to his demands. His hands reached down, one spreading her folds while the other holding her panties to the side. Damon wasted no time becoming familiar with her sensitive, most private parts. He kissed her clit, tongued it slowly, and then didn't stop licking after that. Her hole was dripping. Her squelches, moans, and whimpers filled the room.

Damon groaned at the flavour and rudely shoved his tongue in for more. His face was wet with it. His scruffy cheeks were sticky from it. The lace panties in between their bodies were ruined. None of that mattered as she cried out for more and thrust back against his jaw.

He flattened his tongue and allowed her to roll her hips, how she pleased. Mia swivelled them nice and slow, taking her sweet time riding back on his tongue before jerkily thrusting back and forth.

"Fuck me," She cried, arching her back. "Fuck me just like this. Make me come in my panties."

The boss groaned almost feral in the crook of her neck and rutted his cock against her.

"Are you sure, kitten?"

"Yes, sir."

It was enough for him to yank her panties to the side, and rub his wet tip against her. A gasp tore her lips at the sweet sensation that coursed through her body.

"Lift your leg," The CEO instructed as he used his hand to position his cock. "Just breathe."

The tip of his prick was met with slight resistance and clenching. Mia inhaled deeply as he ever so carefully pushed forward past it and snuggled his way in. He distracted the both of them by kissing below her ear, nibbling at the sensitive skin.

Mia huffed out a hoarse moan that sounded a bit like his name. Her back was sticky and warm, and the loose t-shirt was sliding down her shoulder. Damon fixed it for her, bunching the excessive material in his hand while he slipped in.

The boss held her tightly as he slowly thrust his hips upward. He kept the pace light to gauge her comfort, but her eyes were slipped shut, and mouth dropped open.

"Harder," She pleaded. "Ruin me, please."

With permission, he hiked her leg as far as it would stretch and pounded deep into her. He started steadily. Thrust after thrust. Even. But as her whimpers raised in pitch, he became more accommodating and knocked the sound right out of her chest. Her tight, wet, heat clenched ceaselessly around him, nails clawing at the sheets.

Damon leaned forward and bit down against her shoulder and groaned as she cried out. He snuck one hand into the front of her panties and slid the other against her top. He caressed her chest, twisting and rolling her hardened nipple in between his fingers.

"You're so gorgeous and all mine " He spoke breathlessly, the words making her skin prickle.

The assistant made a sound at the back of her throat, too overwhelmed to do anything much less talk.

"Are you going to come in your panties just for me?"

She whined.

Damon picked up the pace of his hips until his thrusts were erratic, and his groin was swelling with the release. He made an effort to kiss her gently, even as their bodies rocked against the walls, the iron bed frame squeaking with the impact.

"Come for me, kitten" He ordered.

On a shrill cry, Mia clenched hard, her abdomen coiling. She clenched her eyes shut, clouded with so many emotions at the same time. Finally, the assistant came with his length still pulsing inside her. Damon worked her through it, his hips stuttered inside of her before filling her with his release.

They laid there gasping, shivering, riding out the last few waves of pleasure. Mia couldn't help but notice that there was a rip in her T-shirt, right where Damon's hand was gripping her chest. She let out a sigh. It's his loss anyway.

The CEO slowly eased his cock from her hole and moved to lay flat on his back. His chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath.

Mia tried to catch her breath too; her body covered in sweat and come.

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