The Assistant 11 [affair]

The next day was long and busy. They didn’t even have time to shower before getting ready for the night. Kylie did her best with her hair and make-up and put on her dress and heels.

Kylie stayed by Anthony’s side most of the night and took a few notes. One of their conversations led them to a group that included Seth Moorton. He kept eyeing her up during the conversation and once business was done he asked her to dance.

“Oh, thank you, but I’m feeling a bit tired,” Kylie said politely. “It’s been a long day.”

“Come on,” said his colleague. “Just one dance.”

Kylie looked from Seth to Anthony. She bit her lip and handed Anthony her clutch. Seth offered his hand and she took it.

“Did you ask your colleague to help you out?” Kylie asked as they danced. Seth chuckled.

“No,” he said. “Don’t give yourself that much credit. I’m not that desperate.”

“Oh really?” Kylie asked. “Then why do you continue to stalk me at these things?”

“I don’t,” Seth said. Kylie looked at him. She noticed his hand had slid lower down her back.

“Watch where you put your hands,” she warned.

“You wouldn’t do anything in front of this many people,” Seth gloated as he slid his hand further down. He felt Kylie trying to squeeze at his shoulder, but she didn’t have the same strength Anthony did.

“Nice try, but you don’t quite have the same grip,” he whispered in her ear as he gently felt her up. Suddenly her nails dug into the back of his hand. He winced and gritted his teeth.

“I don’t, but I do have nails,” Kylie said, which she twisted into his hand. “And you were wrong if you thought I would do anything. Rule number one if you’re being assaulted: Make. A. Scene.”

Kylie kneed him in the balls, not nearly as hard as she had the last time and walked over to Anthony, who still stood with Seth’s colleagues. His colleagues looked at her wide-eyed.

“Are we done?” she asked Anthony. He ran his hand over his mouth as he watched Seth sit down. He turned to Kylie.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Kylie turned on her heel and headed for the elevator. Anthony went to the bar and sat down. He sent Kylie a text telling her he’d be up later. He quietly had his drink and people watched. No one bothered him, not even Seth. Before he left he requested a bottle of Moscotto and glasses be sent up to Kylie’s room.

Anthony knocked on her door when he got to their floor. She answered in her robe, slightly exposing her breasts. Anthony reached around and flipped the security latch over to keep the door open. He went to his room and quickly grabbed his things and returned to Kylie’s room.

“Oh really?” Kylie said as she sat on the bed. “Not afraid of getting caught?”

“Nope,” he said as the door clicked and he undid his tie. “We don’t have to go anywhere in the morning. We don’t have to deal with everyone checking out to get to their eight o’clock flight. No one will know.”

Anthony tossed his jacket on the chair and stepped out of his shoes. He walked over to Kylie and leaned down to her level, looking into her eyes.

“Work is over, so what do you want to do?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

Kylie put her hands on the side of his face and kissed him passionately. He kissed back, his tongue sliding against her lips asking for entrance. She obliged. Anthony massaged her breasts as he explored her mouth.

*Knock knock knock.*

Kylie froze. Anthony kissed her forehead and answered the door. He came back with a bottle and two glasses. Kylie smiled and watched him pour them glasses. She took a sip from the glass he gave her.

“Mm,” she moaned. “This is delicious.”

“Then I guessed correctly,” Anthony said.

Kylie’s eyes raked over his body as he stood in his partially unbuttoned shirt, slacks, hand in his pocket, and other hand holding his glass. She tried to hide her smirk with her glass as her cheeks flushed.

“See something you like?” he asked and he finished his glass.

“I do,” she said huskily and she took a sip. Anthony took her glass from her and set it aside.

“So do I,” Anthony said.

He kissed her, slipping his hand inside her robe and kneading and tugging at her breasts. Kylie eagerly unbuttoned his shirt and his pants, revealing a semi-hard cock. She gently massaged his balls while she stroked him.

Anthony’s hand slipped between her legs, tracing up and down her slit. She moaned into his mouth. He carefully spread her lips, teasing her before slipping a finger in. Kylie gasped.

“On the bed,” she said.

Anthony removed his clothing and laid on the bed, his arm behind his head. Kylie tossed her robe aside. She knelt between his legs, looked into his eyes, and placed her hands on his thighs. She ran her nails down his thighs while gently blowing on his cock. Kylie ran her hands back up his thighs as her mouth got closer to his cock.

She gave one quick lick under the tip and smirked as he gasped. Then she ran her tongue from base to tip before taking him all in her mouth as far as she could, letting her tongue glide along the bottom of his cock.

Anthony laid his head back, uttering Kylie’s name from the back of his throat, “Kylie…fuuuuuck…”

His mind drifted to what he was going to do to her when he got the chance. Kylie kept her smile down as she continued sucking. She popped him out of her mouth and turned to his balls, sucking one and then the other as she stroked him.

Soon Anthony was pawing at her shoulders, grasping and tugging for her to come to him. She laid a kiss on his inner thigh before she crawled up to him, biting her lip. Her pussy was drenched and she gave him the ‘fuck me’ look. Anthony held her against him, kissing and grabbing her ass, reveling in the hunger before quickly rolling so they switched positions.

He propped her legs up, kissing the insides of her knees all the way down her thighs, alternating sides, stopping with a hot breath over her drenched pussy. Kylie’s heart pounded as she watched and anticipated. Their eyes locked and he held her legs apart. Blowing gently, he teased her just as she teased him.

“Fuuuuck,” she moaned.

Anthony teased her lips with his before slowly extending his tongue, finding her entrance and traveling up her slit as his hands held firm on her thighs. Kylie gasped and arched her back, her hands grabbing at his. Anthony wrapped his lips around her sensitive button, pressing his tongue and circling it. Kylie moaned and writhed against him.

Gently, he continued sucking and mixing in tongue massages before slipping a hand between them, two fingers finding their way into her whole.

“Fucking hell!” Kylie cried.

He moved in and out, gaining speed alongside his mouth. He curled his fingers slightly and looked up to find Kylie watching him. She gripped tightly to his other hand, her breathing ragged as she struggled to hold on. She bucks against him as she cries out in pleasure.

Anthony feels her spasm around his fingers as she grinds against him. He prowls up her body, marking her with kisses, his cock hard hot, and dripping with precum. He hooks her legs with his arms and keeps himself above her.

“Say it,” he commands. Kylie is surprised by his dominance as he’s never been like this before but she likes it.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Please.”

“Guide me in,” he growled. “Put my cock in your pussy.”

She grabbed his cock and gave it a stroke before she placed him at her entrance. He pressed in, filling her with his hardness. They both moan. He holds a second before he grabs her wrists and pin them above her head. Kylie’s mouth drops in surprise. He moves in and out in slow, hard strokes; his balls hitting her ass each time.

“Say what you want,” he said. “Beg. And you might fucking get it.”

Kylie bit her lip.

“Fuck me hard,” she said. “Make me cum.”

Anthony growled. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping at her neck and shoulder.

“Yes!” Kylie cried.

He pressed harder on her wrists, pounding harder. He let go of her wrists to hold himself up. Kylie’s nails dug into his back.

“Fuck. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

Anthony kissed her lips. Kylie wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer. She slips her hand between them and it becomes a blur over her clit.

“Good girl,” he said. “Cum all over me.”

Anthony could feel his orgasm building.

“Cum for me,” he said. He moaned as he got closer and closer which sent Kylie over the edge.

“Fuck!” she cried as her pussy clenched around his cock.

Anthony didn’t stop.

“I want to feel your cum,” Kylie said.

“Where do you want it?” he asked.

“Cum inside me,” she said.

“Fuck, I love when a woman says that,” Anthony said. “Keep telling me.”

“Cum inside me,” Kylie begged. “I want to feel you pulse inside me.

Anthony pounded harder, rotating his hips. Kylie’s hand blurred over her clit again and she came again, harder this time. Anthony let loose inside her.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned. “Take it babe.”

Anthony fell against her, slowly rotating his hips as they both came down, breathing heavily. He looked into her eyes and gently kissed her lips.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k70l0p/the_assistant_11_affair