It was a sweltering Wednesday afternoon when I first met my new stepfather’s assistant, Lila. The humidity was oppressive, making my sundress cling to my sweaty skin in all the wrong places. I was lounging by the pool, trying to beat the heat, when I spotted him pulling into the driveway in a sleek black sports car.
I sat up and adjusted my sunglasses, watching him step out with a briefcase in hand. He moved with easy confidence, his broad shoulders and chiseled jawline making my heart flutter. I felt a pang of regret for not putting on a bikini, choosing instead a more conservative halter-top and shorts ensemble.
“Hello there,” he said, flashing me a dazzling smile as he approached. “I’m Drake, your stepfather’s new executive assistant. And you must be Amelia.”
I nodded, feeling flustered by his proximity and charm. “Nice to meet you, Drake. Welcome to the madhouse.” I gestured around at the sprawling estate.
He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound. “I have a feeling this won’t be my average office job. But I’m excited for the challenge.” His eyes traveled down my body and lingered on my bare legs before meeting my gaze again with a smirk.
I bit my lower lip, admiring his powerful physique straining against his tailored suit. My mind began to wander to naughty places. What I wouldn’t give to have those strong hands all over me, his face buried between my thighs…
Just then, I heard my stepfather’s voice booming from inside. “That you, Drake? Come on in, man! Amelia, be a doll and fix our guest a drink, will you?”
I stood up on shaky legs, very aware of Drake’s eyes following the sway of my hips as I sashayed into the house. I poured him a tall glass of iced tea and handed it over, our fingers brushing and sending sparks of electricity through me.
“Thanks,” he murmured, his intense grey eyes boring into mine. “You’re just as lovely as your father described. But I have a feeling he left out the best parts.”
I blushed and looked away, but not before catching the heated promise in his look. Oh, this boy was trouble with a capital T. And I couldn’t wait to get into mischief with him.
Over the next few weeks, Drake and I grew closer, finding excuses to cross paths around the house when my stepfather was away. Inappropriate banter and lingering glances turned to “accidental” brushes and stolen kisses.
One night, I found myself tucking a note under his office door – Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1. The quote was: “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
He caught me slipping it under the door and pulled me inside, shoving a file cabinet in front of the door to block it. “My, my, aren’t we bold?” he growled, backing me up against the wall. “Seduction by Shakespeare. I like the way you think.”
“Less talking, more kissing,” I purred, wrapping my leg around his hip as I raked my nails down his chest.
He obliged, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss as he ground his thick bulge against my aching core. I moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair to yank him closer.
“Fuck, you taste divine,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Dreaming about burying myself inside your tight little body.”
“Yes,” I hissed, arching into him. “Take me, right here on the desk. I’m so fucking wet for you, Drake.”
He hoisted me up, sweeping my books and papers to the floor before laying me back across the smooth wood. Hitching my skirt up around my waist, he notched his cloth-covered erection against my soaked panty crotch and rolled his hips.
“Look at you, spread out like a feast. And all for me,” he growled, sliding his hand under my ass. With a sharp tug, he ripped my panties away, baring my most intimate parts to his hungry gaze.
“Please,” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him. “I need you so bad. Stuff me full of that big cock!”
Drake smirked, unzipping his fly to pull out his long, thick shaft. “As my princess commands.” And with that, he notched the fat head at my entrance and surged forward, impaling me on his impressive length with a hard thrust.
“Oh fuck yes!” I cried out, clutching at his shoulders as he stretched me open. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”
He set a relentless pace, hammering into me as I bucked to meet his thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin and our mingled moans of pleasure filled the air. My nails raked down his back as the pressure built, my walls starting to flutter around him.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he grunted, angling to hit that spot inside that made me see stars. “Gonna make you cum on my cock like a good girl. Let go for me, Amelia.”
I keened, back bowing as ecstasy crashed through me. “Yes, yes, oh fuck Drake!” I convulsed around him, milking his pulsing length.
“Fuck!” he roared, spilling deep inside as his hips stuttered. “Take it all, baby. Every last drop.”
We collapsed together, his softening cock still nestled in my fluttering sheath as we caught our breath. “You’re amazing,” I panted, tracing patterns on his sweaty back.
He lifted his head to grin at me, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re one to talk, princess. But we’re not done yet, are we?”
Before I could respond, he sealed his mouth over mine, the kiss filthy and promising. I moaned into him, already feeling him start to harden again inside.
We had a long way to go before I was fully fucked out and satisfied. And I couldn’t wait to see what other troubles Drake and I would get up to together in this house of sin.