The Billionaire's Personal Assistant

Chapter 3

Harper’s POV

*s****l Content Ahead! 18+

I slipped my dress off, leaving my body bare. I could see him ravaging me with his eyes under the dim red lights. Not only that, but I was too drunk, and it was too dim to make out his face, but he was handsome – I could tell, and his lips were so soft.

I crossed my arm over my breasts shyly, as I bit my lip. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but it just felt too good to stop.

He moved closer to me, almost making it seem like he was the predator, and I was his prey. He kissed my neck gently, causing a whimper to leave my lips. “You’re so f*****g sexy,” he whispered into my ear.

He took one of my breasts into his hand, fondling with the n****e between two fingers. I moaned, throwing my head back as his mouth enveloped the other, circling around it teasingly with his tongue.

I could feel the heat between my legs growing. I was so aroused that I had to move my hand toward my throbbing c**t. He pushed my hand away gently, making me fall back onto the bed. He was now on top of me and his fingers danced across my skin as I held in a moan. His fingers were now hovering over the tiny strip of hair above my p***y, tracing downwards until he felt me throb. He slipped a finger inside me easily, using my wetness as lube. His mouth was still latched onto my n****e until he pulled away looking at me with a seductive gaze.

“f**k,” I gasped, looking into his eyes. They were ocean blue. Mesmerizing really. “Another finger please,” I pleaded, like a needy brat with insatiable desires.

He slipped another finger in me thrusting roughly as he smirked. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying seeing me submit my body to him, helpless under his touch. I buried my face in the pillow as he kept thrusting harder.

“That feels so f*****g good, please don’t stop. I’m about to—.” My words were cut off by his plump lips on mine, as he withdrew his fingers just as I was about to reach my high. I whined as my hips bucked up, my p***y greedy and needy for more.

He grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it onto himself before positioning himself in front of my entrance. I shifted my hands away from the pillow, wrapping them around his neck, as he gently slid into me. My tight p***y stretched as I groaned trying to adjust to his size. He pushed in deeper.

“Are you okay?” His eyes were laced with a bit of concern. I smiled, the pain and pleasure mix had never felt better. “I’m okay.” His c**k was so big and his girth was unbelievable. I could feel his c**k throbbing in me, his veins gliding against the inner walls of my v****a.

He started thrusting slowly, gripping onto the headboard above my head. Each pound sent my p***y into heaven and I gripped his back, probably leaving some scratches.

“Harder,” I whispered into his ear breathlessly. I guess that triggered him because, in a split second, he started pounding harder and deeper into me. His eyes and mine collided as he kept pounding, the headboard hitting against the wall.

I was obviously on cloud nine, and my greedy p***y tightened around his c**k, making him groan in return. He was going so fast and rough that I could feel him in my stomach.

It hurt like hell but felt like heaven.

“Don’t come unless I say so.” He growled, slowing the pace and rubbing my c**t with his thumb.

I nodded fervently as he took me in. My hips lifted upwards, urging him to go faster, deeper as my moans surrounded the room. I was close. So f*****g close.

My c**t was throbbing against his thumbs, begging for release, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “I’m about to c*m, please let me c*m,” I begged.

“Cum.”

That one word sent me haywire as my legs shook, and my p***y clenched around his c**k. I fisted the sheets as I moaned in pure ecstasy, my eyes seeing stars. Shortly after, he groaned as he pulled out, finishing into the condom.

Before I knew it, I drifted off into a world of slumber.

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When I woke up, I was covered with a duvet and the room was chilly. My head was banging as I groaned. I turned to meet painkillers and a bottle of water in the bedside drawer. I quickly used them, hoping to stop the throbbing pain emanating from my head. I could barely remember anything, except the mind-blowing s*x I had last night. Then again, I was the only one in the room. It seemed as though the mystery man had already left, leaving the room silent and bare. I sighed, standing up, my legs wobbly and my p***y aching.

Damn. I thought to myself.

I threw my dress back on before moving towards the bathroom to check myself. My hair was messy, unlike last night when it had been perfectly styled by Anya. I brushed my fingers through my hair, in a futile attempt to make it look more presentable.

Carrying my purse, I made my way out of the room and navigated to the main bar area. But, where was Anya? Maybe she had already left. I needed to recollect my thoughts anyway, so I decided to order an Uber home.

When I got home, I had my bath, scenes of last night were still replaying in my mind. When I stepped out, I made a coffee and transferred it into a tumbler. It was chilly outside, so I threw a coat over the sports bra and leggings I had on and wrapped my hair up into a messy bun. I made sure I tossed my phone into my coat’s pocket as well.

I stepped out of my house, breathing in the fresh air with my tumbler in hand. I sipped the coffee as I made my way to a nearby park that was just around the corner. I made sure to take my time and stroll, taking in the serene environment.

I had a spot at the park where I normally sat, so that’s where I was headed. My legs carried me faster than I thought and I didn’t even realize when I got to the seat. I sat down and tried to run over everything that happened yesterday.

I lost my job.

I was sexually harassed.

I had a one-night stand with euphoric s*x.

Wow.

I chuckled as I sipped some more coffee. The sharp, crisp air filled my nose quickly, making it wrinkle in protest. I should’ve worn a scarf.

Looking over to my left, I spotted a cute, fluffy Golden Retriever running towards me. “Hey buddy,” I cooed. “Where’s your owner?” I scratched under its chin as it sat on the grass leaning into my touch. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I giggled as I patted its head.

“Yeah, she does like pats and rubs.” An unfamiliar, husky voice chimed in.

I looked up to meet a pair of foreign, warm honey brown eyes.

“Hi.”