Rachel was trying to focus on the meeting, but it felt impossible. They were sitting in a quaint restaurant, by the window overlooking the calming sea. She had no idea why Matt wanted to sit by the window of all places, where she could see her reflection on the glass, the dark flush crawling on her cheeks.

The assistant couldn't focus on anything but the constant pressure of the plug just edging on inside her. It was enough to drive her crazy. And as they were seated, she could feel it getting worse with each passing second. As she tried to move the plug it nudged against her bundle of nerves, sending an electric shock through her body.

As if Matt noticed her reflection on the glass he bit back his smirk, nodding along to whatever Dr Stinson was saying.

It took her a while to breath as she attempted to look calm and collected. Rachel gulped a huge sip of water.

"...Rachel can get it" Matt's voice made her sit up straight. She almost missed the start of his sentence. The assistant blinked at him.

"Uhh, sir?"

Matt turned towards her, a delicious smirk playing on his lips. "The laptop, Rachel. Can you get that bag? It's near your legs."

When did he keep that near her legs? She thought, staring at the brown bag resting against her ankles. The assistant nodded her head, leaning forward to grip the bag when she felt the shift. As she sat back up, a squeak tore her lips as the plug pushed in deeper. Her abdomen clenched tightly, and she gripped at the edge of the table to hold back.

"Are you fine, Ms Smith? You look a little flushed" Dr Stinson's voice made her red. She awkwardly moved her head towards him and nodded her head.

"Umm...yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry about it" She breathed, her voice airy and high. Matt was hiding his smirk, pretending to be invested in turning on the laptop.

She never felt anything like that before. The worst part was the humiliation of possibly being caught by their essential client or a waiter serving them. But then again that only added to the experience of it all. Maybe that's why her boss asked her to hold it in longer. The pleasure coursing through her because of that toy was challenging to describe; it was those dirty thoughts and having Matt so close her that was making her squirm. He was so near that she could feel the heat of his body radiating off him, those sly looks he reserved just for her and his legs occasionally brushing against her. It was too much for her.

Rachel was aware that she could easily go to the bathroom and manually push the plug where it needs to be; she could efficiently work herself over in a stall and be back to normal. It would all take less than ten minutes, but she wanted to be good for her boss. There was a burning need inside of her to do what Matt asked her to do, to wait until the end of the day. She wanted to see the look on his face as she finally gave in and succumbed to his touch. With that thought, she held in a bit longer.
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Rachel couldn't hold in any longer. After their lunch, they went with Dr Stinson to drop him off. On their way back, Matt wanted to see some Griffith Park. She went along hoping it would distract her, but it didn't work. As they walked all she could feel was the pressure of plug inside her.

When they returned, Matt went back to his work while Rachel escaped to her bed. She eyed the clock, frustration taking over her features as it was only five in the evening. She had enough.

The assistant walked back to him.

Matt had a teasing grin on his face as he idly looked up from his files.

"We still have a few hours for the day to end, baby."

"I don't care." Rachel hurried into his chair, bracketing his legs and pushing her lips against him. The chair rocked backwards with the motion, and the weight of them together.

Matt laughed in her mouth.

She rolled her eyes at his amusement. He was probably finding her desperation funny.

"Please, sir..." She whined against his lips, rutting. Her hips slowly grind against her boss cock, already hard. A moan slipped out of her lips as his tent nudged against her plug.

Rachel dropped her hand to his jeans, trying to undo them. Her eyes rolled back as Matt licked into her mouth, his hands digging into her waist. She felt anger build up inside her as the buttons won't come off, almost making her bite his lips.

Matt winced, pulling back. "You're so impatient, baby."

She made a face. Matt pulled back, easing her out of his lap and taking off their clothes. Rachel sloppily climbed back. He briefly stopped to kiss her swollen mouth before sitting around on the chair and pulling her alone. His hard cock sprang against his stomach as she sat onto his lap.

The movement, along with his hands moving towards her waist was enough to make her relive a sigh. Rachel was instantly reminded of the plug nestled in her hole. As if Matt could read her mind, he pulled her closer, his fingers moving behind her.

She held her breath as Matt eased the plug, making her whine at a loss. Her hole gaped around the air, feeling empty all of a sudden. Rachel fell against his body. Matt slicked his two fingers before pushing behind her walls, holding onto her as she grind against his cock.

"N-need to come" Rachel slurred, blinking up at him.

Matt reached behind his desk and immediately retrieved a condom. It took her a second to realise that he was handing her the packet. She tore it with her teeth, all while maintaining eye contact. The assistant stroked his cock, giving it a light tug before she wrapped the condom.

She held her breath as Matt stared at her, his eyes dark and wide. It felt surreal that he was going to fuck her again. How did they get there?

Using his other hand, Matt tapped at her cheek softly. She nodded her head, lifting herself before she slowly sank onto his cock. Matt grunted, his fingers pushing deeper behind her.

The assistant took her time, savouring the feeling of his cock brushing against her. Even though he already fucked her senseless before, nothing compared to the surface of riding him. She pulled the lower lip in between her teeth, holding on to his biceps.

Once she felt him all the way down, it took her a moment to catch her breath. Rachel used his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin to lift herself before dropping down again.

"Fuck!" Matt groaned, his head thrown back.

Rachel started slow and gradually working up the speed. Once she sat down completely, Matt used the opportunity to take the plug from the desk. She whined at the loss of his fingers but immediately felt the plug push in again. Her mouth fell open, and she stumbled in his arms.

Rachel had no idea that he was going to do that. It made her entire body lax, leaning against him for support. The plug nudging inside her along with his hard made it impossible to catch a breath.

"Baby" Matt slowly whispered, nosing along her cheeks and pressing butterfly kisses.

She hummed, lifting her head.

"Do you want me to move?" Rachel nodded her head, words unable to leave her mouth.

"Okay," Matt whispered, bobbing his head as he lifted her hips, wrapping his arms around her lithe, delicate frame. She felt safe and warm in his arms.

He suddenly stood up, making her mouth partially open. Matt walked to his bed, his length pushing into her with each step. As soon as he laid her back on the ground, he started thrashing in. She arched her back, her hands fisting the sheets under at his raw thrusts.

Matt knew exactly how to use his hips, slow them down and speed them up to tease her. As she was pushed against the mattress, the toy hit her bundle of nerves with more force. But with the way Matt was drilling above her, his cock thick and full, made her eyes widen. Nothing could compare with him. Not even that bloody white toy.

"S-Sir..." She brokenly whispered, feeling the heat coiling in her stomach. The assistant was aware that she couldn't last long, not with the way he was ramming into her.

"I'm-I'm going to come."

"Yeah? Come for me" He pulled her thighs around his waist.

The angle was deep enough to send her over the edge. She threw her head back and convulsed around him. Matt followed shortly, emptying inside the condom with a grunt.

She gasped for her breath, feeling the sweat trickle down her forehead. Matt threw the condom in the bin before joining her on the bed. It took her a moment to open her eyes.

"That was so worth the wait." He breathed, making her giggled.
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