The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

He quickens the pace until he’s slamming hard into me, almost ruthlessly, both of us breathing hard, eliciting soft grunts and moans. He’s gripping my waist so tightly I know it’ll leave marks with passion overtaking gentleness and lust driving him further. I savor the roughness and know this is not lovemaking, this is Jake’s definition of fucking and I like it.

I cry out with every thrust. I love what he’s doing, I anticipate every movement, grind back to him, encourage it to be harder. Every jolt sending a deep wave of pleasure, my body losing all control as I begin to hit that dizzying height again. I moan loudly as the tension builds, this time it’s so fast and so close to the last, it threatens to tear me apart. The build-up making me pant out loud; heat, and wetness which only seems to make him more excited and he thrusts harder and faster. Jake screws me senseless.

I’m unable to slow it down, held captive in my pose, his hard, hot, body is ruthless. I tug at my restraints harshly in fear of the precipice I’m almost on the verge of reaching, the intensity overwhelming me and I’m unable to move. It’s exhilarating and so god damn satisfying. And then it happens, like a mass all-consuming explosion as the waves of my climax quickly envelope me and I spasm wildly without warning, verbally letting out a wail of sheer ecstasy. Splayed out in front of him, completely immobile, it adds to the intensity of the orgasm, causing it to multiply and string out for endless mind-blowing seconds that are so much more intense than anything before. I cry out loudly for what feels like forever, racked with something so huge I can do nothing but surrender in the most earth-shattering moment of my life. Body flushing with moisture at my release, covering us both and I lose all conscious awareness of anything but the ripples of extreme deliciousness catapulting through me. My body alive with sensation.

He falls over the top of me as I begin to still, and we both collapse on the bed in a heap, my arms outstretched above me. Still inside me, throbbing at his own climax, spurring a sprinkle of tiny mini explosions within me that makes me twitch involuntarily. I’m still moaning in ecstasy and unable to feel anything but extreme release. Both of us lost inside our own internal pleasure while joined.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, not even with Jake these past few days and I’m completely hopeless to do anything but languish here. He reaches up, tugs off the wrist cuffs, and pulls me into his arms to lay and bask in what he’s just done to me, our bodies sagging in satisfaction. I’m panting and tingling all over, my limbs have turned to Jell-O as he slides the blindfold off me from behind, throwing it toward the wall and spooning me as I blink to adjust to light. I’m completely useless to move my own limbs and still trying to catch my breath, body heated crazily.

He smiles against my shoulder where he’s laid his head, the graze of his stubble on heightened sensitive skin and I smile too. Even after something like that, something so new and kinky, there’s no awkwardness or shyness. He satisfies me in ways I could never have dreamed of and rocks my world with so truly little effort. He kisses me gently on the back of my shoulder and exhales with a sigh of contentment.

“I’ve never made you cum like that before,” he mumbles nuzzling my neck softly. “I think we’ll be taking this set up home with us, bambino. I’m definitely up for

sex could be the way

and then he stretches out to yawn, a hand appearing in the air above me as he loosens his limbs. I stretch out and nod, closing my eyes and snuggling against him, ready to just fall asleep. He wraps around me a little more comfortably, nuzzling his face into my hair, his legs entangling with mine in his getting ready to take a nap

to my ear it gives

arms and cover them possessively. Enjoying the strong, hard muscle under

He breaks off as if he’s not sure if he wants to say this. I open

sex like this? Or that it’s never felt as good as

to gaze at his face in the now shadowy room, the sun must be

I croak, finding some of my shaking voice, my body still tingling in the afterglow.