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

“Maybe I’ll just take a little nap.” I sigh, watching evilly as his eyes snap open and focus on me intently.

Holy crap, I’ve never seen him look so primal.

“Fuck that shit.” He sounds enraged, bends, grabbing me under my arms and yanks me up, throwing me on the seat onto my back. I let out a squeal. Within seconds he’s on top of me, pulling up my dress and ripping my pants off. Another lost pair of underwear at the hands of Carrero. There’s no foreplay, no soft kisses or teasing, he’s just inside me within seconds, his hunger pushing all traces of sanity away and he’s grinding into me with unleashed fever. I writhe and arch under him, burning with how this feels, my head meeting the door with aggression as he rams into me again, using his feet against the other side to lever his thrusts into me.

I like it, I like this hard, almost violent way he’s screwing me, his need overtaking all rational thought and gentleness. This is a new side to him, and I want more. Just desire so raging he needs to take me as fast as he can before he self-combusts. His hands come up, pinning my wrists to the seat beside my head, holding me down almost savagely, his face buried in my neck. My legs are up around his waist, the trousers causing friction because he’s barely pulled them down, but it all adds to the exoticness of it all. For the first time in the many sessions of having sex with Jake this time really does feel like I’m just being banged without emotion, and the contrast is mind-blowing. Hot, hard, and fast, I’m surprised by how quickly my body reacts, cumming in grand fashion in seconds. Unable to stay sane when he is literally ravishing me. He follows with his own climax shortly then slumps on top of me, panting.

“Emma … Jesus!” He leans up with a weak smile. “That’s not how I intended our reunion sex to be.” His eyes have lost that darkness and now are soft and hazy and relaxed. I grin back at him. Beaming.

Immensely proud of myself and the way I just played the king!

“I thought you were the master of second rounds.” I tease issuing another challenge.

his head at my ability to undo him. “Who knew my little icy Emma would be such a hot little seductress? I think you’re starting to get too good at this and out maneuvering the master.” He drops a kiss on my mouth and pulls me up, pulling my dress down for me and helps me slide up to sitting before sorting himself back into his pants. He bends, retrieving my torn lace and waves them triumphantly.

to need a spare room to keep

off or soon I’ll have to go commando from necessity.” I joke, catching the lace in his hand and yank it free. I shove

am I kidding? I want him again

grins and then glances out of the heavily tinted window. “I think we should maybe get out of the car and head

in surprise, wondering if Jefferson is even still in the driver’s seat. That would be beyond awkward with no engine to

standing a few feet away at the elevator holding my bag and

does he know what we were

blush rushing

car rock?