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

“Is that good, baby?” He growls into my ear, breathless and hot. His voice doing as much to me as his hands and I tremble under his power.

“Uh, mmmmm huh.” I moan, equally breathless as he slowly tortures me with his fingers, his other hand skillfully teasing my nipple. I’m so wet I can feel it throbbing and sliding effortlessly. My hands braced on the building, which is scratching slightly under my smooth palms, unable to do anything except surrender to him with legs wide apart. His hard body molded to mine while those wicked hands pleasure me deeply.

“You want to cum like this?” He pushes against me again, showing me how turned on he is. His strong naked torso against my own naked skin, that in itself causing a wave of sensation. I’m so lost to him it’s pathetic.

“Mmmm, hmmmmm.” Is the only answer I can give, unable to talk as I move back against him, the building pleasure soaring through me, making my body tingle and nipples ache. He continues to probe and slide into me, feeling me start to tighten around him, his kisses tracing my neck and shoulders slowly and seductively. I moan and writhe as I start to climb, the orgasm merely seconds away and my legs trembling with the threat of giving out completely. I breathe harder, my moaning pitching as it comes closer and closer to the almost brink, the internal building and tingles coursing through me, legs turning to Jell-O and insides tingling in anticipation, my whole body heating and vibrating.

“Pity we made that little deal then huh?” His voice changes like night from day and his hand pulls out of me fast, letting me go to sag against the building in outrage. All sensations cutting off like being dunked in ice water in a flash. It takes a moment to recover from the ecstasy of what he was doing, and I turn on him, faced with smugness and complete control on his face. He looks like the cat who got the cream. I stare in open-mouthed disbelief.

He grins, leaning out to yank up my bikini to cover my breasts and turns to walk away while adjusting himself in his shorts. “I

throw at him then I would. Unable to control the internal wave of

so close to the brink makes me crazy mad and I storm after him yanking his arm, so

can see us. I don’t even care if they can

… Think you can play out some little lesbian fantasy scene with Alessandra and I’ll what? Come begging to have sex? I told you, baby … We’re not matched in

face of his. I literally have no words at all. No retorts or violent outbursts, just complete speechlessness, and

his face. I walk past to the stair and run for our room in complete rage. So many emotions racing through my head I think

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of me, he’s never left me mid-orgasm before and it’s agony. Every part of me crying for release and