The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 122

Olivia

Iarched my back as his thumb continued working my clit while his fingers pumped s

“You like that? Like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes,” 1 hissed, rocking against his hand. “But I want more.”

“Greedy girl. Always wanting more.”

adily. “Oh god, right there.”

“Can you blame me?” I reached behind, finding his cock hard and ready. I stroked got this to offer?”

under the water, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. “When you’ve

“Fuck, Liv,” he groaned as I ran my thumb over hi

sensitive tip. “Keep that up,

and we

up him ou

make it to the bedroom.”

I straddled his lap, his cock pressing against my entrance. “Why

“Who says we need to?” I turned in the tub, water cascading around us as I faced him. wait?”

His hands gripped my hips, holding me just above where I wanted to be. “Because I want to fuck you properly. On our bed.”

my breasts pressing against his chest. “Then what are we

bedroom, my legs wrapped around his waist. He tossed me onto the massive bed with a playful growl, following me down and capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that left

he commanded. “Hands and

hands smoothed over my

spreading me open. “Look at this

my entrance. He

fuck me,” I begged, pushing back against

me completely in one

I cried out, clutching the sheets

god, you’re so

each thrust. One hand gripped my hip while the other tangled in my

you wanted, isn’t it?” he growled, pounding into me. “My cock

his thrusts as

until the headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust. His hand moved from my

his fingers working magic on my

my inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Alexander didn’t slow his pace, fucking me through

with you yet,” he warned, withdrawing suddenly and flipping me onto

Chapter 122

my legs apart, positioning himself between them before driving back into me with a force that had me

he demanded, and I forced my eyes open to meet his intense gaze. “I want to watch

I can’t

insisted, adjusting his angle to hit that perfect

hit me like a freight train, tearing a scream from my throat as my body convulsed around him. Alexander finally let himself go, his rhythm faltering as he reached his own climax with a deep, primal

both of us breathing heavily as we came down from

to look at me, a

morning to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the sound of Alexander on the phone in the bathroom. His voice was all

against my naked skin as I stretched, wincing slightly at the pleasant soreness between my legs. A glance at the clock told me

already dressed in tailored slacks and a button–down shirt. “Morning, sleepyhead. The movers will be at your apartment

sheet to my chest. “I need to get

nightstand,” he said, nodding to a steaming mug. “I have meetings all morning, but I’ve