The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 129

Olivia

His eyes darkened. “Your pussy says otherwise. You’re probably soaked right now, aren’t you?” His free hand trailed up my inner thigh, making me shiver. “Let’s find out.”

His fingers slid between my legs, confirming his suspicion. “Just as I thought,” he murmured. “Dripping for me.”

I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, from base to tip. Alexander’s grip in my hair tightened painfully.

“That’s it,” he encouraged as I took him into my mouth. “Take it deeper.”

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him firmly while maintaining eye contact. His hips jerked forward, pushing him deeper.

“Fuck, Liv. Your mouth feels incredible.”

I hummed around him, sending vibrations through his shaft as I worked him with my hand and mouth together. His breathing grew heavier, more ragged.

“Enough,” he said suddenly, pulling me off him. “Stand up.”

I rose to my feet, my dress hanging open and disheveled around me. Alexander’s eyes raked over my exposed body.

“Turn around,” he commanded. “Hands on the back of the couch.”

I did as he asked, positioning myself with my back to him, hands gripping the soft leather of the sofa. Alexander moved behind me, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress higher until it bunched around my waist.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of my thong. “Bent over for me like you’ve been waiting for this all night.”

“Maybe I have,” I admitted.

His hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting making me gasp. “I knew it the moment I saw you in this dress,” he said, rubbing the spot he’d just slapped. “You were practically begging to be fucked.”

“I wasn’t-”

slap landed on my other cheek, cutting off my protest. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve been teasing me all

stretching me deliciously. I pushed back

fingers pumped in and out. “But not

side. I felt his hot breath against my most intimate place before his tongue made contact, lapping at me with long, firm

moaned, my

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my hips, holding me steady as he devoured me. His tongue circled my clit before dipping inside me,

“Alexander,” I gasped. “Please…”

back slightly. “Tell me

want you

enough.” His fingers replaced his tongue, pumping into me while

cock inside me,” I managed,

“That’s better.” He leaned over me, his chest against

withdrew his fingers and stepped away. I remained bent over the couch, my

and incredibly aroused.

behind me. I heard the sound of a drawer opening, then

What was he doing?

called over my shoulder, my

now. “I told

the heat of his body radiating against my exposed skin. His hand caressed my ass, fingers tracing the curve

ass,” he murmured, squeezing it firmly before bringing his hand down hard, the

he asked, rubbing the spot

admitted, surprising myself with how

so.” His hand came down again, harder this time, on

gasped as he delivered

“Good girl.”

reached ten, my ass was burning pleasantly, and I was practically dripping with need. Alexander ran his