The CEO's Contractual Wife

His fingers traced the lace, teasing but never quite touching where I needed him most. I squirmed beneath him, desperate for more contact.

“Please,” I whispered. “Touch me.”

“Where?” His fingers continued their maddening journey along the edge of my thong. “Here?” He brushed across my hip bone. “Or maybe here?” His hand moved to my inner thigh.

“You know where,” I groaned in frustration.

“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded, his voice commanding but playful.

I looked directly into his eyes. “Touch my pussy, Alex. Please.”

His eyes flashed with approval. “Good girl.”

Finally, his hand slipped beneath the lace, finding me already wet and ready for him. He groaned at the discovery, his fingers sliding through my folds with expert precision.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, circling my clit with his thumb. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” I gasped as he applied more pressure. “Only you.”

Alexander’s fingers explored me thoroughly, dipping inside me before returning to that bundle of nerves that had me writhing beneath him. All the while, his mouth continued its assault on my breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp nips that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

“I need to taste you,” he said suddenly, moving down my body.

He hooked his fingers into my thong and slowly pulled it down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Once the scrap of lace was discarded, he settled between my thighs, his hot breath teasing my sensitive flesh.

He stared at my exposed pussy with hunger in his eyes. He leaned forward, dragging his tongue through my folds with a slow, deliberate stroke. My hips bucked involuntarily, and he chuckled against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.

“Hold still,” he commanded, placing one arm across my hips to keep me in place.

He dove back in with renewed focus, his tongue circling my clit before flicking across it with precise movements. My hands fisted in the sheets as pleasure built within me, coiling tighter with each expert stroke.

When he slid one finger inside me, curling it to hit that perfect spot, I nearly came undone. “Fuck, Alex!”

He added a second finger, stretching me deliciously while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit. The dual sensations had me climbing rapidly toward orgasm, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“That’s it,” Alexander encouraged between licks. “Come for me, Liv. Let me taste you.”

tongue pressed harder, and the tension inside me snapped. I cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my inner walls pulsing around his

was trembling and oversensitive. Only then did he pull away, wiping his mouth with

back up my body to

shifting beneath his skin. When

and huge, the tip glistening with

a breath at the sight, my hand automatically reaching out to wrap around its impressive

stroking him

eyes darkening as

how his jaw clenched in

suddenly, reaching toward the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom, tearing the

it from him. “Let

time. When

in to kiss him, my

pinning me beneath him on the bed. His weight felt delicious, his

at my entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against me. “Is

I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying

himself just barely inside me. “Say

serious

was pure

him, pride warring with desperation. Desperation

pushed in a

“Please fuck me, Alex.”

eyes flashed

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thrust, he buried himself completely inside me. My cry echoed off the walls as

digging my nails into his

groaned, remaining still for a moment. “You

frantically. “Move.

with slow, deep strokes that had me seeing stars. Each thrust pushed me further up the bed until he grabbed my hips to hold me in

demanded, wrapping my legs tighter

force. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by our

fucking good,” he growled, one hand sliding up to grip