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.”

the tension inside me snapped. I cried out his name

didn’t let up, drawing out my orgasm until I was trembling and oversensitive. Only then did he pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazed up at

back up

oddly erotic. My hands explored his back, feeling the powerful muscles. shifting beneath his skin. When I reached the waistband of his boxers, I didn’t hesitate to push them down, eager to

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sight, my hand automatically reaching out to

him slowly from

through his teeth, his eyes darkening as he

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took it from

When I reached the base, I gave

in to kiss him,

him on the

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wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to pull

resisted, holding himself just barely inside

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pushed in a fraction more, making

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cry echoed off the walls as my body stretched to accommodate

my nails into his

remaining still for a moment.

frantically. “Move.

pushed me further up the bed until he grabbed my hips to hold

demanded, wrapping my legs tighter around

sound of skin slapping

hand sliding up to grip my breast.