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.”

harder, and the tension inside me snapped. I cried out his name as waves

Only then did he pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of

up 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

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the condom down his length, taking my time. When I reached

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pinning me beneath him on the bed. His

positioned himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against

wrapped my legs around his hips, trying

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completely inside me. My cry

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tight,” he groaned, remaining still for

nodded frantically.

slow, deep strokes that had me seeing stars. Each thrust pushed me further up

demanded, wrapping my legs tighter

force. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room,

hand sliding up to grip my