The CEO's Contractual Wife

Alexander set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me forward. In the mirror, I could see the concentration on his face, the way his muscles flexed with each movement. His eyes were locked on where our bodies joined, watching his cock disappear into me over and over.

“Look at that,” he said, following my gaze to the mirror. “Look how well you take me.”

One hand slid from my hip to between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. The other moved up to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back.

“You feel so good,” he growled in my ear. “So fucking good around my cock.”

I loved hearing him talk like this, so different from his usual controlled demeanor.

“Harder.” I begged, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Please, Alex, harder.”

Alexander obliged, his hips snapping against mine with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps.

“You want it harder?” he panted. “You want me to fuck this pretty pussy harder?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “God, yes.”

He released my hair to grip both my hips, using the leverage to pound into me even more forcefully. The angle changed slightly, allowing him to hit a spot deep inside that had me seeing stars.

“There!” I cried out. “Right there!”

Alexander kept his aim precise, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust while his fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit. I was climbing rapidly toward a second orgasm, my inner walls clenching around him.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained..

My second orgasm crashed through me with such intensity that my knees buckled.

me up as his

growled in my ear, his pace never faltering. “Fuck, your pussy gets so

my brain short–circuiting from the overwhelming pleasure. Alexander’s thrusts

he demanded, his voice

gasped, surprising myself with how desperately I wanted it. “Inside

one final time, his cock pulsing as he came. His body covered mine,

moments, the only sound in the suite was our ragged breathing. Alexander’s forehead rested against my shoulder, his hot breath tickling my skin. When he

stepping back to admire the

hair wild, lips swollen, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His release leaked down my thighs in a

I admitted, trying

He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss

marble bathroom, Alexander started the shower and adjusted the temperature before guiding

commented, watching me wince slightly as I

it.” I replied, letting the water cascade

my shoulders to massage the tension from them.

replaced by a comfortable intimacy that felt both new and familiar. By

I can move,” I confessed as

he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. “Sleep.

felt myself drifting off, vaguely aware of Alexander sliding in beside me and pulling me against his

he murmured

Alex,” I mumbled, already

through the windows and the smell of coffee. Alexander sat on the edge of

the coffee. “How are you

between my legs. “Like I was thoroughly ravished by a

looking