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.

arm snaked around my waist, holding me

my ear, his pace never faltering. “Fuck, your

from the overwhelming pleasure. Alexander’s thrusts became

it?” he demanded, his voice strained. “Tell me

desperately I wanted it. “Inside

his cock pulsing as he came. His body covered

several 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 finally pulled out, I felt a trickle

Christ,” he muttered, stepping back to admire the

glistening with sweat. His release leaked

admitted, trying to steady my

because you were.” He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to my shoulder.

shower and adjusted the temperature before guiding me

he commented, watching me wince slightly as I

the water cascade over my

his hands immediately going to my shoulders to massage the tension from them. “Definitely

each other slowly, the urgency gone, replaced by a comfortable intimacy that felt both new and familiar. By the time we finished, exhaustion had

don’t think I can move,” I confessed as Alexander wrapped me in a plush

motion, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. “Sleep. We’ve had

pillow, I felt myself drifting off, vaguely aware

Liv,” he murmured against my

Alex,” I mumbled, already

woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of coffee. Alexander sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in

the

delicious soreness between my legs. “Like

He smirked, looking far too pleased with