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.

holding me up as his hips continued their

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

from the overwhelming pleasure. Alexander’s thrusts became more erratic, his

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

how desperately I wanted it. “Inside me, Alex,

slammed into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he came. His body covered mine, pinning me against the

Alexander’s forehead rested against my shoulder, his hot breath tickling my skin. When he finally pulled out, I felt

Christ,” he muttered, stepping back to admire the mess

the mirror: hair wild, lips swollen, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His release leaked down my thighs in a way that should have been embarrassing but was somehow primal and

fucked.” I admitted, trying to steady my

were.” He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to

started the shower and adjusted the temperature before guiding me inside. The hot

commented, watching me wince

the water cascade over my

hands immediately going to my shoulders to massage

that felt both new and familiar. By

can move,” I confessed as Alexander wrapped me in a

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

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

murmured against my

Alex,” I mumbled,

sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of coffee. Alexander sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in a charcoal suit, holding a

offering the

soreness between my legs. “Like I

smirked, looking