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.

my waist, holding me up

got you,” he growled in my ear, his pace never faltering. “Fuck, your pussy gets

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

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

desperately I wanted it. “Inside me,

guttural roar, Alexander slammed into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he came. His body covered mine, pinning me against the dresser as the aftershocks of our orgasms

Alexander’s forehead rested against my shoulder, his hot breath tickling my

to admire the

my reflection in 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

thoroughly fucked.” I admitted,

tender kiss to my shoulder. “Come on, let’s get cleaned

bathroom, Alexander started the shower and adjusted the temperature before guiding me inside. The hot water felt heavenly

tomorrow,” he commented, watching me wince slightly as I

I replied, letting the water cascade over

going to my

gone, replaced by a comfortable intimacy that felt both new and familiar. By the time we

I can move,” I confessed as Alexander wrapped

me up and carried me to the

didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt myself drifting off, vaguely aware

Liv,” he murmured against

mumbled,

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

offering the coffee. “How are

up, wincing slightly at the delicious soreness between my legs. “Like I was thoroughly ravished by

He smirked, looking far too pleased with