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.

snaked around my waist, holding me up as his hips

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

my brain short–circuiting from the overwhelming pleasure. Alexander’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsh

he demanded, his voice strained. “Tell me where you want my

desperately

came. His body covered mine, pinning me against the

was our ragged breathing. Alexander’s forehead rested against my shoulder, his hot breath tickling

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

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

look thoroughly fucked.” I admitted, trying to steady my

were.” He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to my shoulder. “Come on, let’s get

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

tomorrow,” he commented,

the water

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

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

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

up and carried me to

felt myself drifting off, vaguely aware of Alexander sliding in

murmured

Alex,” I mumbled,

sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in

said, offering the coffee. “How are you

my legs.

then.” He smirked, looking far too pleased with