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.

around my waist, holding me

growled in my ear, his pace never faltering.

could only moan in response, my brain short–circuiting from the overwhelming pleasure. Alexander’s thrusts became

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

I gasped, surprising myself with how desperately I

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

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

admire the mess we’d made. “Look at

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

thoroughly fucked.” I admitted, trying to

He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to my shoulder. “Come on,

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

to feel that tomorrow,” he commented, watching me wince slightly as

letting the water cascade over my

hands immediately going to my

slowly, the urgency gone, replaced by a comfortable intimacy that felt

confessed

up and carried me to the bed. “Sleep. We’ve had a

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt myself drifting off, vaguely aware of Alexander

murmured against my

Alex,” I mumbled, already half

of coffee. Alexander sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in a charcoal suit, holding

the coffee. “How are you

between my legs. “Like I was thoroughly ravished by

smirked, looking far