The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 202

Olivia

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice rough.

I obeyed, crawling onto the mattress. Alexander stripped quickly, his eyes never leaving me. When he joined me on the bed, his body covered mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he growled against my neck. “About getting you naked and making you

scream.”

His mouth moved down my throat, teeth scraping over my pulse point. One hand cupped my breast through my bra, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp.

“These tits,” he muttered, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. “So fucking perfect.”

His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair. He lavished attention on both breasts, alternating between gentle licks and sharp bites that had me writhing beneath him.

“Alex, please,” I gasped. “Touch me. I need you to touch me.”

His hand slid down my stomach, fingers hooking into my panties. “These are soaked. You’ve been thinking about my cock all day?”

“Yes,” I admitted breathlessly.

“Good girl.” He ripped my panties off in one swift motion, tossing the ruined fabric aside. “Spread your legs. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

I obeyed, my thighs falling open. Alexander settled between them, his eyes fixed on my exposed flesh.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, running one finger through my folds. “So fucking ready.”

He circled my clit with agonizing slowness, building pressure but never quite enough. I bucked my hips, seeking more friction, but his other hand pressed down on my stomach, holding me still.

“Stay still. Let me play with this pussy.”

Two fingers plunged inside me without warning, stretching me. I cried out, my back arching off the bed. Alexander pumped his fingers ruthlessly, his thumb finding my clit.

“That’s it. Get nice and loud for me. Let the whole fucking hotel know who’s making you feel this good.”

hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The pressure built rapidly, my inner

my fingers?” he demanded. “Going to soak my hand with

“Yes, fuck, yes!”

stop, working me through it until I was gasping and

“Too much,” I panted.

it’s too much.” His fingers slowed but didn’t stop, keeping me hovering on the edge of oversensitivity.

his fingers and brought them to his mouth,

a broad stripe from

he ordered. “And don’t let go

around the carved wood. Alexander’s mouth returned to my pussy, licking and sucking with single-minded focus. His hands

pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groaned against me. “Could eat

his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure bordering on pain. My hips tried to buck, but his grip

god,

Give me

inside me, stretching me wider than before. His tongue never stopped its relentless assault on

orgasm hit even harder than the first. I screamed his name, my entire body convulsing. Alexander licked me through it, gentling his touch

pressing kisses to my inner thighs. “So perfect when you come for

the headboard, my arms shaking. Alexander crawled up my

he commanded. “On

onto my stomach, pushing up onto trembling limbs. Alexander’s hands gripped my hips, positioning me exactly how he

in a sharp smack

himself at my entrance, teasing me with

gasped.

do

Alex. I need your cock. Need you to fuck

“Much better.”

slammed into me in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out at the sudden

had him hitting spots that

one else will ever fuck you like this. This pussy belongs

me now.”

I gasped. “Yours,

filled the room. One hand left my hip to tangle

built rapidly, my pussy clenching around his cock. Alexander felt