The CEO's Contractual Wife

Olivia

The ride back to the hotel passed in charged silence. Alexander’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb stroking lazy patterns that made concentration impossible. Every touch felt deliberate, building anticipation.

We barely made it through the suite door before Alexander had me pressed against it, his mouth claiming mine with hard intensity. I moaned into the kiss, my hands clutching his shoulders as he devoured me.

“Been wanting to do this all night,” he growled against my lips. “Watching you in that dress, knowing what’s underneath, driving me fucking crazy.”

His hands found the zipper of my dress, yanking it down in one swift motion. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my heels and a black lace thong.

“Fuck,” Alexander breathed, his eyes raking over me. “Look at you.”

Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers in my panties, dragging them down my legs. His breath was hot against my pussy, making me tremble.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I obeyed, widening my stance. Alexander gripped my thighs, holding me steady as his tongue found my clit. The first stroke had me crying out, my hands flying to his hair.

“Alex, oh god.”

He worked me mercilessly, his tongue circling and flicking that sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers dug into my thighs hard enough to bruise. My hips rocked against his face, chasing the pleasure building inside me.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against me. “So wet for me already.”

Two fingers plunged inside my pussy without warning, stretching and filling me. I gasped at the intrusion, my inner walls clenching around him.

“That’s it,” Alexander encouraged, pumping his fingers in and out while his mouth continued its assault on my clit. “Take my fingers like a good girl.”

The combination of his tongue and fingers was overwhelming. I felt my orgasm building, that familiar tension coiling tight in my core.

“I’m close,” I panted. “Alex, I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come all over my face.”

I came hard, my legs shaking, only Alexander’s grip keeping me upright as pleasure crashed through me in

waves.

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Before I’d fully recovered, Alexander stood and spun me around, pressing my chest against the door. I heard. his belt buckle, then the sound of his zipper.

on the door,” he ordered, his voice rough with

myself against the solid wood, my heart racing. Alexander kicked my feet wider apart, positioning himself

the head of his

it,” I gasped. “Please, Alex, I need you

in with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out at the sudden fullness,

to adjust, immediately setting a rough pace. Each thrust slammed me against the door, the sound of skin slapping against skin

one hand gripping my hip while the other wrapped around to toy

“Fuck,

into me relentlessly. The

he panted. “Can feel you

don’t stop,”

my head back. “Look at me

eyes, finding them dark with lust and something else I couldn’t name. That intensity, combined with the angle change

Alex!” I cried out,

becoming erratic. “Milk my cock. Fuck, I’m going to

buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his release. We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, his body

When he stepped back, I felt his release trickling

me up before my shaky legs could give out. “Let’s

intimacy remaining. Alexander’s hands were gentle as they soaped my body, a stark contrast to how

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gasped. Please, Alex, I need you inside

I cried out at the sudden fullness, my pussy stretched around his thick

pace. Each thrust slammed me against the door, the sound

one hand gripping my hip while the other wrapped around to toy with my clit. “Like being fucked hard

moaned. “Fuck, yes, just

in tight circles while his cock pounded into me relentlessly. The dual stimulation

he panted. “Can feel you

yes, don’t

left my clit to grab my hair, pulling my head

and something else I couldn’t name. That intensity, combined with the angle change that had

I cried out,

he groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic.

Alexander buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his release. We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, his body

making me whimper at the loss. When he stepped

said, scooping me up before my