The CEO's Contractual Wife - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Olivia
My hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. He tasted like wine and tiramisu, rich and intoxicating. I shifted on his lap, grinding against the hardness beneath me, seeking friction where I needed it most.
Alexander groaned into my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, guiding my movements against him. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire.
"Fuck, Liv," he breathed, his voice rough. "You feel so good."
I should have stopped. I should have remembered that this was my boss, that we had a contract, and that this was supposed to be a business arrangement. But his hands were everywhere, and his mouth was hot on my neck, and I couldn't think straight.
"I want you," I whispered, surprising myself with my boldness.
Alexander's response was immediate. He captured my mouth again, kissing me deeply while his hands slipped under my sweatshirt, his fingers hot against my skin.
"Take this off," he commanded, tugging at the hem.
I raised my arms, letting him pull the sweatshirt over my head. His eyes darkened as he took in my black lace bra, his hands coming up to cup my breasts.
"Beautiful," he murmured, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the lace. "So fucking beautiful."
I arched into his touch, a whimper escaping me when he pinched one nipple between his fingers. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
"These leggings need to go," he said, his hands moving to the waistband.
I stood on shaky legs, hooking my thumbs in the waistband and slowly pushing them down. Alexander watched with hungry eyes as I revealed my matching black lace panties, the fabric already damp with arousal.
"Come here," he growled once I'd kicked the leggings aside.
I moved back to him, but instead of letting me straddle him again, he flipped our positions, pressing me into the couch. His weight pinned me down as he settled between my thighs, his hardness grinding against my core.
"You have no idea how many times I've thought about this," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "About having you under me, wet and wanting."
His hand slid between us, fingers pushing my panties aside to stroke through my folds. I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking against his hand.
"So wet already," he murmured appreciatively. "Is this all for me, Liv?"
"Yes," I breathed, beyond denial at this point.
Alexander slipped one finger inside me, then another, curling them in a way that made me see stars. His thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right pressure.
"Alex," I moaned. "Please."
He nipped at my earlobe. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me," I gasped as his fingers continued their relentless assault. "Now."
Alexander withdrew his fingers and reached for his belt, unfastening it with quick efficiency. I watched, mesmerized, as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock.
He was huge, thick, and long, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth went dry at the sight of him.
"Like what you see?" he asked, stroking himself lazily.
"Yes," I admitted, unable to tear my eyes away.
Alexander hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs. He settled back between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
"Last chance to back out," he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
In answer, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Alex."
With a groan, he pushed forward, entering me in one long, slow thrust that had me gasping. He was big, stretching me most deliciously.
"Fuck, you're tight," he hissed, holding still once he was fully seated inside me. "So fucking tight and wet."
I clenched around him, adjusting to his size. "Move," I urged, digging my heels into his lower back.
He pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a pace that was just this side of brutal. Each thrust drove the breath from my lungs, the angle hitting spots inside me that had me seeing stars.
"You feel so good," he growled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "So fucking good wrapped around my cock."
I couldn't form coherent words, could only moan and gasp as he pounded into me. My breasts bounced with each thrust, still confined in my bra. Alexander reached between us to rub my clit, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"That's it," he encouraged as I cried out. "Let me hear you."
My orgasm built rapidly, tension coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly. Alexander must have sensed how close I was because he increased the pressure on my clit, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.
"Come for me, Liv," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock."
His words pushed me closer to the edge. I arched my back, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach. Alexander slid his free hand up to my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core.
"Fuck," I gasped, my inner walls clenching around him.
"That's it," he growled, driving into me with punishing force. "Let go."
Just as the first wave of my orgasm was about to crash over me, Alexander suddenly flipped me over onto my hands and knees. The new position drove him even deeper, his cock hitting spots inside me that had me seeing stars.
"Alex!" I cried out, pushing back against him.
His hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting making me yelp. "You like that, don't you?" Another slap, harder this time. "Answer me."
"Yes," I moaned, my arms giving out so my face pressed into the couch cushions. "God, yes."
Alexander grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he pounded into me. The slight pain from my scalp mixed with the pleasure of his cock stretching me open, creating a heady cocktail that pushed me right to the edge.
"Your pussy feels so fucking good," he grunted, his rhythm becoming erratic. "So tight around my cock."
His words were filthy and exactly what I needed. His hand came around to rub my clit again, circling the sensitive bud with practiced precision.