The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 222

**TITLE: Los Angeles 222**

**CONTENT: Olivia**

His thumbs found their way to my nipples, pinching and rolling them with a skill that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me. Each movement combined with the fullness of his cock inside me, sending me spiraling rapidly toward that sweet release I craved.

“Touch your clit,” Alexander commanded, his voice low and demanding. “I want to feel you come on my cock again.”

The sensation was overwhelming, and I reached between us, my fingers finding that swollen bundle of nerves. The moment I made contact, a gasp escaped my lips, and my inner walls clenched tightly around him, responding instinctively to his command.

“That’s it,” Alexander groaned, his hips beginning to thrust upward to meet my downward movements. “Make yourself come for me.”

With urgency, I rubbed frantic circles on my clit, my rhythm becoming erratic as pleasure built to a peak. Alexander’s hands found their way back to my hips, guiding my movements with a firm yet tender touch as he thrust up harder, driving me closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped, breathless with desire. “Alex, I’m going to come!”

“Do it,” he demanded, his voice a growl as he slammed into me. “Come all over my cock.”

And then, like a wave crashing against the shore, my orgasm hit me with a force that took my breath away. I threw my head back, crying out as waves of pleasure rolled through my body, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Alexander’s cock, drawing a deep groan from him.

“Fuck, yes,” he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic, each one more desperate than the last. “I’m going to fill you up again.”

With a few more frantic thrusts, he came with a shout, his fingers digging into my hips as his cock pulsed inside me. I collapsed against his chest, both of us gasping for breath, the weight of our shared pleasure heavy in the air.

“We really made a mess this time,” I mumbled against his skin, feeling the warm release leaking out around his still-hard cock.

“Don’t care,” Alexander replied, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. “You’re worth any mess.”

We lay there for several minutes, wrapped in each other’s warmth, neither of us wanting to break the spell of intimacy that enveloped us. Finally, Alexander shifted beneath me, the moment of reality creeping back in.

“We really should get cleaned up now,” he said reluctantly, a hint of playfulness in his tone. “Before Stefano sends a search party.”

I groaned in response but rolled off him, immediately feeling the rush of our combined release between my thighs. “I can barely walk.”

“Good,” Alexander said with a smirk, standing and pulling me to my feet. “Means I did my job properly.”

In the attached bathroom, we took our time cleaning up. Alexander handed me a warm washcloth, his fingers gentle as they helped wipe away the evidence of our encounter.

“Thank you,” I murmured, touched by the tenderness in his actions.

“Just doing my part,” he replied, a playful glint in his eye. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, and I couldn’t help but laugh, swatting at his chest lightly.

“Terrible joke,” I teased, shaking my head.

“You love my terrible jokes,” he countered, a grin spreading across his face.

After we had cleaned up, I retrieved my dress from where it had been discarded. It was wrinkled but still wearable. Alexander helped me into it, his fingers deftly navigating the zipper as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

“Wow, what a mess,” I noted, my reflection revealing the aftermath of our passionate encounter. “Everyone will know what we were doing.”

“Let them,” Alexander said, running his fingers through my tangled locks in an attempt to smooth them down. “We’re newlyweds. It’s expected that we disappear for some… private time.”

“Still embarrassing,” I replied, biting my lip.

“You weren’t embarrassed when you were screaming my name,” he shot back playfully, a smirk dancing on his lips.

Heat flooded my cheeks at the memory. “That’s different,” I insisted, trying to sound firm but failing to hide my smile.

Alexander chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to my neck. “If you say so.”

Once we were both somewhat presentable, or as presentable as we could manage given the circumstances, we left the cabin. The party was still in full swing on deck, guests mingling with drinks in hand, laughter and music filling the air.

“There you are!” Stefano called out, spotting us immediately. “I was beginning to think you’d jumped ship.”

“Just needed some air,” Alexander replied smoothly, his hand finding the small of my back, a protective gesture that made my heart flutter.

Stefano’s knowing smirk suggested he wasn’t fooled by our excuses. “Of course. The air in the cabins is quite intimate,” he said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

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