The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246

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I turned my head, giving him better access. His hands slid around to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over nipples that were already hard.

“Alex.”

“Mmm?” He rolled my nipples between his fingers, just enough pressure to make me squirm.

“This was supposed to be relaxing.

“It is relaxing.” He bit my earlobe. “Very relaxing.”

I could feel him hardening against my back, his cock pressing insistently between my ass cheeks. My body responded automatically, heat pooling low in my belly.

One of his hands slid down my stomach, fingers dipping between my thighs. I spread my legs automatically, giving him room to work.

“Still sore?” he asked, his fingers finding my clit.

“A little.”

“I’ll be gentle.” He circled slowly, the water making everything slippery. “For now.”

I arched into his touch, my hands gripping his thighs for leverage. His other hand stayed on my breast, plucking at my nipple while his fingers worked magic between my legs.

“Fuck,” I gasped as he slid two fingers inside me.

He pumped slowly, curling his fingers to hit that spot.

He worked me with practiced skill, his fingers moving faster while his thumb circled my clit. I writhed against him, water sloshing over the edge of the tub.

I was close already, my body wound tight. His fingers pumped harder, his thumb pressing circles that made my vision blur.

The orgasm hit fast and hard, my body clenching around his fingers. I cried out, grinding against his hand as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

“Beautiful,” Alexander murmured, working me through it. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”

When I finally stilled, he withdrew his fingers. I slumped against him, boneless and satisfied.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Much.”

His cock was still hard against my back, insistent. I reached behind me, wrapping my hand around him.

“Your turn.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” I stroked him slowly, feeling him pulse in my grip. “Fair’s fair.”

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Alexander groaned, his hips rocking into my hand.

I shifted in the water, turning to face him. His eyes were dark with hunger, his jaw tight.

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I straddled him, the water splashing as I positioned myself over is cock. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me down slowly.

“Fuck,” he hissed as I sank onto him. “You feel incredible.”

I was sore, stretched from earlier, but the fullness was perfect. I started moving, lifting, and dropping in a slow, rhythmic pattern.

“Faster,” he demanded.

“No.” I kept the pace leisurely. “My turn to torture you.”

His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.

I rode him slowly, water sloshing around us with each movement. His cock hit deep, filling me completely. My breasts bounced with each rise and fall, his eyes glued to them.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Play with those tits.”

I cupped my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. His breathing got heavier, his hips bucking up to meet mine.

“You’re killing me.”

“Good.”

I picked up the pace slightly, rolling my hips in figure eights that made him curse. His hands moved to my ass, spreading my cheeks.

“So perfect.” He squeezed hard. “This ass, this pussy, everything.”

I leaned forward, changing the angle. His cock dragged against my clit with each movement, sending sparks through my

core.

“Getting close?” I whispered against his ear.

“Very.”

“Want to come inside me?”

“Fuck yes.”

I rode him harder now, chasing my own pleasure. The water was a mess; half of it sloshed onto the floor. Neither of us cared.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned.

“Do it,” I clenched around him. “Fill me up.”

He came with a shout, his cock pulsing inside me. The sensation pushed me over the edge again, a smaller orgasm rippling through my body.

We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard. Water dipped onto the tile, the candles flickering in the steam.

“Bath’s cold,” I observed.

“Don’t care. He pulled me against his chest. “Not moving yet.”

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I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat slow gradually. His hands traced patterns on my back, gentle now.

After a while, I shifted slightly, the water growing cooler arounds. “You know, if I get pregnant from all this, that’ll be your fault.”

Alexander’s chest rumbled with laughter beneath my cheek. “My fault? Pretty sure we established I’ve got no stamina. How would I manage to get you pregnant?”

I sat up so fast that water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “Are you seriously throwing my own words back at me?”

“Just pointing out the facts.” His eyes gleamed with amusement. Old, decrepit men with stamina problems don’t typically father children.”

I smacked his chest, hard enough to sting. “I was joking back them, you ass!”

“And I’m joking now.” He caught my wrist before I could hit him again. “We’re even.”

“We are not even.” I tried to pull free, but his grip was firm. “You left me hanging earlier. That’s way worse.”

“Did I?” His thumb stroked the inside of my wrist. “I seem to recall finishing the job quite thoroughly.”

“After torturing me first.”

“You earned it with that old man comment.” He pulled me back against him. “Besides, you loved every second.”

I couldn’t argue with that. “You’re still an asshole.”

“For better or worse.”

“Definitely worse right now.” But I settled back against his chest, po satisfied to stay mad.

“Come on,” he said after a few more minutes. “Water’s getting cold, and I need to clean up

before we pass out.”

We climbed out of the tub, water dripping onto the tile floor. Aleksander grabbed towels for both of us, wrapping one around my shoulders before dealing with his own.

I dried off quickly, my limbs heavy with exhaustion. Alexander finished first, disappearing into the bedroom while I hung my towel on the rack.

By the time I padded into the bedroom, he’d already pulled back the covers. The sheets looked impossibly inviting after the long day.

“Bed,” I said unnecessarily, crawling onto the mattress.

Alexander followed, pulling the covers over both of us. His arm me around my waist automatically, tugging me back against his chest.

“Comfortable?” he asked against my hair.

“Mr

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