The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257

Olivia

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The overstimulation bordered on pain, every nerve ending screening. But then the sensation shifted, pleasure building again impossibly fast.

“I can’t,” I whimpered. “I can’t come again.”

He pulled his fingers out, using just his tongue now. Long, slow licks up my slit, then fast circles on my clit. The contrast was maddening.

My hips bucked against his face, chasing the pleasure even as my oversensitive body tried to escape it. He released my wrists, gripping my thighs instead and spreading them wider.

“Please,” I begged, not sure what I was asking for anymore.

His tongue pushed inside me, fucking me with it before moving back to my clit. Sucking hard, then gentle licks, then hard again. He played my body like he’d written the manual himself.

The second orgasm hit different. Slower, deeper, rolling through me in long waves that left me gasping. My legs shook so hard I couldn’t control them, couldn’t do anything but lie there and take what he was giving me.

When he finally pulled away, I was panting, my whole body trembling. I couldn’t form words, could barely think pleasure still pulsing through me.

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Alexander stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark, predatory. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

I watched through half–lidded eyes as his hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with quick, efficient movements. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops made my pussy clench.

He unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zipper. My breath caught when he pulled out his cock, thick and hard and ready. He stroked himself a few times, and I bit my lip watching pre–cum bead at the tip.

“See what you do to me?” He stepped between my spread thighs, rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance. Just the tip, teasing. “Fucking soaked for me.”

“Stop teasing,” I demanded, my voice coming out breathy and desperate.

He pushed in just an inch before pulling back out.

“Please. Please, Alex, I need-”

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, filling me completely. I cried out, my back arching off the desk as he stretched

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“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

He didn’t give me time to adjust; he just started pounding into me with punishing force. The desk shook with each thrust, more papers sliding to the floor. The lamp rattled.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him even deeper. He hit something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“That’s it,” he grunted, fucking me harder. “Take it. Take all of it.”

His cock filled me completely, hitting so deep it bordered on too much. But I didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to slow down. I wanted exactly this: rough, desperate, and real.

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Chapter 257

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the study, mixing with my moans and his harsh breathing.

“You feel so good,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders rough his shirt. “Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a brutal kiss that tasted like me.

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I kissed him back just as hard, sucking his tongue into my mouth My hips rose to meet each thrust, the angle changing just enough to make me see stars.

“More,” I demanded against his lips.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping me over roughly before I could process what was happening. My breasts pressed against the cool wood of the desk, my ass in the air.

“Stay just like that,” he ordered.

I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. The exposure made me flush with heat and embarrassment and arousal all tangled together.

“Perfect fucking view,” he muttered.

Then he shoved back inside from behind. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back as he fucked me. The slight pain mixed with pleasure, making everything more intense.

His balls slapped against my clit with each stroke, adding another layer of sensation. I could feel another orgasm building, faster than I thought possible after the first two.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

I slid one hand down, finding my clit. The angle was awkward, but the moment my fingers made contact, pleasure sparked through me.

“That’s it. Make yourself come on my cock.”

I rubbed circles on my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Everything felt too good, too much. My whole body was wound tight, ready to snap.

“I’m close,” I gasped. I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs gave out, and only his grip on my hips kept me upright.

He fucked me through it, prolonging the orgasm until I was sobbing with overstimulation.

While I was still shaking, he hauled me up against his chest, still buried inside me. I gasped at the shift, my legs barely functioning.

“What-”

He walked us over to the leather couch, his cock never leaving me. Each step jostled him inside me, making me whimper.

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