The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276

Olivia

I sucked gently, my tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. His cock throbbed in my hand, precum leaking steadily now.

I released him and licked back up, gathering the precum on my tongue before taking him deep again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, both hands fisting in my hair. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”

Good. That was exactly the point.

I pulled back and dove down again, establishing a rhythm. My hand worked in tandem with my mouth, twisting on each upstroke.

His thighs tensed under my body. His breathing turned ragged, punctuated by increasingly desperate sounds.

“Liv, I’m close,” he warned, trying to pull me off. “If you don’t want-”

I sucked harder, making my answer clear.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his control snapping. “Gonna come. Gonna fill that mouth.”

I took him as deep as I could, my throat working around him.

He came with a shout, his whole body going rigid. Hot spurts of cum filled my mouth, coating my tongue. I swallowed quickly, taking everything he gave me.

When he finally stopped, I pulled off slowly, licking him clean. His cock twitched, oversensitive but still semi–hard.

He pulled me up his body, kissing me deeply despite the taste of himself on my lips. “You’re amazing.”

I smiled against his mouth. “You’re welcome.”

We lay there for a moment, both catching our breath.

“Come on,” Alexander said eventually. “Let’s get back inside before I fuck you right here on this beach.”

We finally pulled apart, both breathing hard, the ocean breeze cooling our heated skin. My lips felt swollen from his kisses, my body still humming with unfulfilled desire.

Alexander helped me gather my discarded bikini pieces from the sand, his fingers lingering on mine as he handed me the red top.

I wrapped the sheer cover–up around my waist while he brushed sand from the towels.

He slung the towels over his shoulder, water droplets still clinging to his chest and abs. My mouth went dry looking at him.

We walked barefoot across the warm sand toward the mansion, the grains soft between my toes.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, glancing back at the ocean.

“You are, Alexander replied, making me roll my eyes despite the flush creeping up my neck.

Inside the mansion, the cool air raised goosebumps on my sun–warmed skin.

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Chapter 276

I headed straight for the kitchen, suddenly aware of how thirsty I was after our activities on the beach. The fenster and on had left my throat parched,

I opened the massive refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water, tossing one to Alexander

He caught it effortlessly, twisting the cap off and downing half the bottle in one long swallow. His throat worked as he drank. and I found myself staring again.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said without lowering the bottle.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to lick every drop of water off my chest?

“Presumptuous.”

“Accurate. He set the empty bottle on the counter, his eyes dark. “Come here?

I took a long drink of my own water first, making him wait. When I finally moved closer, he pulled me against him, still damp from the ocean.

“Hungry?” he asked, his hands settling on my hips.

“Starving, actually.”

He kissed my shoulder, teeth grazing skin. “Food first. Then I’m taking you to that bedroom and keeping you there for hours.”

“Big promises.”

“I deliver.” His mouth traveled up my neck. “Always.”

I pushed at his chest, laughing. “Food. Now. Before I pass out.”

We settled on the sofa, and I grabbed a mango. The skin was smooth under my fingers, slightly warm from sitting out. I found a knife in the kitchen and brought it back, settling into the cushions.

Alexander sprawled beside me, his arm draped across the back of the sofa, watching as I cut into the fruit. The blade sliced through easily, revealing golden flesh that smelled sweet and ripe.

Juice dripped down my fingers as I brought a piece to my mouth. The flavor burst across my tongue, sweet and almost tropical perfection. I moaned around the bite.

“Christ,” Alexander muttered, his eyes tracking the movement of my lips.

“Want some?” I held out a piece.

“Yeah.”

I brought the mango to his mouth, juice running down my palm. His lips closed around my fingers, tongue licking the sticky sweetness before taking the fruit. He chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Good?” I asked, my voice breathier than intended.

“Delicious.” He caught my wrist, bringing my fingers back to his mouth. His tongue traced each one, licking away the juice.

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Chapter 276

Heat pooled between my legs. “Alex…”

“You’re dripping everywhere. His thumb wiped at a drop running down my chin. Then he brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking it clean.

I cut another piece, bringing it to my own lips. Juice ran down my chin as I bit into it, the fruit almost obscenely juicy. Before I could wipe it away, Alexander leaned in, his tongue tracing the path of the droplet.

“Tastes better on you,” he murmured against my skin.

I offered him another bite. This time, when he took it, his teeth grazed my fingers, making me gasp. The fruit was forgotten as his mouth moved to my wrist, kissing and sucking.

“This isn’t eating,” I protested weakly.

“It’s foreplay.” He took the knife and the mango from my hands and set them aside. “Much more important.”

His mouth found mine, tasting like mango and salt water and pure Alexander. I kissed him back hard, my hands tangling in his still damp hair.

He pulled me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his. The thin cover–up did nothing to hide how hard he was beneath me. I ground down against him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

I reached for the mango again, bringing a piece to my lips. Juice ran down my chin, dripping onto my chest. Alexander’s eyes darkened, tracking the path.

“Messy,” he said, his voice rough

“Then clean me up.

His head dipped, tongue following the trail of juice down my throat. I arched back, giving him better access. His teeth scraped my collarbone, making me whimper.

“More,” I demanded.

I took another bite, deliberately letting juice drip down my neck and between my breasts. Alexander groaned, his mouth chasing every drop. His tongue was hot against my skin, tasting the sweetness mixed with salt from the ocean.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he accused, his hands sliding up my ribs.

“Maybe.”