The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 58

CHAPTER 39: ADDICTED TO YOU–1

EMBER’S POV

He stands slowly, letting me watch as he strips off his shirt.

His chest is magnificent in the otherworldly light, all hard muscle and tattoos I want to trace with my tongue.

He works his belt open, his zipper, pushes his pants down just enough to free his c**k.

It’s thick and hard and already leaking for me.

He strokes himself once, twice, spreading the precum down his shaft, and my mouth waters.

“See what you do to me?” he asks, his voice rough. “How hard I am for you?”

He steps between my spread thighs, drags the head of his c**k through my folds, coating himself in my arousal. The slide is slippery, obscene, and we both groan.

He slaps his c**k against my clit once, twice, three times–hard, wet smacks that make me jolt and

whimper.

“Beg for it,” he demands.

“Please,” I gasp. “Please, Knox, I need you inside me.”

“Need what inside you?”

“Your c**k,” I whine, beyond shame. “I need your c**k filling me up.”

He lines up and slams home in one brutal thrust.

The stretch is blinding. He’s so thick, so deep, I feel him everywhere. My p***y clamps down around him like it’s trying to keep him forever.

“Fuck,” he snarls, staying buried deep for a moment, letting me adjust. “So tight. So perfect, Feel how deep

r I am?”

He pulls out slow, and we both watch in the glass reflection above us–watch his c**k emerge coated in my cream, watch how my p***y clings to him like it doesn’t want to let go.

Then he slams back in so hard the platform scrapes across the floor.

“Look at the mess you’re making on my c**k,” he growls, setting a punishing rhythm. “You’re drenched and still begging for more.”

His hips snap, balls slapping against me with every thrust.

One hand fists my hair, yanks my head back so I can see us better in the reflection–my breasts bouncing, his abs flexing with each thrust, his c**k disappearing into me over and over, coated in my slick.

CHAPTER 5

“See that?” he growls, teeth scraping my throat. “See how perfectly you take me? This cunt was made for ne Maile to be fucked under the stars.”

He releases my hair, grabs my hips with both hands, and really starts pounding into me.

The angle is perfect, hitting that spot inside me with every thrust that makes my vision blur.

“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Play with those pretty tee while I fuck you.”

I do, palming my breasts, pinching my n*****s, and he groans watching ine.

“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps. “Love watching you fall apart on my cock.”

He shifts angles slightly, hits that spot inside me that makes me see white, and I scream, nails raking

down his back hard enough to draw blood.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Mark me. Show everyone who I belong to.”

The pleasure is building, coiling tight in my belly, and I’m so close, so desperately close-

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