The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 183

“Is that good, baby?” He growls into my ear, breathless and hot. His voice doing as much to me as his hands and I tremble under his power.

“Uh, mmmmm huh.” I moan, equally breathless as he slowly tortures me with his fingers, his other hand skillfully teasing my nipple. I’m so wet I can feel it throbbing and sliding effortlessly. My hands braced on the building, which is scratching slightly under my smooth palms, unable to do anything except surrender to him with legs wide apart. His hard body molded to mine while those wicked hands pleasure me deeply.

“You want to cum like this?” He pushes against me again, showing me how turned on he is. His strong naked torso against my own naked skin, that in itself causing a wave of sensation. I’m so lost to him it’s pathetic.

“Mmmm, hmmmmm.” Is the only answer I can give, unable to talk as I move back against him, the building pleasure soaring through me, making my body tingle and nipples ache. He continues to probe and slide into me, feeling me start to tighten around him, his kisses tracing my neck and shoulders slowly and seductively. I moan and writhe as I start to climb, the orgasm merely seconds away and my legs trembling with the threat of giving out completely. I breathe harder, my moaning pitching as it comes closer and closer to the almost brink, the internal building and tingles coursing through me, legs turning to Jell-O and insides tingling in anticipation, my whole body heating and vibrating.

“Pity we made that little deal then huh?” His voice changes like night from day and his hand pulls out of me fast, letting me go to sag against the building in outrage. All sensations cutting off like being dunked in ice water in a flash. It takes a moment to recover from the ecstasy of what he was doing, and I turn on him, faced with smugness and complete control on his face. He looks like the cat who got the cream. I stare in open-mouthed disbelief.

“Denying a woman an orgasm when she’s as close to it as you, baby, is almost torture.” He grins, leaning out to yank up my bikini to cover my breasts and turns to walk away while adjusting himself in his shorts. “I recommend a change of outfit, Emma, you’re not really concealing how much you want to be fucked right now.” With a wink he adjusts this manhood once more and walks off toward the house without a backward glance.

I erupt into a violent spew of curse words and anger, turning the air blue; if I had something to throw at him then I would. Unable to control the internal wave of anger and sexual frustration and just letting rip with no cares as to who can hear me.

He’s right in a way he didn’t even mean. Stopping when I was so close to the brink makes me crazy mad and I storm after him yanking his arm, so he faces me.

“What the fuck?” I yell at him, concealed by palm trees from the pool so no one can see us. I don’t even care if they can hear us right now, I’m that pissed off.