The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Ryan) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Olivia

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Alexander set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me forward. In the mirror, I could see the concentration on his face, the way his muscles flexed with each movement. His eyes were locked on where our bodies joined, watching his cock disappear into me over and over.

“Look at that,” he said, following my gaze to the mirror. “Look how well you take me.”

One hand slid from my hip to between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. The other moved up to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back.

“You feel so good,” he growled in my ear. “So fucking good around my cock.”

I loved hearing him talk like this, so different from his usual controlled demeanor.

“Harder.” I begged, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Please, Alex, harder.”

Alexander obliged, his hips snapping against mine with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps.

“You want it harder?” he panted. “You want me to fuck this pretty pussy harder?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “God, yes.”

He released my hair to grip both my hips, using the leverage to pound into me even more forcefully. The angle changed slightly, allowing him to hit a spot deep inside that had me seeing stars.

“There!” I cried out. “Right there!”

Alexander kept his aim precise, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust while his fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit. I was climbing rapidly toward a second orgasm, my inner walls clenching around him.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained..

My second orgasm crashed through me with such intensity that my knees buckled.

Alexander’s arm snaked around my waist, holding me up as his hips continued their relentless pounding.

“I’ve got you,” he growled in my ear, his pace never faltering. “Fuck, your pussy gets so tight when you come.”

I could only moan in response, my brain short–circuiting from the overwhelming pleasure. Alexander’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck.

“Where do you want it?” he demanded, his voice strained. “Tell me where you want my cum.”

“Inside,” I gasped, surprising myself with how desperately I wanted it. “Inside me, Alex, please.”

With a guttural roar, Alexander slammed into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he came. His body covered mine, pinning me against the dresser as the aftershocks of our orgasms rippled through us both.

For several moments, the only sound in the suite was our ragged breathing. Alexander’s forehead rested against my shoulder, his hot breath tickling my skin. When he finally pulled out, I felt a trickle of warmth between my thighs.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, stepping back to admire the mess we’d made. “Look at you.”

I caught my reflection in the mirror: hair wild, lips swollen, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His release leaked down

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my thighs in a way that should have been embarrassing but was somehow primal and satisfying.

“I look thoroughly fucked.” I admitted, trying to steady my breathing.

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“That’s because you were.” He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to my shoulder. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up?

In the enormous marble bathroom, Alexander started the shower and adjusted the temperature before guiding me inside. The hot water felt heavenly on my sex–sore muscles.

“You’re going to feel that tomorrow,” he commented, watching me wince slightly as I moved.

“Worth it.” I replied, letting the water cascade over my head.

Alexander stepped in behind me, his hands immediately going to my shoulders to massage the tension from them. “Definitely worth it.”

We washed each other slowly, the urgency gone, replaced by a comfortable intimacy that felt both new and familiar. By the time we finished, exhaustion had fully set in.

“I don’t think I can move,” I confessed as Alexander wrapped me in a plush towel.

“Then don’t.” In one smooth motion, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. “Sleep. We’ve had a long day.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt myself drifting off, vaguely aware of Alexander sliding in beside me and pulling me against his chest.

“Goodnight, Liv,” he murmured against my hair.

“Night, Alex,” I mumbled, already half asleep.

I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of coffee. Alexander sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in a charcoal suit, holding a steaming mug.

“Morning,” he said, offering the coffee. “How are you feeling?”

I sat up, wincing slightly at the delicious soreness between my legs. “Like I was thoroughly ravished by a sex–crazed CEO.”

“Mission accomplished, then.” He smirked, looking far too pleased with himself.

“What time is it?” I asked, gratefully accepting the coffee.

“Just after eight. I have meetings starting at nine. I should be done by three. Thought we could go to the Tower of London afterward, like you wanted.”

“Sounds perfect.” I took a sip of the coffee, sighing with pleasure. “What am I supposed to do until then? I feel like I should be working.”

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