Page 85 of Taming the CEO

"I'm on the pill. I’m healthy."

She licked her lips and kept pressing her palm on my crown. I rolled her around without any warning.

"Lean over the headrest," I said.

I nearly exploded when she bent at the waist, pushing her ass up in the air. She was delicious, with her round, perky backside and those high heels. The lace around her thighs made me hot. I wanted her to climax once before I slid inside.

But I no longer had the self-restraint, so I positioned the tip of my cock against her clit and started nudging it gently. At the same time, I kissed the back of her neck. She squeezed the headrest so damn tight that I was certain she was going to leave marks on it. I relished the thought—I wanted her to leave her mark on this house so I could still feel her presence here after she left.

She started to shudder; I felt it under my lips and through the hand I'd placed on her waist. She climaxed even faster than I thought possible. One second, she was whispering my name, pleading. She was fucking begging. The next one, she cried out loud and started thrashing around, and I needed both hands to hold her.

I couldn't wait until she rode out her orgasm. When I knew she was ready, I slid in completely in a matter of seconds, nearly losing my balance when pleasure so intense that I didn't even have time to brace myself coursed through me.

This woman is mine. The thought was on repeat in my mind as I thrust in again and again. I couldn't pace myself. She was squeezing me so damn good.

"Fucking hell!" I exclaimed.

Her thighs were still shaking. I needed to support her better. I liked that she was still wearing her heels because it put her at the perfect angle. Clasping my fingers around one of her wrists, I took her hand off the armrest, then repeated the motion with the other one.

“Maddox,” she protested.

“Just lean back against me. I got you, babe."

As she did, I lowered my knees until I was at exactly the level I wanted, then moved inside her ferociously. With one hand, I sustained her, splaying my fingers wide on her waist. With the other, I kept circling her clit.

She was already tight around me, but when her inner muscles began to clench, it was more than I could bear. I was going to climax any second now, but I focused on her: the way her stomach tightened, the way her head dropped onto my chest and lolled sideways, as if she was losing control of herself. She went over the edge the next second, crying out my name. I went over with her, and it was fucking glorious.

We headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up quickly. Once we were out of the shower, she started dancing in front of the sink.

"You've got a lot of energy," I said.

She nodded. "Yeah, though I'm not even sure why."

"Want me to make you that drink?" I offered.

"Yes, please. And then... we can do whatever you want."

I kissed her shoulder, then I moved to her neck. "Dangerous words to say around here."

She giggled. "I know. And I mean every single one of them."

I liked seeing her so happy and relaxed.

We went to the bar section of the living room, wearing nothing but towels. She jumped up on the counter, and her towel came undone.

"Whoops," she said, tying it back up.

"I like it better down."

She wiggled her eyebrows and put one thumb between her breasts, tugging at the towel. It fell to her waist, and I sucked in my breath. It was one thing to see her naked when the towel accidentally dropped, but this was different. Even more seductive.

I swallowed hard. "What do you want to drink?"

"Surprise me. Told you I'm up for anything."

I turned around, considering all the things I had there. "You like vodka? I make a mean Moscow mule. I learned it at Gabe's bar."

"Sure. How often do you go there?"

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