Page 8 of Sutton and the CEO Forever

Mark snorted. “That is ridiculous.”

I should have made more of a fuss or him to release me, but I was just too damn tired.

He put me on the bed, and then I heard the water running in the bath. I almost fell asleep, but Mark was back, taking off my shoes and rubbing my sore feet.

Looking down, I gasped. “What in the hell happened to my ankles?”

Mark snickered, and I glared at him.

“I think that swelling in pregnancy is normal. We can call Dr. Young in the morning.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off my hideous cankles.

“I am the ugliest woman on earth,” I wailed as Mark yanked my Abberly’s t-shirt over my head.

“Surely not the ugliest,” Mark teased. “There are billions of people on the earth, Sutton. I doubt you’d even made the top five hundred.”

I unsnapped my bra and threw it in his face. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

He smirked at me, that stupid smirk that always made my knees weak.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And those tits, fuck, Sutton, I have the wickedest thoughts about them. You have no need to worry about your ankles swelling. You are perfect.”

“My ass and my nose are spreading too,” I felt a tingling of pride. My tits really were fantastic.

Mark moved to me and cupped my ass, “Yeah, don’t think I haven’t noticed this. I spend a large part of the day hard because of your ass.”

He picked me up again and carried me into the bathroom. From there, I dropped my panties and sank into the steaming water. Mark was quick to disrobe, and I didn’t even pretend to look away as more of his sculpted frame came into sight.

“Like what you see?” he grinned.

He sank into the steamy water and pulled me back so that I was resting against his chest. I could feel his hard cock against my ass cheeks.

It felt right; being with Mark always centered me when I felt the maelstrom of life taking over.

I rubbed my ass against his cock and smiled when his hands reached around and cupped my breasts.

“I thought you were too tired,” he whispered against my ear.

“I am never too tired for you,” I replied and then turned my face to the side so that he could kiss me.

Our lips met, and he gently kissed me once, twice, three times before opening my mouth and deepening the kiss. It was liquid fire that caused my pussy to clench and my nipples to harden. He brushed his tongue against mine and pulled on my nipples, twisting and rubbing until I could hardly stand it.

I kissed him back just as hungrily. I wanted everything his kiss offered, desire, security, passion, and love. I could feel his cock pressing against me. I broke the kiss on a gasp when he lifted my hips and positioned the head of his dick at my opening.

We both groaned as he sank deep inside of my pussy. I put my hands on the side of the tub and raised and lowered my body, loving the feeling of his cock stretching me impossibly wide. Mark usually fucked me, but in this position, I was able to take the lead. I ground down against him every time I landed, only to take him harder and faster the next time.

His hands were everywhere, on my breasts and then between my thighs, rubbing frantically until my clit was hard and aching. I was on the edge of release, water splashing out of the tub as I fucked him harder and harder.

His cock was pistoning up inside of me as hard as he could, and I knew he was close when I felt his teeth bite down gently at the apex of my shoulder. The pinch, followed by his tongue sucking and licking the tender spot, threw me over the edge, and I came hard.

My body contracted as I screamed his name, unable to control the high-pitched wail as my pussy milked him, pulling his release from him until he shouted, and I felt him filling me.

It was glorious.

It was also very messy. Looking around, I saw more water on the floor than there was in the tub.

“Let’s get you into bed,” Mark said as he softly kissed my neck. “I’ll clean up the water.”

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