Page 10 of Sexting Mr. CEO

I strip off her shirt, then turn her to face me, gazing in awe at her luscious mounds pressed together in her bra.

“Perfect,” I groan, sliding my hands to her hips as I bring my lips closer to hers.

She gasps when we kiss. It’s like all her pleasure has been building for a long time. Every reading session, she’s been dreaming of this: making her fantasies come true. Being the one who makes her fantasies a reality means I’m the luckiest man alive.

We kiss, our tongues clashing heatedly. I glide my hand up her body, hungrily massaging her breast. When I slip my hand into her bra and find her needy nipple, she touches my wrist, leans back.

“Luke, you need to know…”

“Don’t get shy on me now, Sparkplug.”

She moans. “I haven’t got much experience.”

“Are you a vir?—”

“No, not a virgin,” she cuts in. “But I’ve only had a couple of experiences… they were quick and awkward and not very fun. And it’s been years.” She laughs shakily. “So not a virgin, but I might as well be one.”

“Then I’ll take it slow,” I whisper, peppering her lips with kisses again. I move to her neck, kissing down toward her breasts. “I’ll suck and own your perfect nipples, make your body tingle all over, before I even touch you where you need me most. Hmm, Sparkplug? How does that sound?”

“Ah, ah,” she whimpers when I unclip her bra and push her tits together.

I take a moment to stare with appreciation at her curves, the size of her, the beauty. Then I take one of her nipples in my mouth while massaging her other breast. She slides her hand through my hair, making a gorgeous gasping noise.

“What we do together, Sparkplug, it’ll be better than any half-baked experiences you’ve ever had before,” I say, kissing her luscious mounds. “We’ll roleplay any scene from any book you want. I’ll be the hero you need.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers as I glide my hand up her thigh.

“I’ll make you come over and over…”

“Luh-Luke,” she moans when I push my hand down on her heat through her pants.

I guide her to the bed. She falls back and I move atop her, sucking on her nipples, loving how I can read her lust through the shudders in her body. Her breaths grow ragged when I rub my hand up and down her crotch over her pants, lavishing her with attention.

“I love your tits,” I growl. “So big, so curvy, so perfect.”

“It feels… so… good,” she moans.

“You feel perfect,” I groan. “Every inch of you.”

“Kiss me again,” she says breathlessly.

I kiss up her neck, find her lips. She grips my face and kisses me heatedly. I rub her pussy, pushing the heel of my palm against her clit through the fabric of her clothes.

Soon, I can’t take it anymore. I can feel her heat even through her pants, but I need to feel her wetness, too. I need to feel how badly she wants, needs this. I want to experience her lust, the fantasies she eagerly wants to bring to life.

“I need to taste you,” I whisper between kisses.

“Taste me?”

“Don’t act innocent, Sparkplug. I need to taste your pussy. To kiss your hungry clit. I need to make you shiver all over as the orgasm builds inside of you and pushes you over the edge. I need to own your perfect body.Ownyou, Sera.” I need to cement our connection, emotionally and physically.

“Yes,” she murmurs, nodding. “Oh, fuck, yes?—”

When my cellphone rings, I think about ignoring it. But it’s my work phone, and that can only mean there’s a problem. My team doesn’t call unless they absolutely need me.

“It’s okay,” Sera says, reading my hesitation.

“It’s not,” I tell her, sitting up. “But it’s unavoidable. Dammit.”

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