Page 47 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say my name like this for so long,” he says. “Knew you’d sound so pretty begging for me. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? And the best part is… you’re all mine.”
I nod mindlessly, my hips jolting against his hand as I ride his fingers. “Yours,” I promise. “Yours.”
It’s impossibly intense, and I’m not stupid enough to think that it’s only because I haven’t gotten laid in a while.
It’s because it’s Nick.
On top of me,insideme, kissing me while he murmurs patronizing affection right into my mouth. He’s all-consuming, wrapping me up in the very fabric of his being as he works me open on his fingers. A third finger slides inside of me, and I wail, clutching at his broad shoulders and babbling out incoherent pleas for more. He doesn’t stop until he can fit his pinky in too, the widest part of his palm stretching me so far it feels like I’ll break.
Just as the pleasure starts to become unbearable, an orgasm creeps in around the edges of my consciousness, and he stops.His free hand falls over my throat, keeping me pinned in place as he slides his fingers free of my aching core, making sure I hear the filthy sound of my excitement.
I sob at the emptiness, looking up at him in betrayal.
“Oh, poor thing,” he croons, a wicked grin on his face as he pulls back. “You’ll survive, Princess. You’re going to come on my cock.”
I shake where I lie as he steps away, my body so overstimulated and still wanting more. He watches me like a hawk as he makes quick work of his clothes, shrugging his jacket carelessly onto the floor before he begins plucking at the buttons of his shirt.
My mouth waters at the expanse of his muscled chest being exposed inch by inch, a light dusting of dark hair between his pecs. It thins down into a dark trail that meets the hem of his slacks.
I’ve never wanted to worship someone before in my life, but fuck if he doesn’t look like a god.
It only gets better as he tugs at his belt, the movements so simple and yet so erotic when combined with the fact that he’s shirtless and staring at me like he wants to eat me alive. The belt slides free with a hiss of leather against fabric, and my mind flits back to the sound of that man getting hit with a riding crop earlier. What would the snap of his belt feel like against my ass? How long would the marks last?
My thoughts are interrupted when he thumbs open the button of his slacks and pulls down his fly, baring the massive bulge in his boxers. I swallow heavily as I watch him push his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, stepping free of his shoes and socks as well.
He’shuge. The kind of huge I didn’t think existed outside of carefully angled pornos, framed by a neat thatch of dark hair. It hangs down against his thigh even when he’s hard, too big to stay up against his stomach under its own weight. My heart skips several beats when I realize that’s going to beinsideof me.
Suddenly, the fingers he fucked me open with don’t seem like enough.
He grins at me like he knows exactly what’s going through my mind, but doesn’t give me time to say anything before he grabs me by my hips and yanks me to the edge of the bed. His mouth crashes into mine, violent and demanding, as he strips my dress off along with my panties. The cool air hits my naked skin, causing a shiver to rush over me, but it’s nothing compared to the tremble that rushes through me when he steps back again, both of us naked and out of breath.
“Hands and knees,” he instructs, just as authoritative as he is in the boardroom, only now all of that attention is focused solely on watching me get into position for him.
I scramble to flip over on my stomach, raising my hips toward him and arching my back in an appealing curve. He makes a dark, approving little sound, but his hand crashes down on my ass in a sharp spank. I jolt, exhaling heavily as he rounds the bed to kneel in front of me.
“Face the mirror, Miss Morgan,” he instructs, nodding his chin over my shoulder. “You’ve got a show to put on.”
My breath catches in my lungs at the reminder, and I glance behind me to see our reflections staring back at me. There’s no way to know who’s on the other side, if anyone is at all.
I feel my pussy clench in desire at the thought of someone seeing me like this.
Fuck.
I spin to face the mirror, watching the way Nick’s eyes travel over my body as I do. His hands fall onto my waist as he pulls me further back, pushing me exactly where he wants me. I shiver at the sight of it.
He looks so muchbiggerthan me, his chest a broad wall of muscle and his hands nearly meeting around my waist. His hair is dark in contrast to the chestnut brown of my own, and he looks powerful. Strong. In control.
He slides one hand up from my waist to fist in my hair, meeting my eyes in the mirror as he tugs me up far enough to scrape his teeth over my jugular again.
I whine at the sensation, my eyes rolling back in my head when I feel the blunt head of his cock resting against my pussy. He’s going to tear me in half, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.
“Say please,” he whispers into my ear, holding me still by the hand in my hair.
“Please,” I whimper.
A breathless laugh falls from his lips as he presses a kiss to my cheek before dropping me back down to the bed. I manage to catch myself on my hands just as he takes hold of my waist.
He thrusts deep with one brutal, unwavering roll of his hips, and before I have a chance to take a breath, my orgasm slams into me. It comes out of nowhere, white-hot pleasure searing up my spine when he bottoms out. All I can do is shout asmy whole body tenses up. Nick grunts, his hips jerking forward instinctively as my pussy flutters around him.
