Page 58 of Mr. Hotshot CEO
When I’m alone, one is always enough. But with him, it’s just the beginning.
He kisses his way up my body, over my stomach, taking my left nipple into his mouth and then my right, until he gets to my mouth.
“You’re perfect,” he says simply.
My body tingles with anticipation as he reaches inside the bedside table and produces a condom. He sits up to roll it on.
“How would you like it?” he asks. “Do you want to be on top?”
I shake my head. I don’t want to be the one in control of the rhythm. I want to surrender to whatever he wants to give me.
“You on top,” I say.
He settles himself above me and rubs his sheathed cock over my folds. When he starts to push inside, I inhale sharply. It’s been a while, and he’s thicker than the men I’ve been with before.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I know you can take me.”
He pushes the rest of the way inside but doesn’t start thrusting yet. Instead, he keeps his hips still while he kisses my neck and shoulders. I’m not used to having something so large inside me but, God, it feels good. It feels right.
Slowly, he starts to move, and I wrap my legs around his waist and tighten my hold on him. Julian will keep me safe.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
We move together at a slow but steady pace, and each time he pushes inside me, it feels like he’s making me whole. I wrap my arms around his powerful back muscles and keep his skin pressed against mine.
“You feel amazing,” he says with wonder.
“You’re amazing, too,” I whisper.
Nothing can compare to this.
How did I go without it for so long?
He picks up his pace, and I start climbing toward another orgasm. His cock inside me—that’s all I need to come. I tip over the edge and cry out. “Oh, oh, oh.”
Julian is right behind me, groaning as he reaches his climax.
As I come down from the height of my pleasure, I feel like I’m falling. He pulls out of me, but he’s still got me, holding me close and burying his face in my shoulder.
A few minutes later, he goes to the washroom and disposes of the condom, but then he’s next to me, pulling me against him, both of us still slick with sweat, both of us still naked.
I feel giddy and my body is mush. “We should do that again sometime.”
He chuckles in my ear. “We will.” He brushes my hair back and presses a kiss behind my ear. “If there’s anything you want, you just tell me. If you want to scream, please feel free to do so.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t hold myself back with you.” I mean for it to sound playful, but my tone isn’t right—it sounds like it’s imbued with deeper meaning.
He strokes my hair. “I hope you’re not planning to return to your room now.”
“Of course not. I hope you’re not planning to pull out that stupid report you were looking at yesterday.”
He laughs. “I’ll wait until you fall asleep before I start working.”
I swat him.
His lips slide to my neck and he kisses me before saying, “I’m at your service whenever you want. Feel free to wake me up if you need me.”
And then he falls asleep.
