Page 24 of Handling the CEO

Fuck. Me. That was something else!

But I was not a sweet, naïve girl without my own tricks.

I lower one of my hands around his built torso, gently caressing his groin over his trousers, while murmuring in his ear and scratching his chin with my nails.

“How about… you eat me up on the hood of your Range Rover? You know, as repayment for last Saturday’s blue lady balls you left me with,” I state and squeeze his hard cock.

He groans and his “Fuck me!” is far more vocal than mine. As he takes his jacket off in no time, lays it on top of his warm car then picks me up and within seconds, I stop thinking and lift my legs, put my heels on the bonnet and slowly, oh so slowly, staring straight at him, I part my knees and pull my dress up.

He watches me like a hunter in the savannah, blistering heat in his eyes, hands on the side of my ankles. His nostrils flare as he spots my yellow thong against my brown skin, the wetness probably visible.

I raise the stakes by starting to run a hand on my inner thigh, pushing my skirt up around my waist with the other and spreading my legs even more. As my fingers touch my underwear, he snaps and pounces on me.

But instead of going for my core, he hustles his tongue into my mouth again, dragging me closer to the edge of the car, and pulling my hair. His fingers descend on my back, and I hear my zipper opening, my arms being removed from the top of my dress and in no time, my garment is hunched around my middle.

“I need repayment for not seeing these tits last week,” is what Jon says as he pushes the straps of my bra down and lowers the yellow satin cups and with an ear-splitting ‘Jesus!’, then puts his mouth on one of my breasts. His tongue swivels around my hard nipple, and as I whimper loudly, I pick up a sexy rumble of male pride from him. When his hand finds my other nipple and pinches it, my back arches like a goddamn porn star.

He doesn’t stop but moves to suck and tease my other bud, and all I can do is keep him in place grasping his hair, his scent enveloping me. My moans must be ridiculous, but Jon is not only undeterred, but seems more and more spurred on with each of my wails.

Suddenly, he lowers my back on the SUV, and his fingers curl around the sides of my panties as he gently pulls them down my legs, and then I can see them flying down the halfway through his garage. The hunter is back, laser-focused on my center as he reopens my thighs himself.

“Hell, DJ, look at that pink pussy, so beautiful,” he praises as he runs his knuckle up and down my slit, barely touching me. “So pink and beautiful, bare and wet for me, just waiting for me to run my tongue all over it.”

“Oh my God, Jon, stop talking to it and lick it!”

“Shh my impatient and tumultuous skater girl. I want to savor his moment, the seconds before I taste you for the first time, before our world explodes,” he continues his torment, using the least amount of physical contact, the tip of his finger grazing my labia. His left hand replicates the movement on the peak of my nipple, the same strenuous, barely there touch, duplicating my distress.

My head rolls under these ministrations, and I try to grab for something to hold on but there is nothing but the shiny metallic warm car around me, so I settle to clutch the edge of Jon’s jacket under me as I drown in the unexpecting pleasure from the dual caress.

With my eyes closed, I only feel the wetness of his tongue over my pussy, and I cry out loud. He starts licking me in earnest, in circles similar to the ones he made with his palm on my leg earlier, then his lips suck on my mound, and I begin to shiver, my climax within reach already.

He knows how close I am as he adds a finger in my opening, curling it slightly and stroking, and still nibbling and teasing my sensitive folds. I feel a graze of his teeth on my clit which travels up my spine, increasing my moans and his manly sexy growls. His tongue swipes and swirls between my legs, savaging me.

It isn’t the second finger in my canal which unravels me, but the desire I see in him as I open my eyes, screaming his name as I come watching him feasting on me.

My lower limbs fall against the bumper as I pant through the aftershocks of my amazing orgasm. Jon’s face is sporting a well-pleased grin, as he moves himself up my body, his hands worshipping my sides, then my breasts, and then lifting me up so I can taste myself on his lips.

The kiss starts slowly but ignites as I lock my ankles behind him and drag myself to put my arms around his neck. As I grind my centre on his groin, my throbbing pussy is wetting his slacks as our tongues tangle. He is hard as steel, and I know he will not last long if I keep rubbing myself on him, but what I am feeling is too amazing to stop.

“Bed!” is all he says as he picks me up off the hood and, still ravaging my mouth, starts taking me into the main house. His grip on my bottom never falters as he takes me up a flight of stairs and into what I suppose is his bedroom, though I can’t see much of my surroundings as I am blinded by the magnificent man holding me, kneading my ass cheeks and responding to my kisses with fervor.

I get thrown on his massive bed and I scramble to take my dress off as it was still hanging around my waist. I freeze when I look at Jon’s naked chest and incredible tattoos again, still marveling at the man’s delectable form.

“Ogling me, Avril?” he asks, but he was doing the same thing, so I play into it, spreading my arms on his bed, stretching like a cat. I hear his belt buckle open as he removes his trousers and boxers, and then he hisses, fisting his thick dick, observing me. We are both fully naked now, me spread on this dark gray comforter, him looming over me, rubbing himself, watching me transfixed.

“Come here caveman,” comes out more as a gasp, filled with want, opening my legs again, showing him where he needs to be.

He reaches into one of his wooden nightstands, picks up a condom and starts rolling it on, our eyes never leaving each other.

I yelp as he grabs my ankles and drags me to him. Jon stares at my cunt like at art as he begins sliding the head of his massive shaft up and down my folds, continuing the maddening teasing he seems to enjoy torturing me with.

“I wanted to make this last—to hear you wanting me and begging me to fuck you, to plug you up with my cock, but looking at you here, at my mercy in my bed makes me just do this.” He thrusts in, filling me to the hilt.

I cry in pleasure at the fullness, bowing my back in rapture. Putting my calves on his shoulders, Jon starts to move, possessed, holding my legs up, the angle making him touch deep inside me. My tits bounce as he snaps his hips again and again.

“Jon oh my god!” I scream as he fucks me hard and fast, then lowers one of my legs and pushes against the other, changing the orientation, and plunging in me even more. I am lightheaded and feverish all over. All I sense is him moving inside me, his eyes on me lustful.

Over and over, his strokes possess me. He buries himself in my sheath repeatedly, as all I can do is enjoy the ride, shivering and moaning.

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