Page 44 of The CEO's Revenge

Slowly, he withdrew and I felt our combined juices sliding down the insides of my thighs. Turning me around, he hoisted me into his arms once more, and walked into the bedroom where he threw me into the center of the bed. For a couple of seconds, he did nothing, just watched me bounce on the bed through heavy-lidded eyes, his expression slightly cruel. Feeling naked and vulnerable I pulled the sheet over my body, but he reached out and ripped the sheet away. Then he undressed quickly. His cock was hard and pulsating angrily.

I knew it took a good two ejaculations before he was satisfied.

Wordlessly, I took the enormous shaft into my mouth. God, it had been so long. I could taste myself on him. I sucked him deep into my throat and a deep growl came from his throat as his hand came to fist my hair. A long, long time ago he taught me how to deep-throat him, but today I wanted something different.

“Fuck my mouth,” I whispered.

And he did. For some reason it was exactly what I wanted. Maybe I wanted to be punished for my deception. For not telling him what I had agreed with Robert. He came deep in my throat and I continued to suck him until he finally pulled out of me.

Gently, like a cat, I licked his semi-hard shaft. I did it assiduously until he was as hard as rock once more.

Then I fell back on the bed and opened my legs wide. He captured my hands between one of his and held them above my head. I pressed my body up to meet his as he slipped his cock inside me. Our bodies picked up the rhythm of our tongues and we were soon moving in synchronization. I could not stifle the moans which rose up from within me as he twisted and turned his hips, knowing exactly which angle would bring me the greatest pleasure.

He brought me to a shaking climax before I felt his thrusts become harder and faster. I held him tightly as I felt him swell within me for the second time that night.

Sweat poured off our bodies as we lay entwined in each other’s arms. I felt him shift his weight off me. Against my will, I felt my eyes begin to close. That was how it had always been with Max. I knew, though, that even if I slept, it could not be for long.

I allowed my eyes to close.

Hours later I woke up. The room was dark and I could feel the heat of Max’s body beside me. I lay still for a few moments, making sure that he was fast asleep. Then slowly I moved out of his embrace, checking to make sure he was not disturbed.

When I was finally free, I moved quietly to the living room. As if drawn to a magnet I walked towards the paper that had fallen to the floor earlier. I picked it up. I was not wrong. Robert’s name was on it. It was dated Monday. I felt so incredibly sad, I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry as I read through the document.

Robert was right! My instinct about Robert was wrong. He was not the bad guy. It was Max who was the bad guy. It was always him. Here was the written proof that Max was trying to destroy Robert. Here was the next client of Robert’s that Max was targeting.

I put the paper back on the floor and when the hallway light came on, my heart almost flew out of my mouth when I looked up and saw Max standing at the doorway of the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly.

“I… I.” I had to think fast. I picked up the paper and put it on the counter. “I was thirsty. I came for a drink of water.”

“Okay.”

I turned to walk back to the bedroom.

Just as I brushed past him, he reached out and buried a hand in my hair. He turned me to face him, looking into my eyes.

“I thought you were thirsty.”

My whole face burned with embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s right. You… distracted me.”

His face was expressionless. “Here, let me get a glass for you.”

I waited while he got a drink of cool water from the refrigerator and returned with the glass.

“Thanks,” I murmured.

He watched as I drank half of it.

“That’ll do now,” I said awkwardly.

“Sure?” he asked softly.

“Yeah.”

He took the glass from my unresisting hand and placed it on the counter. Then he scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom.

“Want another blowjob?” I asked softly.

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