The Ceo And Me! - Chapter 251
She got out of her clothes as fast as she could.
Untied the knot of the fancy tie hastily, unbuttoned the buttons of her blue shirt, kicked away her heels and moved forward.
He saw her. Seeing her a smile curled upon his face. It had been a while since he saw her this excited.
She let the skirt fall down her waist, with black stockings still covering her legs, when she saw him, she ran up to him and jumped over him.
He was quick to hold her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and both leaned forward, joining their lips together.
He deepened the kiss, she pulled onto his hair, he squeezed her butt cheeks making her moan out inside his hot mouth.
She was liking his hands working up and down her heated body. Their fight over taking over the kiss…to dominate one another was at its peak.
Her hands slid down to get his shirt off. He did not let go from caressing her bum. She started unbuttoning his buttons and later ended tearing it all in one go.
That made him pull out off and look down at his torn shirt and back into her mischievous eyes.
A loud laughter broke out from him and so did from her. He could not believe she did that when he should have done that in the other way around.
He walked them to the sofa and put her on the sofa. She very chastily waited for him to peel the torn shirt off from his lustrous body.
She eyed him with so much lust and so did his eyes were trained on form. He unzipped his pants and that was the cue for her to get her t-shirt off and followed by her push up bra.
And within seconds, he pushed her onto the sofa, and she obliged without a fight at all.
His lips kissed each of her nipples, turning harder than they were ever. She wanted more of his mouth as she pushed her breasts more in his direction…impatiently wanting more of what he was giving.
Her actions only ignited him more to do more, give more. He sucked harder, turning her rosy nipples red from his ministration.
His hands sipped down and she willingly spread her legs apart. He started rubbing her wet pussy from atop of her panty and stocking.
His lips littered kisses all over her chest, her neck, her clavicle as he furiously began to rub her covered cunt, making her feel more hotter than ever.
He had to draw away to get those damn black stockings off from her slender legs, together with the panty. It was a wet mess by then.
He licked onto her toes as he pulled the stockings off. She bit her lips as his tongue tickled her feet. Their eyes interlocked all this while.
Soon she was laying naked and thighs spread for him. He got rid of his boxers and did not waste another second, as he dived inside her heat…his version of heaven.
Both gasped at the contact, the magical sensation, the friction. She leaned forward, cupping his face in between her palms, pulled his lips for a kiss.
She never got enough of him kissing, neither did he. He started moving inside of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
As time passed, his movements got faster and she could not help but look down at how good they connected.
He followed her gaze and could not help but feel the same way. He parted her pussy lips with his forefinger and thumb to have a clear view of it and it was enough for her to convulse as she reached her high.
It was always so otherworldly to watch her come. Her eyes would rotate around her socket, her thighs would shake…as if her soul had left her body for the moment.
And it booster his ego, knowing he did that to her, he could not get enough of wanting to make her feel the euphoria over and over again.
He would stop moving, giving her a moment or two to return from her high and get back to normal.
Her pussy would get so wet that it become so hard not to slip out of her core when he would try to ram in faster than before.
His manhood would feel overcoming all over him and it would calm him down…the very feel of it. It was better than his orgasm. But the best was yet to come.
She would open her eyes and the very first thing she would see was him…and her face would curve into a smile.
Being connected, she would rose up from laying on the sofa. Holding his face, she would kiss him hard and see, letting him know how much she liked it…how much she liked what they were doing.
She would get over him, wrapping her legs around his waist. The position would change, he would lay on the sofa and she would sit upon, with legs dangling from either side of the sofa.
Her hands would be resting upon his chest. His taut muscular body gave her chills, which would make her want to devour him all by herself.
She would lean down to drop kisses from the underside of his ear, going down to the length of his neck.
She would make sure to draw blood with her lips, giving him what they call it a breaking love bite…she loved them on him.
Her signs of him marking him as her. Her imprint on his body, letting another know that he was taken, not available for anyone else on this earth…but her, just her.
And he would proudly wear her marks, without a protest, without a sign of struggle. It did not make him seem any less king on the bed, just as much she was his Queen.
A Queen marking her King!
Sounded sexy as hell and it made him more harder for her so did her. Her pussy would clasp around him, sometimes he felt breathless but he was not complaining at all.
She would lick his erect nipples and pull them in between her teeth, trying to get a reaction out of him and when he would return her the favour by pinching on hers, she would pull away, rubbing herself over him.
He knew that it was her way of torturing him…for not coming sooner, for leaving her. More so, it was a way to prolong their lovemaking session and he was not offended at all.
She would kiss each one of his abs, licking them as she would go further down. He would hold her hair in a tight hold so that she could do a good job on him.
Still connected, she would take her sweet time worshipping his green God like the body just like he always does.
He would raise his hips up a bit letting her know that he wanted her to move, her heat, her tightness was killing him.
She would kiss her way back up to his face and onto her lips. His hands would hold her hips and then she would lift her body up a bit, getting ready for another ride.
His movements would not be as fast they had been. He would only very slowly pull out and push back inside.
Their eyes still interlocked as each knock would slightly lift her body up and her parted lips would soon call out his name…anytime from then once he would start ramming his way inside of her.
She would peel his hold from her butt and then clasp it on top of his head. He liked it whenever she decided to take over…take control of everything.
It only showcased of how much she was into it. How much she loved their moments together and it was very important.
She would lift up a bit and fall down onto him. The sound of skin slapping, the squeaky noise as her liquid would sip out, rolling down his length, still hard and pulsating inside her.
She would repeat her movements, moving to and fro. They would see smoke around them as soon she would ride him up and down as if her life depended on it.
Her wavy hairs move, just the way she would move up and down as fast she could. Their eyes still peeking into each other.
The rest of the world would go frozen around them as they would be lost into each other’s arms…the warmth and heat radiating from each other’s bodies would shoo any kind of coldness from reaching out to them.
She would apply pressure onto his chest as she would try to increase her speed and her mouth would make that ‘o ‘ shape and he knew she was close and so was he…
And then they would explode into each other.
So what if, their relationship was behind closed doors, it was still as real as the ones out…yet could only be more passionate!
“I love you!” She mouthed.
“I love you too!” He kissed her lips.
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