Page 97 of The CEO

“God, Damien,” I manage to gasp as pleasure coils tight in my belly. “Just like that . . . don’t stop.”

He hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. “I love how responsive you are,” he murmurs without lifting his head. “How wet you get for me, how easily your body surrenders. You’re my little toy, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” I pant, rolling my hips against his mouth as tension builds. “Only ever you.”

His fingers join his mouth, stretching and filling me as his tongue works mercilessly against my clit, a combination that has me seeing stars. Just as I’m about to topple over the edge, he pulls back, leaving me trembling and desperate.

“Not yet,” he says, rising to his feet with fluid grace. “I want to be inside you when you come.” In one swift movement, he lifts me again, turning to press me against the door. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him hard and ready against my entrance.

“Look at me,” he demands, one hand coming up to cradle my jaw. “I want to see your eyes when I take you.”

I meet his gaze. “Take me, then.”

He enters me with a single thrust, his size stretching me completely in a way that still surprises me no matter how many times we’ve done this. The sensation is exquisite, like every nerve ending in my body is primed for what’s about to come next. My head falls back against the wood as my pleasure builds, his rhythm perfectly calibrated to bring me to the edge.

“That’s it,” he encourages, voice rough with restraint. “Take what you need, Eve.”

“More,” I demand, nails digging into his shoulders as I move against him. “Harder.”

He complies, and his pace increases as his control begins to fracture. “You feel so fucking perfect,” he groans, forehead pressing against mine as we breathe the same air. “Made for me.”

The intensity builds between us, pleasure spiraling tighter with each thrust. I can feel myself teetering on the edge, every muscle in my body straining toward release.

“Damien,” I gasp, my voice breaking on his name. “I’m close . . . so close . . .”

“Come for me,” he commands, his thumb finding my clit. “Now, Eve.”

My body obeys instantly, pleasure exploding outward from my core in waves that leave me crying out his name. He works me through it, his rhythm never faltering as I shudder against him. Before I’ve fully recovered, he carries me to the bed, laying me across the sheets with surprising gentleness given the hunger still evident in his eyes.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” He positions himself above me. “I want to taste your pleasure again.” He moves down my body with deliberate slowness, pressing open-mouthed kisses to sensitive skin, lingering at my breasts until I’m arching up, begging for more.

“Please,” I whimper as he settles between my thighs again.

“Please what?” he teases, breath hot against my sensitive flesh.

“Your mouth,” I manage, beyond pride now, consumed by need. “I need your mouth on me.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my inner thigh. “So specific. So desperate.”

“Your fault,” I gasp as he finally gives me what I need, his tongue sliding through my slick folds. His pleasure is evident by the loud moan he emits as he does it again and again.

“Sit on my face,” he demands suddenly, pulling away to look up at me with hungry eyes. “I want to feel you come against my tongue.” I shift positions, straddling his face as his hands grip my hips, guiding me where he wants me. The first sweep of his tongue in this new position has me seeing stars, the angle allowing him deeper access.

“Oh God,” I moan, one hand bracing against the headboard as the other tangles in his hair. “That’s . . .fuck, Damien.” His grip tightens, holding me in place as his mouth works magic against my core. He brings me to the edge again before deliberately slowing, denying me with calculated cruelty.

“Don’t stop,” I plead, trying to rock against him as pressure builds unbearably. “Please don’t stop.”

He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brushing against me with each word. “Beg me properly, Eve.”

“Please,” I gasp. “Please let me come . . . I need it so badly, please.” My desperation is pathetic, but I’m beyond caring. All I want is for him to allow me to come. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he teases. “Nowthatcould be fun to exploit.” He flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, sending convulsions throughout my body. “Would you let me tie you to this bed?”

“Yes, anything just—” He sucks my clit, bringing me right to the edge, then releases it again.

“How about letting me wrap your scarf around your neck and using it for leverage while I fuck you from behind?”

I pause, looking down at him, my hand still in his hair. “Depends.” He drags his tongue slowly up my slit, darting out to flick my clit again, making me shudder. “Are you going to be rough with me?”

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