Page 9 of Bound to the CEO

I want nothing more than to live between her thighs, to eat her up every minute of every day for the rest of my life. It’s impractical, I know, but never before have I known such an addiction. Though we’re supposed to take our time, getting to know each other before I claim her, I’m already smitten.

It’s more than just her taste. It’s everything about her. The soft sighs. The way her fingers flutter through my hair as she hesitates between pushing me away and drawing me closer. It’s the restraint I feel in her quivering legs, that part inside of her that just doesn’t want to or can’t let go.

But she will let go. For me, she will fall apart and beg for more. Before tonight is through, she will wear my mark on her shoulder. Now that I have her, I cannot fathom letting her leave.

Gripping her hips, I hold her still as I slide the tip of my tongue through her lower lips, letting her arousal coat my face. But it’s not enough. Keeping my frosted fingers away from her entrance, I use my thumbs to spread her wide, running them between her inner and outer lips.

Her body ripples beneath me, her hips bucking into my face. She’s a glorious display with her skirt hiked up around her and her shirt and hair all disheveled. I will never tire of that look.

Easing two clean fingers inside, I continue to lap at her clit, flattening my tongue so it widens, covering the entire surface. Her moans are music to my ears, but when I curl my fingers up, those soft sounds turn loud, nearly animalistic. Seems like my girl is a screamer in bed.

As much as I adore the decadent sounds, this won’t do at all. Granted, me pulling down the blinds should have given the workers some clue that nefarious plots were afoot in the room, but there’s still a possessive part that doesn’t want them to actually hear her. These sounds are for my ears alone.

Pulling the bow tie off my neck, I pause my actions and hover over her, taking in the dark orbs of her eyes as her pupils war with her irises. “Open your mouth.”

Her lips tremble as she opens them wide, no doubt thinking I’m going to slide more frosting along her tongue. The look of shock as cloth fills her mouth is both comical and arousing. My cock jerks at the sight of her, mouth stuffed with my bow tie, uncertainty dancing in her gaze.

“You’re a little loud, my dear,” I grin down at her. “But don’t worry, I’ll make it so no one can hear you. For now, at least. Tonight, when we’re home, you will scream your pleasure to the heavens, drowning me in that erotic sound.”

Groaning, I revel in the feeling of her inner walls clamping down on my fingers. She likes that idea very much. That, at least, is certain. I glance up at the wall, noting the clock. Not too long now before the meeting.

But I don’t care. For the first time since starting my career, I honestly don’t give a fuck about taking over another company. All I care about is Tiffany and the alluring scent of her arousal.

It fills my brain, shoving out all other rational thoughts. Forget acquisitions. It’s her body I want as my own. Going back down to her pussy, I gaze at her swollen, puffy lower lips and the arousal that gathers at her folds. As a man possessed, I apply my tongue to that bundle of nerves peeking out from behind its hood.

Her moans are much softer now, stifled, but I can still feel the need in her body as she clamps down around me. Pulling out, I soon fill her with three fingers, groaning as her hot sheath grips me tight.

I want her to come. I need her to come. The desire to feel her body fall apart around me is an indulgence that rakes down my body, settling low into my balls. More precum wells at my tip as my cock jerks against my pants.

At this rate, I won’t last long. What can it hurt to try to fuck her before my meeting? Again, I glance at the clock and grit my teeth. This isn’t at all how I wanted our first night to be.

But if I don’t fuck her soon… I need to find relief so I can actually give this meeting the due process it deserves. Besides, she’s as ready for my cock as she’ll ever be. Pulling out, I unzip my pants, groaning at the relief at that simple action.

As I pull down the band of my boxer briefs, Tiffany rises onto her elbows, eyes wide as she watches me reveal myself. I want to give her a little show. I want to tease her with what’s coming, but I can’t.

The need to be balls deep in her is feral and wild, demanding. I yank everything down, standing there in front of her with my erection jutting through the tails of my shirt. With soft, tentative movements, she pulls the bow tie from between her lips.

“I- I heard Alphas were big, but damn.” My cock swells even more at her words of praise. “May I taste you?”

How can I resist such an earnest request? Helping her off of the conference table, I watch through slitted lids as she sinks to her knees before me. She looks so perfect there, her mouth stretching open to take me.

Fisting her hair in my hand, I guide her forward, my eyes nearly crossing as her hot breath flits across the tip. I jerk in response, earning a soft chuckle slipping past her plump pink lips. I shouldn’t find something as simple as a laugh so erotic, but here we are.

She swallows a few times, eyeing my length and girth. As her first Alpha, I’m sure I seem intimidating. However, just having her hover there, mouth poised but not moving, is a torture unlike any other. Gripping her hair a bit tighter in my grasp, I pull her to me, my knees threatening to buckle as she laps at my slit.

Color explodes behind my eyelids at that tentative lick, but it’s her moan of satisfaction as my precum paints her tongue that has me wanting to drag her underneath me and rut her like a madman. Gripping the table behind her, I school my body, forcing it to remain still as she explores me.

Besides, there will be plenty of time to fuck her. I don’t have to have her now. Not like some teenage boy that can’t contain himself. I’m a man of nearly forty years. I can and will control myself.

That’s better said than done as she wraps her lips around my head, sucking from me as if desperate to taste more of my cum. Her soft moans vibrate through me, making my toes curl as I dig into the wood. She slides forward a bit more, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

Cupping the back of her head, I push forward, surging into her mouth until my tip touches the back of her throat. As she gags, she ripples around me, driving me insane. I pull back out, giving her just a small bit of reprieve before sliding back in.

Her mouth stretches out wide around my girth. Her pink lips lighten as she tries to wrap around all of me. But it’s her eyes that arrest me, holding me still. Black pupils nearly demolish any hint of blue.

She’s not in heat. Not yet, but dear God, she looks so close. More of her arousal scents the air, filling the room with that deep caramel scent. I want to roll around in it, bathe in it, and have it coat every part of my body.

We stay like that, locked in place. I don’t dare move for fear of actually forcing myself down her throat. With her mouth stuffed as it is, she can’t easily take much more. But then she swallows, her mouth convulsing around me, forcing my cock to jerk.