Addicted to the CEO

It wasn’t the alarm that woke me up, nor the bright summer sun touching my window, but Steph stirring by my side. Like my body still needed to make up for the long separation, that was enough of a trigger and I found myself squinting in the light that flooded our bedroom, my hand cupping that gorgeous buttocks of hers. It took me about two seconds to roll over and stick to her back. A muffled sigh escaped her lips against the pillow when my morning wood brushed her panties. Why did she have to sleep with her clothes on?I bit her shoulder softly, my fingers pulling her panties down and out of the way. One of my legs covered hers, bringing my cock to brush her inner thighs. A delicious jerk made it wag, eager to dive into the warm gap that lay just inches away. I didn’t need my hand to guide it. The first trace of moisture seemed to pull from my hips, that launched my cock to brush her groin and find its way in on its own.Her flesh welcomed me and my breath grew heavier, pushing all t

The receptionist at the second floor was surprised to see me. Looked like nobody had reported that they needed an IT in person. When I repeated what Aisha had just told me, she turned to her computer.“Let me check,” she murmured.She went over a couple of lists and typed something. Her mild frown made me frown too, but I waited in silence. It wouldn’t be a first if they’d forgotten to let her know.“They’re waiting for you upstairs,” she said, puzzled.My eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “You sure?”She shrugged. “That’s what my sup says.” She looked up at me and winked. “Must’ve done something good to be requested from up there.”“Don’t say,” I murmured, feeling a prink in my belly. “Thanks.”So I went on to the next flight of stairs, that would take me to the third floor for the first time ever. It was odd. Only the heads of department had their offices at the top of the Square, with their personal aids that included a small IT team, apart from the rest of the company. Regular morta

I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p

I groaned when his fist covered the head of my cock yet again. But this time, his other hand went back to my butt and opened flat on it, his fingers spreading to grab my buttocks.“Are you gonna fuck me?” I asked helplessly, my thighs shaking slightly and my cock in his fist.He looked up at me, raising his eyebrows. “You want me too?”I shook my head, not sure if I was about to cry, to come, to scream or all of the above.“Then I’m not.” His hand squeezed my buttock. “Nice ass. Maybe someday, if you ask nicely.”“Fuck you,” I growled before I could stop myself.“I’m afraid that’s out of the picture.” His fist pressed against my cock and his hand pushed me gently against it. “There, like that.”He guided my hips forward, and my cock into his fist, that didn’t move. He made me push until his fist was against my pelvis, then guided me backwards. Then again, his hand keeping a firm hold of my buttock to direct my humping.“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, shivering in the rippling warmth. This was

As soon as I sat down to eat, I realized my stomach still felt like a rock and I wasn’t the least bit hungry. I tried the pasta with meat balls anyway. They smelled like heaven, and I wanted something solid down the gutter before gulping up my beer like I meant to.I bought myself a few more minutes by cleaning the table and doing the dishes, but I finally had to go to our room. Steph was still watching her stream, and paused it to see me take my clothes off. Another thing that always got me started. Not that night.“Need help?” she asked as I walked into the bathroom.I glanced back at her from over my shoulder, so she wouldn’t see the peanut my cock was, and flashed a little smile.“You should save your energy,” I replied.Her giggle made me feel awful, and I hurried into the bathroom to close the door between us.The warm water running down my skin offered a much needed feeling of cleansing. I washed my whole body thoroughly, especially my crotch, as if I could also wash away the m