Stalking The CEO 3

Stalking The CEO 3

I was surrounded by a reeking confidence that had me shaken to the marrow. I had the instinctive notion that Raphael Turner wanted me as much as I did. And when I found him still in his robe, I clambered to the bed, hoping for the worst. His eyes peered down at me as his sash loosened. One of his hands clamped down on mine.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

His voice yet held that commandeering tone. I tried a lazy smile and batted my lashes at him while I pushed back his hand. One push at his robe had me gasping in horror. He was huge down there and had me wondering if he would fit into me.

I had never done this before. What was I doing? To pull back would look stupid to him, so I must continue.

My eyes flickered back to his gaze while I grazed my hand on his broadened chest, marveling in self-delight how beautiful he was.

He watched me still never saying a word while my hands worked magic. My hands dived lower, combing through the mild curls surrounding his manhood. He was holding his breath while his organ reacted provocatively to my welcoming touches.

His manhood twitched and bobbed again when I pushed my hand circling the organ. I scoffed, enjoying the sweet torture I was rendering on him. He groaned, shutting his eyes briefly in ecstasy.

Despite my racing heartbeat, I wanted to learn more about his body. And before I could think of the next act, he pushed me into his body.

"Now, you ask for it." His tone was low, seductive, and titillating.

His lips captured mine. His mouth was hard, fierce yet soft underneath. I couldn't breathe. Inexperienced as I was, I sought to match his kissing skills, but when I found it hard to play it cool, I let him take the lead.

Maybe, I shouldn't be doing this, but he was doing something to my body that I wanted more.

"Mr. Turner," I moaned as his lips left mine seeking my breasts.

He didn't even know my name yet he was this good on my body. My breath ragged on, causing my senses to be numbed obviously.

"Why? Are you regretting turning me hard already?" He asked, tugging on my sensitive nubs.

My hands reached out, tugging the duvets while his gaze held mine.

"I know you've been following me," his tongue lapped around my areoles.

He was triggering sweet and strange explosives inside of me. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I should have just taken the money and be gone from him.

He jerked up my pelvic region to his face, took a sniff and plunged a finger into my hole. "I don't ..think I'm ready for this," I rasped, holding back my breath.

If he knew that I was a virgin. He would stop, and I consoled myself with that. But that wicked smirk on his face told me otherwise. "Why would you stubbornly ask for it and then want me to stop?" He asked.

While he lapped at my labia, his hands cupped around my full breasts, squeezing them as if milk would be spilled from them. He paused after a while bringing back his tongue into my mouth.

"Tell me you want me inside you," he said.

I didn't want him inside me, not now, I thought. He pinched one of my breasts waiting for an answer.

"I wan..t...you," I gasped.

"Say it louder, with my name in it." He intensified the pain in my breasts.

"I want you, Mr. Raphael Turner," I said.

"Better." He smirked.

I felt his rod denting my stomach as he pulled me close. He sucked on my lower lips, sliding his tongue at intervals to embrace my tongue.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're going want more of me." His tone was possessive.

Fuck me so hard. His voice re-echoed. "You're wet. So fucking wet," he dung a finger into my hole, sucked on it, and kissed me afterward.

"Mr. Turner, I'm not ready," my eyes pleaded but my body proved me otherwise.

"You will be." He separated my legs, weighed himself between my legs as he cradled his dick in his hand.

My breath paced, anticipating his entrance. "I promise, I'll be slow. I know it's your first." He said into my ears, meeting the intensity of my gaze.

He knew. How wouldn't he have known? I certainly wasn't the first virgin he had fucked. The tip of his manhood caressed my clitoris, while he nudged my legs to his shoulders.

"Your labia are already swollen for me, baby. You're dying to have me. Tell me, why would you say you don't want this but you do otherwise?" He leaned in again to kiss me, slowly driving into me.

Baby? Did he just call me baby? I thought to myself.

I gasped, holding to his back as a sharp pain gripped me. The pain seemed to stretch on endlessly as he thrust deeper. One of his hands covered my mouth as a wrenching scream tore out from me.

"Hold on, baby. I'm not all in." He said to me.

He wasn't all in! The words caused me a chill. Was he that huge? I felt him adjusting to fit himself in, he pushed himself to the hilt.

As the repetitive thrusts began, I couldn't shake off the sweet sensations that shot through my body. With each thrust, he kissed me, making my head numbed from double pleasures.

"Oh fuck," I didn't realize I'd moaned into his ears as he intensified the heat, thrusting faster with greater pace.

"Baby, baby..," he groaned, pausing before he thrust in one last time. Then he withdrew his rod. Immediately it began to convulse, and I watched him groan repeatedly.

Then, he kissed me again before disentangling himself from me. He watched me again, "come," he said.

"Come join me while we bathe," he finished.

I rolled off from the bed while we walked to the bathroom together. Raphael Turner who had thought was the devil's son was a sweet and caring man.

He took the lavender soap and rubbed it across my hair, breasts, and buttocks. Water from the shower washed down the suds as he began to scrub gently. His eyes never left my full breasts. His hands scrub, squeeze, and tantalize my sensitive nubs.

Was he growing hard again? I noticed as his rod grew hard and firm. He turned my back to him.

"Oh, God. Not in here, I thought shutting my eyes. I was already quite sore from his first entrance. How suddenly had he grown hard in a matter of minutes?

"Bend over," he ordered.

The sweet and caring man had vanished. The harsh and devil's son was being replaced. I did as he ordered, and he rammed his dick inside of me.

I felt his dick ramming deeper while his hands gripped my hair from behind. His thrusts this time were harsh and faster. The shower only made the pain less bearable.

This time, I felt my body convulsing and I knew for a certain that I was about to cum. This was what it felt like. This was it.

His hands grabbed my breasts from behind while he rode on fast, groaning loudly. And when he did come, he spilled onto my stomach.

****

He wouldn't even look at me after Tory, his butler had gotten me a new dress. He had his chauffeur drive me while giving me an envelope full of money.

I'd lied to my mother about how I had gotten a side job, and my boss had been kind enough to help me out after voicing out to him.

"Nessa, this your boss. I want to meet him." Mother said to me when we were with Raina.

"You want to meet my boss?" My heart jumped. Why won't my mother give it up?

"I mean it, Nessa. Who would give such a large amount of money for your sister without having met her in person?" Mother mused.

My tummy churned. How do I relay to her that I had given up my virginity for the money needed for Raina's treatment?

Raina eyed me from the bed. "How does your boss look like, Nessa? You never said anything about having a side job?" Raina was all smiles.

She was still 13, she wouldn't understand, I thought to myself.

"Does he look like that rich man that I call daddy?" Raina beamed.

What the hell? My eyes bulged. "Who do you call daddy again?" I put in curiously.

"You know whom I'm talking about." Raina giggled.

I should be thankful to Raphael Turner. It was absurd to say that I miss him. I still taste him in my mouth. I still felt his rod entering my moist folds. I still felt like going back to him and having him kiss me senselessly whilst having me ask for more.

The door opened. The nurse entered followed by two men dressed in black. The men had in their hands baskets full of fruits and herbs.

"Mr. Raphael Turner sends his regards." One of the men said to Mother, giving her a bouquet.

"Is that for me!" Raina shrieked delightedly, trying to adjust into a sitting position but winced as pain shot through her.

I was stricken with shock, but recovered and raced towards my sister to comfort her. "Be still," I said to her.

"Vanessa," Mum called out to me, as I wrenched my head towards her.

"Is Mr. Raphael Turner your boss?"

Should I continue in my lies, or would the truth set me free?