All Chapters of Being With Mr. CEO (book 2): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Xavier's POV "So?" Zoey folds her arms across her breast blocking my view from her pointy nipples. The sheer top does little to no effort to conceal her tits from unwanted view. My dick twitches as endlessly scenarios of fucking her raw on the couch now loops in my mind. What's his face being over here a mere second ago, seem to fade from my thoughts and quickly fill with carnal ones."What's going on?" I furrow my brows in response to her inquiries. Switching the focus from my sex-related fantasies, I quickly pull my mind back to the urgent matter at hand. Keeping my family safe. I gulp down air as I recall the news from earlier. Troy is out roaming about on good fucking behavior! The words dance on the tip of my tongue but I refrain from saying them. Zoey and Tyler should never have to worry about anything especially this bullshit. If this fucker ever comes within a mile radius of them, I'll personally kill him with my bare hands! "Zoey," I sigh, dragging a hand down my tired fa

Xavier's POV"Fuccccckkkk," I drawl out stroking my dick harder against my wet palm. Over the past few years, I've hardly entertained a woman much less fuck them, they were all models hired to accompany me to major events and shit. In hindsight I should have probably just fucked with one person but I was just too uninterested to be sticking around just one. Each was duller than a box of RoseArt. I grunt out in pure pleasure. The stinging sensation of the hot water hitting my back encourages me to go even faster. "Oh shit,"Soft moans fill the bathroom as I pump my stiff cock trying to find a release. Under hooded eyes I look down at myself pleased that the pre-cum is already washing down the drain. Gritting my teeth I raise my face to the shower head letting the hot drops hit it in hopes of calming me down. I debated earlier on bringing over a call girl but quickly decided against it. It feels like I would be cheating on her. On my family. I really don't wanna have that feeling restin

Xavier's POV I blink a couple times as I stare blankly up at the plain high ceiling. I've been up for quite sometime now, around a few hours, ebbing away on different waves of emotions and thoughts that dare enters my mind. My life feels like it's gonna crash and burn any minute now. Worse part is that I'm not even close to finding a solution to the problems now piling up on me. I've been feeling so shitty and frankly useless these past days, even though I'm still meeting with this square ass therapist twice per week, more so frequently over the past week. According to him, I'm making progress but I somewhat disagree. Sure, I'm no longer bitching about my deceased father but that's only because that initial period of mourning has already gone. Presently, now, all of other my issues seem to be progressively coalescing into one massive nightmare. I smack my lips as the conversation with Dasha makes it way to the forefront of my mind. That bitch has been threatening to to embark o

Zoey's POVMy eyes fall to the heartwarming scene in front of me: Tyler is cuddled against Xavier's chest as they both sleep peacefully, only light snores shared between them. I smile fondly at the pair as I remove my phone from my ripped jeans to photograph this wholesome moment. After taking a couple I stow away the device grinning like a hyperactive fool. My sweet boys... Mine...A familiar feeling surges through my body at the thought igniting every single cell in its wake. Oh no. I blow out a small puff of air as I turn my attention towards the fluffy clouds gallivanting outside the plane's window. Will all of this even last? I'm getting awfully accustom to this. The past three months have been quite mind-fucking. Honestly, I still haven't fully come around to the idea of having Xavier back in our lives. In my life. I would be lying if I said I don't feel anything for him, especially now that's he's back and fitting in so well but hanging onto the pain he left behind have som

Xavier's POV "Yes! Yes! Mhm," In the soft moonlight, the woman's facial expression screws up in one kin to pure pleasure. Her perky breasts rise and fall with each bounce as we start to strike a perfect rhythm. Up and down. Our bodies glisten with streaks of sweat very much evident of our prolonged fucking. "Fuccck!" We've been at it from dusk, definitely for a couples hours now but I just can't seem to get my fill. Mentally anyway. God! Fuck! The jumbled thoughts keep taunting me, playing various scenarios of how this could all pan out. No matter the angle I look at this shit from, it always end the same: they'll leave again. A crippling pain shoots in my chest at the possibility. The fucking awful possibility. No, don't think. Don't fucking think. Not now. "Not now," I mutter bringing myself to the mission at hand. I need control. I need to be in the one in absolute control. I fucking need it. Leaning forward, I begin to suckle on a harden nipple. It's salty vanilla taste elici