All Chapters of Addicted to the CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Hell, yeah. That was exactly what I had in mind. And that was exactly what I did. I spent the next two days fucking Steph in every hole, in every position I could think of, in every square feet of the apartment.It was the best weekend in ages.I think she thought I was making up for coming home late two days in a row. I wasn’t about to tell her she was wrong, and the whole testosterone display was meant mostly to prove myself that no matter what the sick weirdo at work said or did, he didn’t know me. I did know myself, and I was the same old stallion that made my girl beg for more and beg for mercy.I even entertained the idea of picking a girl online to have a threesome on Saturday night. But we couldn’t let into our home a stranger that might bring the virus. All the girls on the internet offered proof that they were clear and vaccinated, but Steph and I knew all too well how easy it was to get fake papers for whatever you wanted. So she had to bear with all the workload of appeasi

I was surprised when my shift ended and Big Ellie hadn’t texted me. Not that I was about to complain. I logged off at six sharp and got in the first van I found going my way.It was nice, getting home as I should and having dinner with Steph. I almost screw up, though, but stopped taking my clothes off just before she saw the boxer trunks. I pushed them down along with the jeans and left them in there.“I’m needing new underwear,” I said, getting in bed with her. “I’m gonna order a couple of trunks.”“Add socks,” she said. “Yours are begging for retirement.”Great. That way, I could put the trunks in our drawer in a couple of days, instead of hiding them.Steph asked for a rain check after our wild weekend, and promised to make up for me in the morning. I fell asleep within minutes, holding her tight against my side.* * *I should’ve paid more attention. Vlad had told me a thousand times I always needed to be aware of my surroundings and never let the guard down. But I’d done jus

I nailed my eyes to the window behind him while he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and opened the fly.“Nice. Fits like a glove,” he said, exposing one of the trunks he’d sent me. He pulled the slacks a little down to expose the trunks’ right leg and the embroidering with my initials in white.“They should be here,” he said, covering my shrunk limp cock with his hand. “Lower case, to watch them go upper case.”So funny. Looked like he’d had a clown for lunch. I ground my teeth while his hand ran up and down my shaft, his thumb pressing softly, tugging. And my despicable junk responded right away. It started hardening in no time, stirring and stretching with every gentle tug. My breathing grew heavier, pushing my lips apart.“Look at you,” he murmured, pleased.No. I wouldn’t. Feeling the way my body reacted to his fondling was bad enough. Yeah, I knew the sooner I got hard, the better. But there was something else in play. Like my body had been longing for this. Him, getting m

It was quite a feat, getting on my feet all shaky and out of breath as I was. He let me took my time. When I finally stood before him, he opened my slacks once more and pulled them down below my hips, gently helping my cock to come out.I began to wonder how many more poppers my trunks had, feeling his hand pull from the inseam. The inner side of the trunks’ leg opened, and he guided my throbbing, swollen cock to point straight ahead. Then he fastened the leg poppers again, and most of the trunks fly, from my cock up, trapping it in a gap against my nuts. It nodded, trying to point up, pulling from the back seam of the trunks and making it sink between my buttocks like a frigging thong.Then I lost track of his maneuvers, because he grabbed my butt and pulled me closer, leaning forward to lick my whole shaft, from tip to trunks, till I was groaning and trembling again. I couldn’t care less about his hands fondling my buttocks in circles, pulling them apart for the seam to sink deeper

The week before, he’d introduced me to a couple of ways in which his wicked oil could launch me to cloud nine. First, a taste of the burning ripples when he stroked my shaft with it. Next, he proved it could turn my nipples into hotspots to rival my crotch.That week, on Tuesday, he showed me that his tongue on top of the oil on my nipples was enough to make my head spin. On Wednesday, he made me bent over the table, hands tied behind my back, pants and trunks down to my ankles, and while he milked my cock with a firm fist, he oiled my nuts to pet them. He’d done it only once before, and only for a moment. That evening, hadn’t I been with my chest to the table, I would’ve crumbled down, because my knees simple buckled. Later, when I was partially able to move again, he made me rest my butt against the table, my knees as spread apart as I could, and guided my hand to his headrest, making me lean toward him, my shirt open and pushed over my shoulders to expose my pecs. He applied a litt