THE CEO’S FILTHY CONTRACT: BOARDROOM TO BEDROOM 2

Derrick stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock twitching against my walls as another knock hit the door.

“Derrick? Is everything alright in there?” The guy’s voice sounded closer now.

I squeezed my pussy around him on purpose, biting my lip hard so I wouldn’t moan. Derrick’s fingers dug into my hips. His eyes burned into mine.

“Answer him,” I whispered, rolling my hips slowly and nastily against him.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m good, Mike. Just finishing up some paperwork. Give me ten minutes.”

“Alright. I’ll be in my office.”

Footsteps moved away down the hall.

Derrick let out a rough breath and slammed into me once, hard. “You’re going to get us caught, you little troublemaker.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” I shot back, grinning as I clenched around him again. “Now finish what you started before he comes back.”

He fucked me fast and dirty for another minute, hand over my mouth to keep me quiet while I came again, shaking and dripping all over the contract papers.

Then he pulled out, still rock hard, and quickly fixed his pants.

“Grab your stuff,” he ordered, voice low. “We’re not done.”

I pulled my skirt down on shaky legs, my ripped panties useless in my hand. My blouse was a mess but I tied it together the best I could. We slipped out of the boardroom as if nothing had happened, his hand firm on my lower back the whole elevator ride down to the private garage.

Thirty minutes later we were in his penthouse.

Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the sparkling New York skyline. The place screamed money, but I didn’t give a shit about the art on the walls right now.

The second the door closed behind us, I pushed him back against it.

“My turn, Mr. Vance.” I dropped to my knees and yanked his belt open. His cock sprang out, still slick from my pussy. “You’ve been running things all night. Now you’re going to beg.”

Derrick looked down at me, eyes dark. “Zara…”

“Shut up.” I licked the pink shiny head slowly, tasting both of us. “You taste like my cum. You like that?”

“Fuck yes.” His hand went to my hair but I slapped it away.

“No touching until I say so.” I sucked him deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the thick vein underneath. He groaned loud, his hips jerking. I pulled back right when he started thrusting. “You’re not cumming yet.”

“Zara, don’t play games with me.”

I laughed and licked his balls instead, sucking one into my mouth while stroking his balls slowly. “You made me squirt all over your precious contracts. Twice. Now I want to hear the big bad CEO beg for my pussy.”

I took him deep into my throat again, my throat working around him until he hit the back of my mouth. Saliva ran down my chin. Every time his breathing got ragged and his thighs tensed, I pulled off and just teased the tip with my tongue.

“Goddammit, Zara,” he growled after the third time. “Suck it properly or I’ll bend you over the couch.”

I stood up and pushed him toward the big leather sofa. “You’re not in charge here.” I pushed him down so he was sitting, then stripped the rest of my clothes off. My tits were still marked from his mouth, and my pussy was swollen and shiny.

I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap but not letting him inside me yet. I rubbed my wet slit up and down his cock, grinding my clit against the head.

“Feel how soaked I am for you?” I whispered against his lips. “All that arguing in the boardroom got me this horny for your dick.”

Derrick’s hands gripped my ass tight. “Then sit on it. Ride me.”

I lifted up and sank down just the tip, then stopped. “Say please.”

His jaw flexed. “Zara…”

I rose up again, leaving only the head inside. “I said say it.”

“Please.” The word came out rough, like it hurt him. “Please fuck me.”

I smiled and sank all the way down, taking every inch. We both moaned loud. I started riding him slowly, rolling my hips in circles, feeling him stretch me so good.

“That’s better,” I said, bracing my hands on his chest.

“Look at you. Big powerful Derrick Vance, letting me use his cock like a toy.”

I picked up speed, bouncing harder. My tits slapped against my chest. Derrick leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me gasp.

“Harder,” he demanded around my breast.

“No,” I slowed down again, teasing him. “You don’t get to cum until I’ve had my fun.”

I rode him like that for long minutes, switching between fast and slow, grinding deep, then almost pulling off completely. Sweat ran down between my breasts. His cock was throbbing inside me, veins pulsing.

“Zara, baby, please,” he finally groaned, head falling back. “I need to cum. Let me fill you up.”

Hearing him beg sent a fresh rush of heat through me. I rode him faster, slamming down on his cock over and over. The wet slap of our bodies filled the penthouse.

“You want to fill my pussy?” I panted. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“So fucking bad. You’re so tight and wet. I’ve wanted this for months. Please, Zara. Let me cum inside you.”

I reached down and rubbed my clit fast while bouncing on him. My orgasm hit hard. I cried out, pussy squeezing his cock like a fist. That finally broke him.

Derrick grabbed my hips and thrust up into me, fucking me through my climax. He came with a loud groan, pumping hot cum deep inside, pulse after pulse. It was so much that it started leaking out around his cock as I kept moving.

We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I rested my forehead against his.

“You’re dangerous,” he said quietly, voice hoarse. One hand stroked my back almost gently. “I don’t do this. Not with people I work with.”

“Neither do I,” I admitted, tracing a finger over his chest. “But you piss me off and turn me on at the same time. It’s annoying as hell.”

He chuckled softly. “The seven percent. You can have it. But this… whatever this is between us… It doesn’t end anytime soon.”

I kissed him slowly, tasting sweat and sex. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”

Derrick lifted me off him, cum dripping down my thighs as he carried me toward the bedroom. He tossed me on the huge bed and crawled over me, already getting hard again.

“Round two,” he said, spreading my legs wide. “This time I’m tasting my cum out of your pussy.”

I laughed and pulled him down for another kiss. But just as his mouth moved lower, his phone started ringing on the nightstand.