All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

OliviaThe gardens were spectacular, a carefully designed blend of manicured spaces and what appeared to be wild tropical growth. Stone pathways wound through flowering plants and fruit trees, with occasional benches or seating areas placed to take advantage of particularly beautiful views. "Your mother did all this?" I asked, admiring a flowering vine that covered an elegant pergola. "She designed it. Had landscape architects bring her vision to life. She visits twice a year to make adjustments." We continued walking, Alexander pointing out various features of the property: a meditation pavilion, a koi pond, hiking trails that led to different beaches and lookout points. The sun grew stronger as the morning progressed, and I could feel perspiration beginning to form along my hairline. "Hot?" Alexander asked, noticing my discomfort. "A bit," I admitted. "Perfect time for a swim." He gestured toward the main house. "The infinity pool has the best views on the property." Back at

Olivia"Let's go inside," he suggested, picking up our towels. "The sun's getting strong, and I don't want you burned anywhere but my handprints on this perfect ass." He delivered another sharp slap that made me yelp. Inside the house, the air conditioning raised goosebumps on my wet skin. Alexander wrapped a towel around my shoulders, pulling me close for another searing kiss. "Mmm," he murmured against my lips. "I could kiss you all fucking day." His hands slid down to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the damp bikini. I arched into his touch, a whimper escaping me. "You like that?" he asked, voice low. "Wait till I get my mouth on these beautiful tits. I'm going to suck your nipples until you're begging me to fuck you." "You talk a big game," I said, trying to sound unaffected despite the wetness pooling between my legs. "I back it up too, sweetheart. Just say the word." He kissed me again, harder this time, one hand sliding down my stomach to the edge

OliviaHe added a third finger, stretching me wider as he pumped them in and out. The fullness was incredible, building me higher and higher toward the edge. "That's it. Take my fingers. Get that tight pussy ready for my cock." I was so close, trembling on the brink of release, when suddenly he pulled his fingers out completely. I cried out in frustration, my hips bucking desperately seeking contact. "Not yet," he said with a wicked grin. Before I could protest, his hand came down hard on my pussy, the sharp slap making me scream. The sting mixed with pleasure in a way that shocked me, sending jolts through my entire body. "Alex!" I gasped. "You like that, don't you? My little wife likes it rough." He slapped my pussy again, harder this time, and I nearly came from that alone. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, turning me into a writhing mess. "Please," I whimpered. "I need to come." "When I say you can." He pulled me onto his lap, his hard cock pressing a

OliviaHe reached down and picked them up, bringing the damp fabric to his nose and inhaling deeply. "You smell incredible." His eyes closed briefly as he savored my scent. "I've been wanting to taste this sweet pussy since the first time I saw you in that tight skirt at the office." My face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he tucked my panties into his pocket. "I'm keeping these," he said with a wicked grin. "A souvenir of the first time my wife got wet for me." "Alex," I protested weakly. "Shut up and lie back on the couch," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. I did as he commanded, lying back against the cushions. Alexander knelt between my legs, pushing my dress up to my waist to expose me completely. "Your pussy is fucking perfect. Pink and swollen and so wet for me." His thumb brushed lightly over my clit, making me jerk and gasp. "Sensitive, aren't you?" He did it again, harder this time, drawing a moan from me. Without warning, his hand came down hard o

AlexanderI woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, feeling more rested than I had in months. The sheets were tangled around my waist, leaving my chest exposed to the cool morning air. I turned my head to find Olivia still fast asleep beside me, her naked body partially covered by the thin white sheet. It hit me suddenly. I was married. Actually fucking married. The ring on my finger felt foreign, almost uncomfortable. But at least I'd secured my future. Once Grandfather was satisfied our marriage wasn't fake, the controlling stake in Carter Enterprises would be mine. All I had to do was keep up appearances for a year. I propped myself up on one elbow, taking the opportunity to really look at my new wife. The sheet had slipped down, exposing one perfect breast, the nipple still slightly red from my rough attention last night. My eyes traveled down her body to where the sheet barely covered her hips. I carefully pulled it back, exposing more of her. She didn't stir, her b