All Chapters of Curing the Cold-Hearted CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

2021“Yes, Mr. Hamilton! Fuck me, don’t stop! Your cock is so big!”The words cut through the thick, perfume-heavy air of the VIP lounge. Francis didn’t even look to see which one of them had said it. They all blurred together after his third glass of Macallan 25. Ten women. All drunk. All naked. All his for the night. The private club, Onyx, sat on the 40th floor of a building he owned, and this back room was his sanctuary.A tongue traced a line from the base of his shaft to the tip. Blonde hair spilled across his thigh. He didn’t know her name. “You like that, Mr. Hamilton?” she murmured, her lips brushing his skin.“Shut up and suck me more!” he said, his voice a low growl.She obeyed. Her mouth sank down, taking him deep. The vacuum seal of her lips was expert. Francis gripped her hair and guided her head down. Her head bobbing faster, a wet, sloppy sound filling the room. He felt the pressure building but he wasn’t ready to finish. Not yet. He tapped the blonde-haired woman’s

Francis Hamilton lay sprawled across his king-sized bed. Three beautiful women surrounded him. Their naked bodies gleamed under the soft bedroom lights, curves and angles arranged around his motionless form.Elena pressed her lips to the tip of his soft cock. Her tongue traced circles around the head. Slow. Wet. Desperate. She’d been doing this for nearly two hours. The other two women, Sasha and Yvette, knelt on either side of Francis, their hands roaming his chest, his thighs, cupping his balls, stroking skin that refused to respond.“Mr. Hamilton,” Elena murmured against his flesh, her breath warm. “Don't you want to slide this big cock inside me? My pussy is dripping. Can you feel how wet I am?”She guided his limp hand between her legs. Her folds were slick. Hot. Francis stared at the ceiling.Sasha leaned close to his ear. Her tongue traced the shell of it while her hand worked his dick with practiced rhythm. “We want you so bad. All three of us. You can fuck any hole you want.

Veronica worked harder. Her head bobbed. She moaned around him, the vibration desperate. Saliva slicked down her chin. Dirty, wet, messy. She pulled back and spat on the tip, then rubbed it across her lips. “Get hard for me, baby. I need you to fill my throat. Come on. You know you want to.”She engulfed him again. Sucking with purpose. One hand cupped his balls. The other stroked the base.Nothing.Francis stared down at the woman on her knees. Her red lipstick smeared. Her eyes full of lust. A gorgeous woman doing everything right. However, his body refused to respond.His jaw clenched. He yanked her head back by her hair. “Enough.”“Huh? What’s wrong?” Veronica wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I can try again. Let me put it deeper.”“I said enough.” His voice turned cold. Hard. He stepped back, leaving her kneeling alone on the floor. “Leave.”Veronica’s brow furrowed. “But Francis—”“Grab your bag and get the fuck out.” He turned away from her. He couldn’t even look at