All Chapters of The CEO’s FunSize : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~~ FIDELIA ~~ The way he looked so hot staring at me like I was some shimmering diamond he intended to snatch and pocket. “God, you’re so wet. Have you been thinking about me all morning?” He didn’t exactly ask as his Adam's apple bobbed, admiring the moist skin between my legs. I wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up because I could very well orgasm with his eyes eating me up, but I thought better. So I slipped out a dildo, rubbing it slowly at my entrance before sliding it inside my walls so that I was stretched out good for him. I trembled, biting back a moan as I imagined his own big cock in place of the dildo. “Did you like me fucking that tight ass raw? Against that cold glass like the slut you are?” He asked, and I whimpered in pleasure. His dirty words were stimulating as hell as I moved the dildo in and out of me in slow strokes. I wish I could slap him across that pretty face and kiss him as hard, but I settled for what I could control, like my building orgasm. Wat

~~FIDELIA~~ “I didn’t mean to give that impression. I was just messing around, and Greg is a friend.” He explained. Now that he was struggling to apologize without swallowing his pride, my panties were soaking wet. “I don’t care. We have no further business after today since I cleared myself up.” Vincent hissed, clicking his teeth in annoyance. “You’re such an angry bird, you know that right?” With that, his lips descended on mine, hot, angry, and needy. His fingers buried in my hair roughly as he crushed his large body against mine while I moaned, fumbling for his fly. With shaky hands, I released his cock, and it sprung free and hard. I wrapped my hand around his erection, barely able to contain him in my palm. He palmed my ass in turn, reaching for my panties and I stiffened for a minute as he ripped the fabric to shreds. What was with him and ripping off my panties? I didn’t have the time to think much about it as he freed my blazer, kneading my taut nipples through the

~~ VINCENT ~~ Her lips parted to form an O, and she squirmed, moaning. “Stop…please. Don't..." At this point I had no time to piece her words together, as the sound of the vibrator buzzing on the other end, mixing with her moaning, made my cock hard as fuck. "Mr. V," she whimpered. “That's it, baby. Moan for me.” “Let me see that wet, tight pussy come apart, FunSize." I groaned, pumping myself harder as she took up the phone with shaking hands, positioning it so that I saw her thighs. I watched how she squeezed her thighs together, and that was the maximum turning point for me. “Spread those legs and touch yourself.” I husked Her trembling fingers found her wet entrance, and she worked herself till I finally came, my hot spurts filling my palm as I released on my hand. I threw my head back, mild satisfaction settling in my chest while I heard her sigh in relief from the other end. She came over the vibrator. That should have been me. Over my fingers. Over my cock. Hell

~~ FIDELIA ~~I hitched a breath as he reached for my zipper, dragging it down until my silk dress hit the ground, forming a puddle around my feet.Cold air pricked my skin, causing goosebumps, but the way he crushed his warm body against mine, contrasting the chillness, made me forget how nervous I felt.He backed me against the wall, urgently unclasping my bra while I unbuttoned his shirt with feverish hands, eager not to be left out.We kissed hot, hard, and rough like we were angry with each other.We made every second that passed count, determined not to let it go to waste.He kneaded my already hard nipples, sinking his teeth into my neck and giving me a hickey.“Take off all your clothes. I want to touch you everywhere.” He growled his command.My panties were the last piece of clothing I had on, and he could easily just tug them down my knees.But he wrapped the fabric around his hand, pausing for a second."What are you waiting for? Rip it already," I pleaded, feeling his war

~~ FIDELIA ~~ Because I didn't mean what I just said. Because I wanted to hurt him just like his mom hurt me with her words. Because everything that happened today was his fault. I grabbed my bag, pushed the door open, and got out. He didn't stop me. For a second I prayed he would, but he didn't. I blinked back tears as I watched him zoom off. I managed to stop a cab and got home in one piece. That night I couldn't sleep a wink. I had wet dreams about him. We were naked on his conference table, against his cold window glass in his office, at the poolside of his house, and, in fact, literally everywhere, thoroughly getting fucked by him. The second time I woke up, I was covered in sweat and panting. Our interactions online dropped to a startling zero as we mostly focused on work. Mostly him. He never sent direct emails unless it was necessary, and when he did, they were short and formal, almost like he'd turn to some instruction robot. I missed his cheeky texts, the rud