The CEO Above My Desk Chapter 127

He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. I stretch around his length, the burn from the pain mixing with the pleasure makes me moan loudly, my fingers digging to the sink edge as he fills me completely.

He doesn't give me time to adjust at all. His hands clamp onto my hips, pulling me back towards him as he started to really fuck me. Hard, deep thrust that slap our bodies together. Each one drives him deeper than before, his cock draggin against my inner walls, hitting every sensitive spot. Hitting every spot that no one else has even been but him.

The mirror shakes slightly with the force from his thrusts, my breasts boucing in this ridiclous white dress. I watch us in the relfection, the way his jaw is clenched, the way his eyes are locked onto me.

"So tight," he groans, one hand sliding up my back and into my hair, fisting it and yanking my head back gently. The angle changes everyhing it feels like, letting him pound me harder, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrusts.

Sweat beads on both our skins. My legs trembled, but he holds me steady and I have a feeling this is how the rest of my life is going to be. The coil in my belly tightens, my walls tightening around him, pleasure buliding once more like a storm.

"Come for me, Violet," He demands, his voice strained as he thrusts in harder once more. With that, he reaches around with his other hand, fingers finding my clit once more, rubbing in fast and firm circles.

Everything inside me shatters. My orgasm crashes over me, my walls clenching so hard around his cock as I gasp his name. Waves of ecstasy pulse through me, making my vision blur, but he doesn't stop. He fucks me through it, prolonging the bliss, sending me crashing through wave after wave until I'm shaking, unable to stand up by myself.

Finally, with one final thurst, he buries himself inside of me, stills, and I could feel him filling me up. That warmth of his hot cum flooding inside of me.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder, both of us breathing hard. Slowly, he pulls out. He spins me around suddenly then, kissing me deeply. His tongue surging into my mouth like he's been craving this... craving me. I feel the warmth of his cum starting to drip fro me, creating a sticky mess on the floor below.

He finally steps back just enough to tuck himself back in, zipping up his pants with efficent movments. His belt buckle clinks softy as he fastens it, his eyes never leaving mine. There's a softness there now, mixed with the lingering heat, like he wants to do this again. Hell, I want to do this again.

"Hold still, love." he murmurs. He reaches for a handful of papertowels from the dispenser, wetting them under the fuacet before he kneels slightly in front of me, one hand on my hip to steady me as he realizes just how shaky I am.

I watch him as he presses the damp towels between my legs, wiping away his evidence of a good time. His touch is careful, almost tender. It was strange to see this, to feel this, knowing how different he actually is in person. Is this part of him being in control?

The coolness against my clit from the papertowels make me gasp and jump a little.

"Easy," he says, a hint of amusment in his tone, but affection and something else... something warm almost... shines in his eyes. He discards the used towels once done, and grabs fresh dry ones, drying me gently before helping me pull my panties back up and into place, smoothing the skirt of my dress down over my hips.

Satisfied, he stand, washing his hand quickly before turning to me.

"You okay?" He asks, cupping my cheek as I see the concern on his face.

I nod, "Yeah... more than okay." My legs are still shaking and all he can do is smirk.

He warps his arm loosely around my waist and guides me towards the door.

My legs are still unsteady, the world tilting slightly with every step, and I hate how obvious it probably is—but he doesn’t rush me. Doesn’t tease me. Doesn’t say a word about it.

His hand stays firm at my side.

Holding me up without making it feel like I need it.

The door opens.

And just like that—

Reality crashes back in.

The hallway is louder now. Busier. People moving past us like nothing just happened behind that door, like my entire world didn’t just shift again in the span of minutes.

I keep my head forward.

Don’t look at anyone.

Don’t think too hard.

Rowan doesn’t hesitate.

He keeps walking, guiding me through the courthouse like he owns the building, like no one would dare question where we’ve been or what we’ve done.

And no one does.

We push through the front doors, the cool air hitting my skin, grounding me just enough to breathe again.

The black SUV is already waiting.

Of course it is.

Devin is in the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other tapping lightly against it like he’s been waiting—but the second he sees us, that movement stills.

His eyes flick to me first.

Then to Rowan.

Then back to me again.

A knowing look settles across his face.

Subtle.

Professional.

But there.

I feel my cheeks heat instantly.

He doesn’t say anything.

Of course he doesn’t.

He just reaches over and unlocks the doors.

Theo is leaning against the passenger side of the SUV, arms crossed, clearly mid-argument.

“You’re not hearing me,” he says, frustration sharp in his voice.

“I am hearing you,” Camille fires back, stepping closer to him, her hands gesturing wildly. “I just don’t agree with you.”

“That’s not the same thing,” Theo snaps.

“It is when you’re being stubborn!”

They both stop the second they notice us.

Camille’s eyes go straight to me.

Then drop.

Then widen slightly.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, not even trying to hide it.

Theo squints at me, then at Rowan, then back again.

“…Yeah, okay,” he mutters under his breath, like he just connected dots he didn’t necessarily want to connect.

“Get in the car,” Rowan says calmly.

No embarrassment.

No explanation.

Just control.

Theo pushes off the SUV with a quiet exhale, opening the passenger door.

“Yeah,” he mutters, “that’s probably for the best.”

Camille hurries around to my side, opening the back door before I can even reach for it.

“Are you okay?” she whispers quickly, her voice low enough that the others won’t hear.

I nod.

Even if my legs still feel like they might give out.

“Yeah,” I whisper back. “I’m fine.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

But she lets it go... for now. I know she'll want to talk about this later.