The CEO’s Dirty Contract: Part 3

"It's my wife. She's downstairs."

I froze on the couch, cum still dripping down my face and chin, heart slamming in my chest. Damien answered the call like it was nothing, his voice smooth and professional.

"Hey, love. Yeah, I'm just finishing up a meeting. Give me fifteen minutes."

He hung up and looked down at me, eyes dark with hunger. "Bathroom. Now. Clean up before she gets impatient."

I stumbled off the couch on shaky legs, cum sliding down my neck as I rushed into his private bathroom. The mirror showed the mess, red face, swollen lips, streaks of white across my cheeks. I grabbed a towel and started wiping frantically.

The door opened behind me. Damien stepped in, still half-hard in his open pants, watching me in the reflection.

"Look at yourself," he said quietly. "My cum all over that pretty face. You've been driving me crazy for months, Alex."

I scrubbed harder, avoiding his eyes. "Months? What the hell are you talking about? I thought this started yesterday."

He moved closer, pressing against my back, his hands sliding around my waist. "I've been watching you since your first week. The way you bite your lip when you're nervous. How you stay late just to impress me. That little nervous laugh you do when I walk by your desk."

His fingers traced my stomach, dipping lower. I tried to step away but he held me tight against the sink.

"Stop," I muttered, voice weak. "Your wife is right downstairs. This is insane."

"She's used to me being busy." He kissed the side of my neck, teeth grazing my skin. "And right now, I need to play with my new toy some more."

I gripped the edge of the sink. "Damien, please. I just got fucked raw. I need a minute…"

"You don't get minutes anymore." One of his hands wrapped around my cock, which was already twitching back to life despite everything. "See? Your body doesn't want to stop."

He stroked me slowly, teasingly, thumb circling the head where I was leaking again. I bit back a groan, hips jerking forward.

"Fuck... don't," I whispered, but my cock betrayed me, hardening fully in his fist.

Damien chuckled against my ear. "Resist all you want, Alex. I've got an hour before I have to go downstairs. Let's see how long you last."

He edged me mercilessly.

For what felt like forever, he kept me right on the edge. Slow strokes, then fast. Tight grip, then feather-light. Every time I got close, thighs shaking, he stopped completely, squeezing the base until the orgasm faded.

"Please," I gasped after the third time. "Just let me cum. I can't take this."

"You can." He turned me around to face him, then spun me back toward the mirror. "Watch yourself. Look how desperate you are for my hands."

I stared at my reflection, eyes glassy, mouth open, chest heaving. Damien stood behind me, fully dressed except for his exposed cock rubbing against my ass while his hand worked me.

"Tell me how it feels," he demanded.

"It feels... too much," I moaned. "I'm so close again…fuck, Damien, please…"

He stopped. Again.

I whimpered, hips thrusting uselessly into nothing. "You're torturing me."

"Months of watching you," he murmured, starting the slow torture again. "Imagining bending you over my desk. Wondering if you'd moan like this when I finally took you."

He kept talking, low and filthy, telling me every dirty thought he'd had about me while his hand drove me insane. My legs trembled. Sweat ran down my back.

After nearly an hour of this, I was a mess, begging, cursing, nearly crying from frustration.

"Damien... I need it... please let me cum..."

He finally pushed me forward over the sink, lining his thick cock up with my sore hole.

"Watch," he ordered, gripping my chin so I had to look in the mirror. "Watch yourself get fucked."

He thrust in hard, one long stroke that made me cry out. The burn mixed with pleasure as he filled me again, bare and deep.

"Oh shit…" My mouth fell open as he started pounding me, hips slapping against my ass.

"Look at that face," he growled, eyes locked on mine in the reflection. "That's the face of my office whore getting his hole wrecked."

He fucked me harder, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to stroke me again. This time he didn't stop. The mirror showed everything, my cock bouncing, my face twisted in pleasure, his powerful body driving into me.

"Fuck me," I gasped, broken. "Harder…"

"That's it. Beg for it." He slammed deeper, hitting that spot that made me see stars. "Whose hole is this?"

"Yours," I moaned loudly. "It's your hole, sir…"

He groaned and fucked me faster, the wet sounds echoing off the tiles. My orgasm built fast this time, unstoppable.

"Cum for me, Alex. Show me how much you love this."

I shattered. Thick ropes of cum shot across the sink as my whole body clenched around him. I cried out, legs buckling, but he held me up, still pounding through it.

"Good boy," he praised, voice rough.

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. Stroking himself fast, he aimed at my face.

"Open."

I obeyed just as he came, fresh hot spurts landing on my tongue, my lips, my cheeks. I swallowed what I could, gasping.

He tucked himself away, breathing heavy, then leaned down close while I was still on my knees, covered in his cum again.

"By the way," he whispered against my ear, voice dark and possessive. "I already canceled your apartment lease. You're moving into my place tonight."