Mr. CEO(152)

I've never been ordered around by a man like this before, and it's with a little thrill that I get on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air. “Take what’s yours…”

Jackson leans down and kisses the exposed skin on my back in between the waistband of my pants and my top, and trails his tongue all the way up to my neck before whispering in my ear. “Now, undo your pants and let me see you.”

I reach down and undo my belt, a gasp escaping me when Jackson takes my pants in his grip and pulls them down over my hips to my knees. I'm left in just my panties, and Jackson runs his hand over my left ass cheek, stretching out next to me as he does. “I want to look you in the eyes as I do this,” he says, and I turn my face to look at him directly. “Three smacks, for three weeks. Fair?”

“Very fair,” I agree, then purr. “Sir.”

Jackson smirks and leans in. Our lips meet and we kiss, his tongue wrapping around mine. I'm so lost in the kiss that when his hand smacks down, cracking into my ass, the pain is lost in the pleasure and surprise, a warmth spreading from where his hand is rubbing now, massaging and squeezing my ass slowly. “One.”

His hand lifts again, pausing for a moment before smacking down again, just on the edge where the warmth and sting become painful, and again he rubs my ass, this time slipping his hand inside my panties and making me moan in desire. My pussy is throbbing, and I can't believe that it feels this good. “Two.”

Jackson gets behind me and eases my panties down, lifting my legs one at a time to pull my pants all the way off, leaving me naked from the waist down. I tremble in anticipation as the scent of my arousal hits my nose, and I know he can smell how turned on I am. “Ready, sir.”

His hand descends again, smacking against my right cheek this time, a firework of heat that shoots straight through me, and I cry out softly. “Oh, Jackson... my husband...”

Jackson hums happily at my words, and I hear his belt release, but before he can do anything, I turn on the bed, grabbing his hands. “No... please, let me.”

He takes his hands away and I unbutton his jeans, not even needing to do the zipper the waist is so baggy. We'd laughed and joked about it as we walked to the pizza parlor, how our fashion sense would be matching more from now on. Now I see another advantage as his cock surges from his boxers, and I wrap my hand around it, licking the head before Jackson can even react. He groans deeply, and I suck him in, running my tongue all around the underside and head of his cock lovingly, worshiping him and trying to show him just how sexy and powerful I know he is.

“Katrina...” he groans, resting his hands on my head. I pause and let him hold my head still as he begins to pump in and out slowly, fucking my face slowly and thoroughly. His cock is thick, sliding deep into my mouth and tickling the back of my throat with each thrust, and I reach under him to cup his balls and roll them between my fingers. “Oh my perfect Katrina.”

He pulls out, and I smile softly. “Is that what you like?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jackson replies, caressing my face. “Is this what you like?”

“This time,” I growl, turning around and wiggling my ass at him. “And this is what I want most.”

“Mmm, I like that idea,” he says, grabbing my hips and pulling me back. “Just a little rough, but not too much?”

“I can take it pretty rough,” I challenge him. “But remember that if you get too rough, I fight back.”

Jackson pushes me down, stretching me out on the mattress, with just my ass sticking up a little bit. I feel his cock against the lips of my pussy and he drives forward, stretching me open in one long stroke until he's all the way inside me. Lightning shoots from his cock to my brain as he pulls back and thrusts again, and I give myself to him, wanting Jackson to take me, to make me his forever.

With unrelenting, powerful hammering thrusts, Jackson fills me again and again, his hips smashing into my ass each time. He stretches out on top of me, kissing and sucking hard on my neck, and when he bites, I'm moaning, lost in the pleasure of his cock filling me and his skin pressed against my back. I can feel the pain of his teeth on my skin, and I know he's leaving a mark, maybe a bruise, and I only hope that he actually breaks the skin, scarring me and marking me as his forever.

I'm crushed under him, but I push my hips back, begging for more, and Jackson groans, pleased. He lifts up, and pulls me back onto my knees as he settles behind me. “You are perfect,” he says as he starts thrusting again, hard and fast, so fast I’m constantly being lit up with fireworks from another punishing stroke. “Nobody has ever pushed back and wanted more.”