The CEO Is Obsessed With Me

People always say sinning is sweet because it’s wrong. Guilty pleasures you just couldn’t ignore.

For Aurelia, Luke was the perfect definition of sin. Her guilty pleasure, one that never failed to bring her to oblivion.

This man was leading her straight to hell, burning her with a flame ignited by his unfiltered passion.

Aurelia hissed through gritted teeth, her back arching as her hands dug into Luke’s dark curls, pulling at his roots as he sent endless volts of electricity through her body, causing her to let out sounds that were nothing but soothing harmony to his ears.

Luke’s movements were deliberate and calculated, a master of the art of seduction. As his tongue worked its magic, Aurelia’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with each flick and swirl. He was just too good at this, hitting the right spots over and over again.

“Ahh…” She gripped the edges of the countertop with her free hand, her knuckles turning white as she surrendered to the intoxicating ecstasy coursing through her.

Luke smiled against her pussy, thoroughly enjoying how her needy juices flowed into his mouth. She tasted like salted honey, sweet and savory. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Fuck.” He exclaimed, his grip on her thighs tightening as he angled his head, causing her to jerk as he thrust his tongue into her entrance. His teeth grazed her clit at the same time, and Aurelia yelled out, her mouth falling open at the shock of the sudden sensation.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

A deep growl rumbled in Luke’s chest as her hips bucked against his face, moving at a rhythmic pace that made his dick throb painfully. He puckered his lips and sucked hard on her clit, glancing at her with hooded eyes as his tongue stroked her warm insides.

Aurelia felt tears sting her eyes as her gaze locked on his, chest heaving. Her breath hitched with every stroke of his tongue. It was a power he relished, a control he craved. He could feel her nearing the edge, her moans becoming more desperate, her body tensing with anticipation.

She threw her head back, her release bubbling in her core, ready to explode. But just as she was about to tip over into the abyss, he pulled back, earning a frustrated whimper from her.

Luke looked up, his heated gaze never leaving hers as a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. “Not yet,” he rasped, his voice a low growl. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

Aurelia’s eyes fluttered open, filled with a mix of frustration and longing. She anxiously pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, contemplating as she looked down at him.

Luke chuckled at her hesitance. He wordlessly stood to his feet, and Aurelia watched with wide eyes as he stripped in front of her. He made sure to give her a good show, starting from his shirt.

Aurelia unconsciously licked her lips as his tanned skin glowed under the bright light, illuminating his chiseled abs. Then her sultry gaze lowered to his abdomen, her heartbeat picking up as his boxers slipped down his muscular legs, revealing his hard cock.

Luke’s fingers wrapped around his length, his other hand moving to grasp her chin. His gaze penetrated her very soul, his lips parted to sigh as he touched himself.

“One word Aurelia,” He muttered, his tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip. Aurelia whimpered softly as his hips ground into hers, his dick pressing against her pelvis. She swallowed hard, consumed by the heat that emanated from his skin.

“Beg.”

Instead, she said something else. “Arroyal….” Her voice was small, trembling with need. Luke froze, his eyes rounding.

Arroyal was his cursed middle name, one he’d never really used. It was a name he’d hated for a long time, and Veronica, who was his high school friend, was the only one who called him that. She only started calling him Arroyal just to piss him off, and it worked like a charm, but then she never stopped, even as years passed. He simply got used to it eventually.

No one else dared refer to him by that name, and that was because he’d done a good job of erasing it from his legal papers.

So now he wondered…why the name he hated so much sounded so good coming from her mouth.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Aurelia reached out to him, her hands trembled as she caressed his chest, feeling the tremor of his heartbeat against her palm.

His heart was beating really fast. So fast she could subtly hear it.

“Please, Arroyal.” She swallowed her pride, her need for release overpowering her stubbornness.

Calling him Arroyal was by accident, or maybe it was pure instinct. She didn’t mean to say it, it slipped out before she could comprehend a single thought, but she couldn’t deny that it felt more intimate in a way.

The name rolled off her tongue so easily, just the way Veronica had called out to him.

A silly thought popped into her mind. One that caused a bitter feeling to spread through her.

Had she called him that in such a position as well?

Aurelia shook her head to banish the thought, snapping out of her temporary daze. She noticed that Luke remained frozen and panicked. He lowered his head, hiding his expression from her as he fell silent.

Oh no. She thought, not knowing what to do or say. Had she crossed the line?

Luke’s silence stretched, an unsettling tension hanging in the air. Aurelia’s heart pounded, fear of rejection slicing through her lingering arousal. She wanted to speak, but her mind went blank, unsure if she had indeed overstepped her boundaries.

Slowly, Luke raised his head, his eyes dark and unreadable. The silence between them was deafening, and Aurelia grew sacred. For a moment, she felt the sharp sting of regret, wishing she could take back the word that had so clearly affected him.

But then, all to her surprise, Luke’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous grin. “Say it again,” he commanded, his voice rough with an edge she had never heard before.

Aurelia blinked, confusion mingling with her desire. She hesitated, her heart rate matching his. “Arroyal,” she repeated softly, her uncertainty evident in her tone.

Something shifted in Luke’s expression, a flicker of something intense and primal. He moved swiftly, his hands gripping her hips with a renewed fervor, lifting her off the countertop. Aurelia gasped as she quickly held onto his shoulders to steady herself, soon feeling the cold surface of the wall against her back.

Without warning, Luke drove into her, hard and deep.

Aurelia’s cries filled the room, her body quaking with the force of his thrust. She clung to him, her head buried into the crook of his neck as she hooked her legs around his waist.

“Oh fuck yes.” Luke moaned out loud, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoing around them. “Fuck. You feel better than before. Damn Aurelia.”

Aurelia huffed, her body bouncing as he relentlessly pounded into her, filling her to the brim with his girth.

Her back slid against the cold walls as his hips snapped forward, her wetness acting as a natural lubricant, letting him stretch her walls.

“Arroyal!” She yelled. Her nails clawed at his shoulders, but Luke didn’t mind, he was too lost in the feeling of her pussy squeezing around him.

“Beg for me,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure down her spine.

This time there was no hesitance in her voice. “Please, Arroyal,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “I need you. Please.”

The sound of his middle name falling from her lips made his head spin, fueling his desire on a whole other level. With a deep growl, Luke captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his hands squeezing her round ass as his thrusts became faster, driving her to the brink once more.

Aurelia moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch, desperate for the release he had denied her. She was on the edge, dangling over the precipice, her entire being consumed by the need for him.

Luke pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark and full of promise. “You do things to me, Aurelia, things that made me go mad,” he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. “Come for me darling, sing my name with that pretty voice of yours.”

With those words, he plunged into her, filling her completely. Aurelia cried out, her body shattering as she finally found the release she had been craving. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, and Luke held her through it all, his movements steady and sure, guiding her through the storm as he also came down from his high.

As her climax subsided, Aurelia clung to him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Luke pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his touch gentle now, a stark contrast to the fierce passion of moments before.

“Arroyal,” she whispered once more, the name now a secret shared between them, a bond forged in the fires of their desire.

Luke smiled against her skin, his hold on her tightening. “Only for you,” he murmured, his voice soft and heavy with admiration. “Only for you, Aurelia.”