Fantasizing you, Mr. CEO

Chapter3

Before Roxy realizes it, he teases her entrance, rubbing back and forth, evoking whimpering sounds from her. A smile forms on his face as his beard brushes against her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Roxy can sense the taunting in his actions, and she moans in frustration, feeling his c**k slick with her arousal.

Desperate for connection, Roxy kisses him passionately and bites his lower lip, causing him to grunt in response. He pushes himself inside her, prompting her eyes to burst open and a scream to escape her chest at his girth and length. He continues to thrust into her, hard, relentless, and rough. As much as it pleases her, Roxy surrenders to the force and lets out loud, erotic moans that are drowned out by the blaring music. He takes control of her body, using it for his own pleasure.

His hands dig into her flesh, gripping her thighs tightly, creating a sweet sting. He f***s her with increasing intensity, moving her up and down at a vigorous pace. Roxy's breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts, and she revels in the sensation. Moaning at the top of her lungs, she is amazed that no one else seems to notice. She is consumed by ecstasy as her back slides against the cool wall, riding his huge, throbbing erection that fills every inch of her, driving her closer to release.

He continues to thrust inside her, hitting her sensitive spot, building up an intense climax. But just as the sensations peak, he pulls her off him, eliciting a roaring protest from Roxy. He places her down and turns her around so her backside faces him. Pushing her against the wall, he thrusts into her once again. She yelps with pleasure, welcoming his forceful, dominating movements. This is how she believes every woman should be f****d—desired and pleasured.

He grabs a firm handful of her ass, skillfully working his hands to create intense pleasure. And then comes the unexpected— a sharp smack on her ass. Roxy gasps in shock, her eyes shooting open, her back arching involuntarily. He pushes her back down, maintaining her position. The mix of pain and pleasure sends a rush of arousal through her body. She can't believe how good it feels, the delicious sting and spreading heat across her ass as he continues to f**k her relentlessly. It feels...good? She tries to ignore the conflicting emotions, reminding herself that she shouldn't enjoy this.

Her thoughts are interrupted when, again, he delivers a hard smack. Roxy bites her lower lip to muffle her reaction. The heat courses through her skin with each strike, the sweet sting throbbing and leaving her skin hot. Instantly, she feels more moisture between her legs, astonished at her own response to the pain. She realizes, much to her surprise, that she craves more. A conflicting mixture of confusion and desire stirs within her—how is it possible to find pleasure in such intense sensations?

Roxy revels in the sensation of the cool, smooth surface against her heated face as he continues to ravish her pleasure-seeking body. With one hand, he firmly grasps both of her hands, holding them behind her back. With his other hand, he skillfully finds her clit, eliciting a gasp from her at the exquisite touch. Using small circles, he teases and plays with her sensitive bundle of nerves, exerting his control over her like a toy. Overwhelmed with wild, uncontrollable delight, Roxy can barely handle the intensity—it's beyond anything she's ever experienced before.

He possesses an intimate knowledge of her body, skillfully guiding her against the wall, restricting her movements as he relentlessly pounds into her. She teeters on the edge, the building pleasure threatening to push her over. Somehow, he senses her impending release and expertly pinches her clit. With a cry of ecstasy, she climaxes, her body trembling with satisfaction. She feels herself unraveling, yet he maintains his momentum, continuing to f**k her until she feels his c**k throb and pulse, releasing inside her.

He gradually slows his rhythmic thrusts, freeing her hands before firmly gripping her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other, lifting her up and guiding her to stand against the wall. Weak and in need of support, her legs betray her, leaving her feeling like cooked noodles.

Roxy's experience of such hedonistic pleasure and euphoria is entirely new to her. She has never been f****d with such intensity, nor has she ever experienced such powerful sensations of pain and pleasure. She wrestles with conflicting emotions, feeling both shame and enjoyment at the sensations that elicited such intense pleasure.

Though she had been lost in the intense passion of the moment, Roxy suddenly returns to reality when he breaks the passionate kiss. She faces the truth that it had all been in her head. A flush of color fills her cheeks, embarrassed by her vivid imagination. She silently resolves to keep her fantasies and desires to herself, keenly aware of how red her face must appear. The darkness and her mask provide a small comfort, allowing her to conceal her embarrassment.

In that brief moment of clarity, Roxy dares to look up, her gaze gliding over his scruffy jaw and full lips before meeting his eyes. In a flash, she confirms her suspicion—they are light grey eyes. Hooded and filled with hunger, they stare back at her. Panic rushes through her, as she desperately hopes that her boss isn't the one she had passionately kissed and engaged in intimate acts with. She shakes her head, trying to dismiss the thought, chiding herself for entertaining such unrealistic dreams. She brushes off the idea, not wanting to believe the truth.

Yet, as she locks eyes with him, a moving light briefly illuminates his face, revealing his unmistakable light grey eyes. Shock reverberates through her. She can't believe that she had just engaged in such intimate acts with her boss, the one she had shoved her tongue down his throat, the one who had caressed her thighs and kissed her neck while pressed against her. She feels a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty, her eyes darting in every direction but his, not knowing how to face the reality of the situation.

If it had been anyone else, it might have been easier to handle, but having engaged in such intimate acts with her boss creates a complex and uncomfortable situation for Roxy. The thought of working with him and facing him after their passionate encounter fills her with anxiety and uncertainty. She wonders how she will be able to look into his beautiful eyes without being reminded of the passionate kiss and the fantasies that consumed her mind.

Overwhelmed by these thoughts, Roxy feels a desperate need to escape. Without exchanging a word, she looks into his hooded eyes once more before abruptly running off to find Sherry. Making her way back to their booth, she retrieves their belongings and weaves through the crowd in search of her friend.

She finds Sherry in the bathroom, sharing the news that they have to leave. Sherry's initial confusion quickly turns to excitement as she explains about Eric and his phone number. However, Roxy's worry is palpable, her voice expressing her concerns as she covers her face with her hands. Sensing her distress, Sherry grabs Roxy's wrists, pulling her hands down and recognizing the worry etched on her face. She whispers reassuringly, "Okay, let's go."

As they make their way through the club, Roxy can't shake the feeling of being watched. Once again, she senses that magnetic pull and turns her head to meet his gaze. He stares at her as they cross the dance floor, his devilish smile suggesting he knows the thoughts that had consumed her just moments ago. Overwhelmed by the encounter, Roxy quickly averts her gaze and hurriedly makes her way across the floor. Finally, as they step outside and fresh air fills her lungs, Sherry expresses her concern and asks if everything is okay, prompting Roxy to share the unexpected encounter with the mysterious man who had taken control of her mind and body.

Sherry manages to hail a cab, and during the long ride home, Roxy divulges all the juicy details of their encounter, seeking solace and understanding in her friend's presence.