“Bring it on, Mr. CEO,” Andy said. “My portfolio can handle anything you’ve got.”
Thirty-Nine
ANDY
In a swift maneuver that left me breathless, Matt flipped our positions, pinning me against the headboard, my legs splayed on either side of his hips. His arm banded around my waist, a thrilling promise of what was to come.
“Time for some aggressive market penetration,” he growled playfully, his eyes darkening with desire.
Before I could catch my breath, he plunged into me, his cock a searing heat that filled me to the hilt. I groaned, squirming against the delicious intrusion, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets for purchase as he began to move.
“How’s that for corporate restructuring?” Matt’s voice was rough with need.
“Definitely exceeding market expectations,” I gasped, my back arching off the bed. “Though your aggressive growth strategy is… quite overwhelming.”
His chuckle rumbled through me like a successful merger. “You’re cornering the market on perfection,” he grunted, his pace relentless. “Such a premium investment.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Always happy to accommodate your capital injection,” I managed between moans as he hit that sweet spot repeatedly.
Our kisses were frenzied, all-consuming, a tangle of tongues and teeth that echoed the fierce claiming of our bodies. I was lost in the rhythm, the push and pull, the exquisite friction that built with each driving thrust.
“Ready for the merger of a lifetime?” Matt’s voice was a sinful whisper against my skin, his eyes locked on mine as he pounded into me with a ruthless precision that left me trembling on the edge.
“God, yes,” I hissed, the word dragged from the very depths of my being. “Your hostile takeover techniques are… unmatched in the industry.”
He only fucked me harder, his body moving against mine with a raw, animalistic grace that spoke of power and control. And yet there was a tenderness in the way he held me, a reverence in his touch that belied the ferocity of our coupling.
I don’t know how long we remained locked in that timeless dance of pleasure and need. All I knew was the rising tide of ecstasy that crested and broke over me, wave after wave of sensation that ripped a cry from my throat as I came, my release painting hot stripes across his abdomen.
The wave of pleasure from my climax had barely receded when I felt Matt’s relentless rhythm continue, each thrust a declaration of his insatiable desire. His lips crashed against mine, stealing my breath, my protests, my everything.
“Your hostile takeover techniques are quite ruthless, Mr. CEO,” I gasped between kisses. “The company has already surrendered its assets.”
He smirked against my skin, a predator baring his teeth in the throes of conquest. “A good CEO never stops until he’s satisfied.” His voice dropped to a sinful purr. “And his acquisitions are satisfied tenfold. Consider this a thorough audit of your pleasure centers.”
Before I could retort, his hand wrapped around my spent cock, working me with the same expertise he applied to million-dollar deals. The dual sensation of his relentless thrusting and skilled stroking had me writhing beneath him, my body responding like an eager startup to a venture capitalist’s attention.
“Jesus, Matt,” I moaned, my attempt at a glare dissolving into another bout of pleasure-induced squirming. “This is corporate tyranny at its finest.”
“Just implementing my satisfaction guarantee policy,” he chuckled darkly, driving deeper. “And you seem very… satisfied with our service package.”
I tried to maintain some semblance of control, but Matt’s masterful manipulation of my body left me powerless to resist. He seemed to revel in watching me come undone, like a CEO savoring the moment a rival company finally yields to his demands.
Another orgasm crashed over me, my cry of surrender echoing off the walls. But Matt, true to his word, didn’t slow his assault on my senses. If anything, his thrusts became more determined, more precise, like a drill targeting the sweetest spots of my soul.
“Your stamina is impressive,” I managed between gasps, “but this has to violate some antitrust laws.”
“Baby,” he growled, his hand never stopping its torturous rhythm on my cock, “in this bedroom, I make the rules. And right now, I’m implementing a multiple satisfaction clause.”
The intensity built again, each thrust and stroke pushing me toward another peak. I clung to him, my nails leaving crescent moons on his broad shoulders as pleasure coursed through me once more. My world narrowed to the points where our bodies connected, where Matt claimed me with a thoroughness that would put his business acquisitions to shame.
When my fourth orgasm hit, it was almost too much to bear. I came with a broken cry of his name, my body trembling beneath his relentless assault. Only then did Matt finally let go, his own release filling me with a heat that branded me as his most precious asset.
As we lay there, catching our breath, I managed a weak chuckle. “I think… we just redefined the meaning of corporate excess.”
“Mmm,” Matt hummed, pressing a tender kiss to my temple. “Just ensuring maximum return on investment.”
“Well,” I said, snuggling closer, “your performance metrics are off the charts. Though I might need a recovery period before our next quarterly review.”
