The Heiress & The CEO

CLAIRE

That hot mouth was sucking my breast, my fingers entwined in those blonde strands, my body arching for more of him as my breathing became even more labored.

Damn...

Why was it so good? My body was already tingling all over, and my pussy? It was so wet that I could feel my panties soaked. And when his fingers started teasing me, just tracing the outline of my pussy, threatening to enter, threatening to stimulate my clit... I almost cried in frustration.

"Stop... torturing me..." I said between moans, only for him to bring his face closer to mine, a sly smile appearing on his face, filled with mischief.

"Should I?" he teased, turning my body towards the wall, "what would I gain from that?" His voice was close to my ear at that moment, kisses starting to be planted on my back, one of his hands continuing on my breast.

"Please..." I whimpered.

"Is that all you've got?" He clearly mocked, his fingers starting to move on my clit with precision, "darling... you're so simple-minded..."

I thought about telling him to fuck off at that moment, but honestly? I didn't care, not when waves of pleasure were spreading through my body, and I was grateful that the music at the party was loud enough for no one to hear my moans.

"M-more... faster..." I begged, my hips arching so much that I could feel his hard cock inside his pants, as if it was about to burst out.

But I didn't have much time to think about that, since he had started moving even faster, my nails almost tearing the wall of my room.

"Lower, darling... what if someone passes by here?" That blonde guy said with a tone so cunning, that I didn't know if I found it sexy or just a complete asshole, "you should be more careful..."

I took a deep breath.

I bit my lip to try to keep my voice lower, and when he noticed that, he seemed to want to worsen my situation with all his might.

He went down my body with kisses, bites, and hickies, and then? He put his own mouth in the middle of my legs, his fingers penetrating me.

Heaven...

My eyes were rolling completely as he did that, and I had to suppress my moans so much that I was almost crying, my legs almost starting to give way, one of my hands starting to push his head into me.

I wanted more of that sensation.

I wanted a lot, lot more...

"Ah... deeper..." I practically begged, still trying to keep my voice low, my hand under control to not pull those blonde hairs, "like that... oh... just like that..."

He seemed to smile when I said that, my pussy getting wetter and tighter, and like the beautiful sadist that bastard was... he started thrusting his fingers even stronger inside me, his mouth sucking and licking me with desire.

I didn't know how many times I had cum by that point, and all I could tell was that my body was becoming more and more sensitive to it, my legs almost giving way, my body almost collapsing to the ground. Which seemed to make him have a little mercy on my soul, my body being taken to the bed while he kissed me, my legs being placed around his waist as I felt my body recline on the mattress.

And when he took off his belt and his cock came out of his pants? Damn...

That thing was huge.

I didn't know if it would fit.

Fuck...

But I should have known, he's tall as fuck, and even though his body was more delicate, his muscles were defined, marked.

However, before putting it in, he seemed to want to calm me down before that, a kiss being placed on my forehead, another on the tip of my nose, and when it reached my mouth... I felt him place that enormous thing right against my pussy.

Our kiss became more intense after that, my arms wrapping around his neck, and when I felt him enter, a burning sensation took over my body, along with a pleasure that made me moan between the kisses, my nails sinking into his pale back.

He started moving inside me after entering, his movements increasing in strength and speed with each thrust, my head leaning back, my eyes rolling.

His cock filled me completely, and it was getting better with each passing second, my pussy getting tighter, and so wet that I felt something dripping. His mouth then went to my neck, hickeys being made there, and then going to my breasts.

But I could hardly feel his mouth making hickeys and bites on my body at that moment, I could only feel that pleasure that seemed to spread more and more, my pussy starting to throb along with his cock that seemed to have gotten even harder inside me, pulsating.

His movements became much rougher and stronger after a while, and my legs brought him even closer, my nails sinking even deeper into his flesh, and everything in my body? Seemed to be begging for more.

Yes, much more of him.

I wanted him to fuck me until the night ended, for that sensation to continue, and damn... the orgasms were the best.

I had lost count of how many times I had cum by now, and honestly? I didn't need to know.

I didn't need to, because I knew that this was far from over, because that blondie? He seemed to be just getting started.

CLAIRE

"Are you okay?" It was the first thing I heard coming out of those pink lips, his body crouching down to be at the same height as mine, "here... you need it more than I do."

The blond handed me a white handkerchief after saying that, one that had embroidery on the edges, along with a 'G'.

"Thank you..." I thanked after taking the handkerchief, only to feel guilty for staining it with my mascara, "I'm... sorry for that..."

"It's alright, I have about... twenty more of these at home." He spoke simply, "but... what made you cry? Broken heart?"

I sighed.

"How did you guess?" I questioned before blowing my nose.

"It was just a hunch." He shrugged, "do you want to vent? I promise I'm a great listener, and I won't spread anything."

I shrugged.

What did I have to lose at this point?

"I was cheated on." I spoke without any filter, no longer caring about my etiquette lessons or the manners I always had to uphold in society.

After all, let's face it... I had smudged makeup, tears streaming down, and my dress completely spread out on the floor – the garden floor!

"You?" The blond looked me up and down, an incredulous smile appearing on his lips, "the person who was with you must not have been very smart."

"Maybe." I let out, a sigh escaping my lungs, "but... I also didn't pay much attention to him, apparently, and that ruined our relationship."

"Was that the flimsy excuse he gave?" He laughed mockingly, "my dear... if he really wanted to maintain your relationship, he would have looked for you, or found a way for you to have time together, right?"

"I don't know..." I huffed, "he just threw all that in my face, you know? But what guarantees that was the real reason? Seriously! He knew I had my plans, my ambitions, and he didn't care about any of it while he was fucking my friend!"

"Heavens, this is getting more and more cliché." He mocked, "was it your best friend, or just a friend? Just curious."

"Do I look like someone who has best friends?" I buried my face in my own hands, "and actually, I think I have no one."

Damn.

I was feeling that again.

That emptiness in my chest, and that thought that I had no one to rely on, and that no one in my life... was truly there for me.

"That's a sad thing to say..." He seemed distressed as he said it, as if he genuinely felt empathy for my being (for some unknown reason), "but you know... that can always change?"

"It can?" I laughed, "well, it doesn't matter in the end, right? I'm a LeBlanc, after all. I only need myself, and the money that will one day... be mine alone."

"That still sounds lonely and sad." He seemed to want to reinforce that idea in a way, "humans are social beings, you know?"

"Are you speaking from personal experience?" I ended up speaking as I looked at him, those golden eyes seeming to shine in the midst of the night.

"And if I am, huh?" He asked me, "shouldn't you listen to the voice of experience?"

His hands came towards my face – probably because I had finally stopped crying – wiping away my tears that were probably black; his hand doing so with a certain lightness, delicacy.

Damn... he was really attractive.

Why did he have to have this delicate face, a slightly defined jawline, and... those eyes, feline eyes like those of a cat, and a smile that... heavens...

You know what? If George can... so can I.

I was going to fuck this blond.

"Do you... want to continue this conversation in a more private place?" I asked as I stood up, my hand reaching out to help him up, "we have a whole house for that."

"As you wish." He seemed to speak innocently, as if he didn't even know what awaited him, my hand guiding him to my room (which I knew no one would come to by the end of the night).

And as soon as we entered it? I kissed him.

I kissed him by pressing him against the wall, and when I thought he would push me away? The blond pulled me closer, his hands sliding down my back, to my hips...

"Wait..." he spoke with a breathless voice, "are you... sure about this?"

Cute.

He was probably asking that because he knew the state I was in, because he knew I was fragile, and... someone's regret after sex? It must be depressing.

However, I wouldn't regret it.

I wanted him, and it wasn't just because I had been cheated on, no... it was because now I could.

"Darling... I'm not foolish enough to use you as a patch for my broken heart." I spoke alongside my eyes that were fixed on his, my hands going to the buttons of his shirt, "and you? Will you deny me?"

ALEXIS

I swallowed hard.

How could she ask me that? Especially with those green eyes staring at me with pure desire, as if questioning whether I would be a monster and deny her.

And now? Her face was no longer stained from smeared makeup, and thanks to the light of the bedside lamp that was still on, I could see that delicate face, those plump lips that looked like a doll's, the small neck, the prominent collarbones.

Fuck.

How did I get myself into this?

"You're taking too long to answer, I guess that's a 'no'..." she withdrew her own hands, her body distancing itself.

But in that gaze? There was no sadness due to rejection, no... there was a cunning air, like that of a fox.

And that made me unable to hold back anymore, my body pushing her against the wall, my lips sealing against hers, my tongue invading her mouth, her heart racing as her hands came towards my neck, my hair.

Before I could even notice, my hands were removing her dress, and she? Was unbuttoning my shirt, my lips trailing down her neck, going to her breasts that now? Were exposed.

My mouth began to lick her chest, my hand squeezing the other, moans could be heard.

That made me even more aroused, and when her body started moving towards me as if wanting more? That's when I lost my mind completely.

I wanted her.

I wanted Claire LeBlanc losing all the composure she had while descending those stairs.

CLAIRE

That hot mouth was sucking on my breast, my fingers intertwining with those blonde locks, my body arching for more of him while my breathing became even more erratic.

Damn...

Why was it so good? My body had already shivered with pleasure, and my pussy? It was so wet that I could feel my soaked panties. And when his fingers started playing with me, just teasing my pussy, threatening to enter, threatening to stimulate my clit... I almost cried out of frustration.

"Stop... torturing me..." I spoke between moans, only for him to bring his face close to mine, a smirk appearing on his mischievous expression.

"Should I?" He said, turning my body against the wall, "What would I gain from that?" His voice was near my ear at that moment, kisses starting to be planted on my back, one of his hands continuing on my breast.

"Please..." I whimpered.

"Is that all you've got?" He clearly mocked, his fingers starting to move on my clit with precision, "darling... you're so simple..."

I even thought about telling him to go fuck himself at that moment, but honestly? I didn't care, not while waves of pleasure spread throughout my body, and I was grateful that the music at the ball was loud enough for no one to hear my moans.

"M-more... faster..." I pleaded, my hips arching so much that I could feel his hard cock inside his pants, as if it was going to burst out.

But I didn't have much time to think about that, since he had started moving even faster, my nails almost tearing the wall of my room.

"Lower, darling... what if someone passes by here?" That blond guy said with such cunning, that I didn't know if I found it sexy or just downright fucking annoying, "You should be more careful..."

I took a deep breath.

I bit my lip to try to keep my voice lower, and when he noticed that, he seemed to want to worsen my situation with all his might.

He went down my body with kisses, bites, and hickies, and then? He put his own mouth in the middle of my legs, his fingers plunging inside me.

Heaven...

My eyes were rolling completely while he did that, and I had to contain my moans so much that I was almost in tears, my legs almost starting to give way, one of my hands starting to push his head into me.

I wanted more of that sensation.

I wanted so much, so much more...

"Ah... deeper..." I practically begged, still trying to keep my voice low, my hand under control not to rip those blonde hairs out, "like... this..."

He seemed to smile when I said that, my pussy getting wetter and tighter, and like the beautiful sadist that he was... he started thrusting his fingers even harder inside me, his mouth sucking and licking me eagerly.

I didn't know how many times I had orgasmed by that point, and all I could tell was that my body was becoming more and more sensitive to it, my legs almost giving way, my body almost collapsing to the floor. It seemed to make him have a little bit of mercy on my soul, my body being taken to the bed as he kissed me, my legs being placed around his waist as I felt my body sink into the mattress.

And when he took off his belt and his cock came out of his pants? Fuck...

That thing was huge.

I didn't know if it would fit.

Fuck...

But I should've figured, he's tall as fuck, and as much as his body was more delicate, his muscles were defined, marked.

However, before putting it in, he seemed to want to calm me down before that, giving me a kiss on the forehead, another on the tip of my nose, and when he reached my mouth... I felt him place that huge thing right against my pussy.

Our kiss became more intense after that, my arms wrapping around his neck, and when I felt him enter, a burning sensation took over my body, along with a pleasure that made me moan between kisses, my nails sinking into his pale back.

He started moving inside me after entering, his movements increasing in strength and speed with each thrust, my head leaning back, my eyes rolling.

His cock filled me completely, and it was getting better with each passing second, my pussy getting tighter, and so wet that I felt something dripping. His mouth then went to my neck, hickies being made there, and then going to my breasts.

But I could barely feel his mouth making hickies and bites on my body at that moment, all I could feel was that pleasure spreading more and more, my pussy starting to throb along with his cock that seemed to have gotten even harder inside me, pulsating.

His movements started to become rougher and stronger after a while, and my legs brought him even closer, my nails sinking even deeper into his flesh, and everything in my body? Seemed to ask for more.

Yes, much more of him.

I wanted him to fuck me until the night ended, for that sensation to continue, and fuck... the orgasms were the best.

I had lost count of how many times I had climaxed by now, and honestly? I didn't need to know.

I didn't need to, because I knew that this would still take a long time to end, because that blondie? He seemed to be just getting started.