Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 98: Easing His Madness [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

The room was filled with nothing but the wet sounds of hungry lips sucking greedily at slick flesh, and a girl’s muffled moaning.

On the long black couch, Kaija was down on both knees, her hands barely gripping the back of the couch, her face buried into the cushion along with the soft, trembling sounds escaping her mouth.

Her bottom was lifted, her wool skirt pushed up all the way to her waist. With her knees spread wide, her most intimate part was fully exposed to the man kneeling on the floor behind her.

Charles buried his face into the soft, wet folds of her pussy, spread open even further by his fingers pressing into the insides of her thighs. His tongue slid in and out of the tiny hole hidden between the folds, one thumb hooking aside the black silk of the panties she was still wearing.

The whites of his eyes were laced with thin red veins now, his silver gaze hazy, if not delirious, as he watched her tiny rear hole twitch with every thrust of his tongue into her lower one.

"Charles... Charles... I can’t..." Her moans were swallowed by the cushion, the sound as helpless as how she felt.

He’d crashed his lips against hers the moment he finished that frustrated speech, before she could say a single word back. How that feverish kiss had turned into a full feast on her pussy in one swift turn of his hand on her waist and a decisive push to her back, she had no idea.

But Charles gave no answer. He was far too busy increasing the pace of his tongue, determined to drag more shameless, broken sounds out of her. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Perhaps his only response to her desperate pleading was the faint curl of his lips into a victorious smirk, carefully hidden between her butt cheeks.

Finally, she was calling him by his name, now that he’d fucked her senseless using only his tongue.

Those irritating syllables spelling out "Mr. Kosonen" were long gone, tossed out the window the moment he slid his hands under her skirt and shoved it up her waist.

"You can’t what?" he asked, giving the side of her butt a sharp, stinging spank as he rose from the floor, finally giving her pussy a rest after relentlessly, thoroughly assaulting it for the past fifteen minutes.

His hands quickly undid his belt and unzipped his pants, shoving them down along with his boxer and tossing them onto the opposite couch next to the suit jacket he’d discarded earlier.

Still trembling, Kaija pushed herself up from the cushion, turning around to see what Charles intended to do, now that he’d finally given her a break.

Not that she felt grateful for it. In fact, she was terrified.

In her experience, she knew damn well there was no such thing as a "break" with Charles Kosonen. A break was just a bridge, leading straight into something even more physically exhausting, if not mentally shattering.

Seeing her face, now dazed with dread, yet still damp with lust, thoroughly flushed from too many mind-shattering orgasms he’d given her, the corner of his mouth lifted again.

Her lips were now only quivering faintly, barely able to form a single word to save herself from what she already knew was coming.

"You can’t take it anymore?" he teased, voice low and wicked. "Or you can’t wait anymore?"

She shook her head vigorously, hazy gaze bouncing helplessly between his darkened face and the rock-hard, throbbing length he was stroking in his hand.

"W-what... what if someone walks in?" she finally managed, the words tumbling out in weak, ragged breaths.

"Is that really what you’re thinking about after I’ve eaten you out so thoroughly for the past fifteen minutes?" he muttered, smacking her butt so hard her body jolted forward against the couch. If that was the case, then clearly he hadn’t been nearly serious enough in his work.

"I don’t wanna be seen like this!" she hissed, snapping her head toward him with a sharp, furious glare.

His brow tightened in clear displeasure. "You think I’d let anyone else see you in this state too?" he murmured, rubbing the swollen tip of his cock along the dripping slick of her folds. "I locked the door the moment we walked into this room."

Before she could form a response, he thrust his cock forward, stretching the tiny pink entrance between her pussy lips to far more than nature ever intended.

Although he hadn’t stepped into this room with this scenario in mind, he damn well knew himself by now, how whenever he was in the same space as her, it became nearly impossible to keep his hands off her.

Locking the door had only been a precaution. One that proved to be prophetic, apparently.

Two weeks ago, when he had stood outside her door and told himself keeping distance from her was the most sensible thing to do, Charles Kosonen was a perfectly controlled man.

Now, after having endured every single thing that’d happened since last night, he was a pissed-off man.

A sharp gasp tore out of her at the sudden intrusion, her back arching instinctively, her body opening wider to ease the shock.

His smirk deepened at her involuntary response, the thick veins along his cock throbbing instantly at the sight of her body welcoming him despite itself. Without wasting another breath, he seized the opening and drove himself forward, burying every burning inch of his length into the slick, enveloping heat of her inner walls.

"Shit, Kaija—" he gasped, breath catching in his throat. "Relax... you’re squeezing me... way too much."

Dark lines shot down her expression even as pleasure twisted her features.

"You’re telling me to relax?" she hissed between clenched teeth. "You’re the one who needs to relax, Charles!"

"You already know that’s impossible when it comes to this juicy pussy of yours," he growled back, panting roughly as he drove himself deeper into the maddening tightness of her. "The next time you drive me insane like you did today, consider easing my madness by spreading yourself wide for me like this, baby."

Her pussy clenched hard around him out of pure reflex, the slick walls twitching violently, getting wetter and hotter by the second as her whole body trembled under his thrusts.

His eyes widened slightly, first with surprise, then with delight as a slow, wicked smile curling at his lips.

"Did you just come from me calling you baby?" he asked, thrusting harder, deeper, sharper into her orgasm.

"Shut... shut up..." she muttered back. Her words fell into the cushion along with all the shameless, uncontrollable sounds spilling nonstop from her lips.

"Come on now, don’t be like that," he teased, chuckling softly.

He leaned closer over her, his breath brushing faintly against her ear.

"The more you try to hide your voice..." he murmured, "the more tempted I get to make you sing for me louder."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Sir?" came a voice from outside the door. "The questioning process is complete, sir. The subject is ready to leave."

Kaija froze instantly, and so did Charles.

His head snapped toward the door, silver eyes turning cold and murderous, his expression collapsing into pure, unfiltered displeasure at the interruption.