A Wrong Surrogate for the CEO-Chapter 69: Pleasure

This Chapter is rated 18+.

SEX SCENE

Curtis wasn’t expecting the kiss to be more than a kiss. Lara kissed him so passionately that he almost forgot that she had rejected him a few weeks ago.

But when the kiss went on longer than he expected, when she started to slowly grind her body against his, when a bulge started to grow in his pants, he knew it was time to stop.

So he pulled away. His body rebelled against the action, but Curtis knew he had to put a stop to his raging desire.

"Hey. Let’s put a stop to it, shall we?" he said gently.

It took a minute before the fog of desire that was clouding Lara’s face lifted, and when it did, there was the distinct shadow of disappointment in her eyes.

"Why?" she asked. Her voice came out raspy, and the sound made Curtis want to do...bad things to her.

But he curled his hands into fists and stepped away.

"You don’t want this and you know it," he deadpanned.

Lara took a step closer to him. Her heart was pounding violently against her chest, but her body was throbbing in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She wanted him and he knew it. But Curtis was pushing her away and it was frustrating.

"I do. I want you, Curtis. I want you so bad. I have never wanted someone as intensely as I want you right now. And you’re saying no. Why are you pushing me away?" she asked as she took another step closer to him. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Curtis took another step back.

"This is not you speaking. Your hormones are taking control. If...I won’t...it would be hard for me to stop if I start, Lara. Please don’t put me in a difficult situation."

Curtis’ words were desperate, and he ran a hand through his hair.

The bulge in his pants hadn’t gone down at all, and Lara saw it.

"Don’t. Don’t do this. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure of taking what you want. If this is about your feelings, we don’t have to do anything about that. I just... let’s just fuck each other, Curtis. I won’t make it complicated, I promise."

Curtis closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he opened them back.

"No," he said, and without waiting for Lara to say anything else, Curtis walked away and made his way back into the house.

Lara stood at the garage, dumbfounded. Her pounding heart slowed, and the desire throbbing between her legs started to fade away slowly.

She felt embarrassed. She had offered her body to him and he had rejected her.

Lara closed her eyes to ward off tears. She tried to shake away what just happened, but it was hard.

Especially when she kept going back to how hard he had kissed her back.

How desperate his lips had been against hers. How the bulge in his trousers had rubbed frantically against her skin.

Lara’s resolve tightened. Curtis might be willing to lie to himself and deprive himself from feeling pleasure, but Lara was not going to give him a chance to run away.

So she went after him.

"Everybody, out," Curtis ordered his bodyguards as he walked in. His blood was boiling, and he needed to get Lara’s kiss out of his system.

Lazarus gave a curt nod and gestured for the rest of the guards to follow him. The moment the front door closed behind them, Curtis made a beeline for his room.

He might have walked out on Lara as a way of trying to preserve the friendship between them, but he still needed to work out the knots her kiss had created in his body.

Curtis did not remember to lock his bedroom door behind him. He didn’t even have to walk far before he stopped.

Bracing his hand on the wall, Curtis loosened his belt buckle and stepped out of his trousers.

His dick was already standing straight, looking proud and begging to be taken out of its misery.

Curtis grabbed his dick and began to stroke. His eyes fluttered close as he touched himself, and without meaning to, images of Lara stroking him came to his mind.

His breaths grew harsher, and he stroked his dick faster.

Oh, what he would do to have her right here with him, her soft lips parting to take him deep into her throat.

A grunt slipped past his lips as pleasure licked the base of his spine.

The door slammed open, and Curtis’ eyes fell open.

Lara was standing at the door.

She took him in, naked from the waist down with his dick in his hand.

Without saying another word, Lara stepped in and closed the door. Then she started to strip out her clothes.

"Lara," Curtis grunted, his eyes wide and pleading.

She ignored him.

"Please. Please don’t do this to me," he whispered, despite the fact that his dick was vibrating in his hand from how close she was.

"No," she said.

Just one word, and Curtis’ already flimsy defenses crumbled.

Lara walked towards him and gently knelt down.

Then she said: "Let me take care of you, Curtis."

She peeled his hand away from his dick, and very slowly, her lips replaced them.

Curtis gasped.

Lara wrapped her lips around his huge, throbbing dick, running her tongue from root down to the tip.

Curtis fisted his hands in her hair, a loud groan slipping past his lips.

The sound of his groan emboldened Lara, and she sucked him deeper, harder. Her tongue swirled around the head of his dick, and Curtis felt as though he was going to die from sheer pleasure.

"Fuck... Laraa... Don’t tease me, baby. Suck that dick. Faster," he urged.

Lara’s lips widened as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat. Curtis’s hands gripped her hair harder, and he started to rock against her lips.

"Don’t stop, baby. That’s right, suck it harder. Good girl," he moaned.

Lara basked in his words. Her body was taut with desire and she could feel her arousal running down her legs.

She took him deeper still, until she was at the risk of gagging.

"Fuck..."

Curtis felt as though he was standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure.

Lara was moaning loudly around him now, and her pussy was aching so bad.

When Curtis exploded into her mouth, she drank his cum greedily, swallowing every single drop.

Curtis dragged her to her feet and kissed her roughly.

Then he carried her to his large, king sized bed.

This was just the beginning.