Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 124: Selfish Thoughts [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

When the girl writhing beneath his tongue spread herself wider, inviting him to slide deeper, closer than ever to the spot that made her gasp and shake, Charles knew his work was doing exactly what it was meant to do.

With her fully opened to him on the kitchen counter, her body laid bare under his relentless attention, his tongue and fingers taking turns drawing out her pleasure until the sensations overwhelmed her completely.

Meaningless sounds spilled from her lips, and the cool white marble beneath her grew slick from the evidence of how thoroughly he had undone her.

And yet, Charles was far from satisfied.

He wanted to hear her break further, wanted her body to remember nothing but him, the shape of his tongue, his fingers, his touch. Not anyone else’s.

Certainly not that ash-blond opportunist who had taken her out for tea and dared to leave his marks on her without Charles knowing.

The thought only made his movements grow more urgent.

Above him, Kaija was on the verge of coming apart.

"Charles... I need a break..." she pleaded, her voice small and strained.

His brow tightened as he glanced up at her, taking in the desperation written across her flushed face. After a brief pause, the tension in him eased, and he finally withdrew.

She arched back, drawing in a full breath at last.

Before she could fully gather herself, she felt his hand slide up her back, deft fingers finding the zipper of her blue dress and pulling it down in one smooth motion. The fabric loosened at her neck and slipped from her shoulders, guided lower by his hands.

Her breasts were left exposed beneath the warm kitchen light, soft and full against her pale skin.

The sight pleased him, until his silver eyes caught on the faint red-purple marks scattered along her shoulders.

They were unmistakable: curved impressions and darker spots left by teeth and lingering suction.

"He bit you?" Charles muttered, disdain threading his voice.

She nodded slightly, her blue gaze turning away from the sharpness in his eyes.

"Why?" he pressed, lowering his mouth toward the cluster of marks. "Did that turn you on?"

Her silence was answer enough.

The cold gleam in his eyes sharpened.

"Seems there are things about your body I still need to learn," he said quietly.

Then, without hesitation, his mouth closed over the very place where those marks lingered, his teeth and lips claiming her skin anew. The biting came greedy, deliberate, as if determined to erase every trace of another touch and replace it with his own.

Shudders ran through her body. Moans spilled from her lips unbidden, one sound after another slipping free.

His hands were kneading her breasts now, pulling them fully free from the thin layer of fabric restraining them, twisting and rolling them between his fingers, sending fresh waves of pleasure shuddering through her body.

Satisfied with the way she reacted to his attention, he slid one hand back down to the heat between her folds.

She was a wet, trembling mess now, opening fully to him.

The moment his fingers slipped inside and his teeth closed against her skin while he twisted her nipple, her body convulsed, a broken cry tearing from her throat.

Hot slickness spilled over his hand and stained the white fabric of his shirt, the scent strong and dizzying enough to make him want more.

"Fuck," he groaned, eyes dark with obsession and desire at the sight before him.

"I guess I’ve found my new favorite way to punish you whenever you drive me mad, baby," he said, quickening his fingers, coaxing more from her. "Look at you, coming apart just from this. Can you imagine what would happen if I replaced my fingers with my cock?"

Her eyes flew open, teeth biting into her lower lip.

"No, wait, wait," she begged, shaking her head quickly. "Second break. Second break."

"Too late," he muttered, rolling her nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp. "I’m already so hard I need to be inside you right now."

With that, he tugged the light blue dress down and out of the way until it lay discarded on the floor.

His own clothes followed soon after, with his pants, shirt, and boxer, until he stood fully bare before her.

His cock was flushed and heavy, throbbing insistently, making her swallow hard at the sight.

"Um..." she murmured in a small voice, "we could start with my mouth first."

"Baby," he smirked, lifting her fully off the surface, "you can’t save yourself from something you knew was coming sooner or later."

The thick tip pressed into her slick heat and slid in smoothly.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.

The warmth closing around him made him tremble too, forcing him to step back until his upper back hit the wall, his hips thrusting forward to sink deeper into her.

He felt her grip tighten the further he moved, her soft whimpers spilling against his ear, driving him even more unrestrained.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, drawing her closer as his hips rolled forward. When he could go no further, he found his rhythm, sliding slowly in and out of her slick, welcoming heat.

"Do you like this new position?" he asked between ragged breaths, the rhythm of his hips slowly picking up pace.

"It’s... it’s too deep!" she cried. Even gravity pushed her body downward against the upward thrust of his cock, grinding it more intensely against her hot, slick inner walls.

"That’s the magic of it," he replied smugly. "But do you know what else I could do to you in this position?"

Kaija stiffened despite the pleasure rolling through her.

"I have a feeling I don’t want to find out," she mumbled through helpless moans.

A low chuckle slipped from him, unmistakably mischievous.

"But you’ll find out soon enough anyway," he said, sliding the fingers lingering near her rear entrance straight inside.

"Ah!" she gasped, clenching around him involuntarily.

He was taking her in both places at once now, moving in contrasting rhythms that sent her head spinning.

"Charles!" she cried through broken moans. "Stop, stop, this is... this is too much!"

Though he had prepared her carefully earlier, she wasn’t used to being filled that way.

An indulgent smile curved his lips as he watched her reaction. His fingers slowed, his mouth brushing lightly against her ear.

"Too much?" he murmured.

"Hah... of course it’s too much," she panted. "I’m not used to that!"

"Alright," he soothed, easing the motion of his hips as well. "My bad, baby. Should I put you somewhere more comfortable?"

Before she could answer, he carried them toward the couch and laid her gently on her back.

"Would you like a reminder of the first time I made love to you?" he asked, caressing her flushed cheeks. "On this couch. Like this."

Her breathing gradually steadied.

Did he just say made love?

All this time, she’d thought he had simply been enjoying himself that night, just as she had.

A quiet pang of guilt tightened in her chest.

She nodded faintly, voice small as she murmured, "Yes, Charles. I’d love to make love with you like that night."

His eyes lingered on her parted lips a moment longer before tracing her features as she spoke those words.

A content smile curved his own lips as he leaned down, meeting her tongue halfway while his hips resumed their slow, steady movement inside her.

"Do you know what I liked most about that night?" he asked, biting her lip softly, teasingly.

Her moans came out as gentle whimpers now, small and breathy, swallowed by the wet sounds of their lips meeting.

"What did you like?" she asked.

It wasn’t often that he spoke openly about his feelings, and yet he chose this moment to voice them.

His hand kneaded her breast again, his mouth lowering to it as he sucked slowly at her nipple, his words spilling out between kisses.

"I liked that you chose a song about your mother to sing for me that night, when you could have sung about anything else."

Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the warmth of her body.

"I also liked how you asked me what I felt about your song," he continued, "how you made me admit out loud the buried emotions I had toward my father. Emotions I didn’t even know were there until you sang those lines to me."

His lips moved back up her body as he spoke, brushing her skin along their way.

"I liked how you asked me why it was possible to have sex without feelings so openly, like a girl still trying to understand her own heart."

His grip tightened slightly, his voice dropping lower. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"But what I liked most was how you tried to figure out what I liked during sex. What turned me on. What pleased me."

His forehead rested against hers now, breath mingling with hers.

"That alone made me want to make love to you for as long as I could. It made me feel like you cared, even when you didn’t have feelings for me. It made me want to keep you close, no matter how selfish that thought felt at the time."