My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 161: Taking Control From Him

(Arata)

(NSFW Content Ahead)

Who would have imagined I could reduce Karsten Chevalier to a shivering mess. freewebnσvel.cѳm

His dark hair blanketed his even darker and hungered eyes, which stared at me like two black holes, trying to sponge all the pleasures I was providing.

The back of his hands was a sight from my wet dreams. His veins rose like blue ropes beneath his skin, thick and corded due to the force of his grasp. Like pulsating rivers of blue snaking and vibrating with every strained flex of his fingers against the metal railing.

With every stroke of my tongue, his tendons would go taut as bowstrings, reminding me of the raw strength coiled in his hands. The desire to have them grab the back of my head rose like a tornado but I snubbed it down.

I wanted to see each of his knuckles turned white, the protruding veins a stark map of exertion of force beneath his feverish hold.

This mind-boggling scene was my creation; he turned me into a stuttering mess, and it was only fair I returned the favour.

Tangy, like the spices he tasted and fitted so perfectly into my mouth. No disgust or abhorrence, just a will to pleasure him had me rooted in my spot as I took him in further and further.

I could see his breaths wavering, his gaze intensifying as he fought to control the urge to just grab my head and push himself inside me. But seeing him struggle with control while driving pleasure from my slow movements made me bolder.

There was nothing I wanted more than to see this uncontrolled side of him, the one he kept hidden.

Because Karsten Chevalier didn’t like giving away control, he craved it and yet here he was—at the mercy of my mouth and tongue.

The mere thought brought me so much pleasure that I could feel my core heating up again, the tingles settling in my belly. He wasn’t the only one aroused, I was equally suffering from this slow torture.

"Arata! Don’t stop," he almost begged, urging me on and I sensed him go harder inside my mouth.

My own body trembled from the euphoria that travelled in my veins like the flames of wildfire, racing and burning my core.

I could only imagine his thick cock invading me, but I had been the one to stop him, and yet here we were.

Slowly I swallowed and took him in, his girth and length not making the task easier, until he hit the back of my throat. And yet I didn’t feel like gagging but eased myself into getting used to his thickness.

The action made my eyes water— I had to close them to get my bearings right before my mouth began to glide along his length.

In and out.

His member twitched inside my mouth and I could sense him shuddering again.

"Look at me, Blue Rose. Let me see you take in my cock," he raggedly gasped and I opened my eyes.

Our gazes met in a desire-ridden whirlwind of need.

A tear trickled down from my lashes to my cheek.

He leaned down, his arms straining against the railing, the fabric clinging to his thick biceps.

His hot tongue leapt out and swiped away my tear, leaving me stunned.

I held onto his gaze dipped in dark sin.

In reaction, I decided to gorge him. Speeding up my pace when he shouted.

"Arata, stop."

Instantly, he pulled out of me and turned away, grabbing his hard length. His seed splurged out and onto the tiles, making a white mess.

Utterly delirious from the whole experience I gathered myself up from the floor and began adjusting my clothes.

I could only assume he didn’t wish to soil my clothes or cum into my mouth.

Thoughtful, he was ever so thoughtful.

The buttons were torn and the designer shirt was ruined. I had to bite down on my lip to abstain from giggling at the memory of him throwing my shirt open.

Karsten finally turned to me, zipping his pants.

Our gazes met, the fervour and lust in his hadn’t dialled down much.

His hands reached out and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me into his warm comfortable embrace.

"You made me make a mess." His lips landed on my scarred temple, lingering and kissing softly–eagerly.

"You started it," I informed him as he guided me towards my room.

"Really? And who offered a kiss on the runway and then called me an old man?" He cheekily asked, making me sit on the sofa.

I just shrugged my shoulders. Karsten settled beside me, his big arm remaining on my shoulder as he pushed me into his corded body. His arm wrapped behind my back while his hand rested on my belly.

We fitted against each other like two peas in a pod, snug and cosy.

"You were amazing, Arata," he murmured into my hair.

"So were you," I whispered back.

Suddenly I felt so tired and sleepy. My eyelids began to droop.

His body heat and the orgasm he had given me combined to create this concoction of relaxation.

I knew I should take a bath and change but today had been such a tiring day that I had no energy left to spare.

Karsten was saying something more, but somehow, I was too tired to answer. Closing my eyes, I let my head rest on his chest and let the valley of slumber welcome me.

I woke up once when I felt Karsten’s warmth leaving me, but then he must have covered me with a blanket, for I fell right into sleep again.

Gentle knocks on the door woke me up the next morning. Rubbing my eyes, I sleepily said.

"Come in."

Opening the door, Asbela entered with a naughty grin.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty or should I say fallen in love beauty," she teased, approaching the table with a big tray.

The memories of the last night surfaced and my cheeks felt hot as embarrassment jumped in.

Karsten had driven everyone out of the house yesterday and I knew they all had guessed.

WHY.