Addicted to the CEO: Sinful Pleasures

Chapter 4: A friend

Elena’s body was still humming when the clock hit 11:30 p.m.

Her ovulation window was peaking tonight—the fourth consecutive night—and every cell in her screamed for more. She’d spent the day in a haze: thighs sticky from constant arousal, n*****s so sensitive that even the silk of her blouse felt like torture, mind replaying last night’s breeding talk on an endless, filthy loop.

Mark had taken a sleeping pill after dinner, complaining about jet lag. He was out cold by 10:45, snoring deeply. Perfect.

The message had come at sunset:

Midnight. Balcony. Wear black crotchless lingerie and the biggest plug you have. My friend is joining us. Be ready to take both c***s while you’re dripping fertile.

Her knees had nearly buckled reading it.

She’d prepared meticulously. Black lace bodysuit—open at the crotch and breasts, n*****s framed by delicate cutouts. She’d worked the largest plug in slowly over an hour, thick silicone stretching her ass until she was panting, p***y clenching emptily. No panties. Thighs already slick.

Now she stepped onto the balcony, heart hammering so hard she felt it in her c**t.

They were both there.

Him—her dominant stranger, shirtless, muscles carved in moonlight, c**k already straining his unzipped jeans.

And the friend.

Taller, even more built, skin a shade darker, arms corded with veins, abs cut like stone. Short-cropped hair, intense eyes that raked over her like she was meat. He wore only black boxer briefs, the outline of a massive erection clear.

“f**k,” the friend breathed. “She’s even better than the photos.”

Her stranger smirked. “Told you. Ripe, married, and starving for real cock.”

He stepped forward first, gripping her chin, kissing her deep and claiming while the friend watched. Then he turned her face toward the newcomer.

“Say hello, baby.”

“Hello,” she whispered, voice trembling with need.

The friend moved in, hand sliding possessively over her ass, fingers brushing the base of the plug. “This ass is already stretched for us. Good girl.”

They guided her to the wide, padded daybed on the balcony—cushions arranged, ropes already laid out. City lights glittered below; the air was warm and thick.

“On your back,” her stranger ordered. “Legs spread. Show us that fertile pussy.”

She obeyed, lying back, knees bent and wide. The crotchless lace framed her swollen, dripping folds perfectly—lips puffy, c**t peeking, entrance glistening with arousal.

Both men groaned.

“Look at that,” the friend said, voice rough. “She’s f*****g leaking. Ovulating hard.”

Her stranger knelt between her legs first, spreading her wider. “Tell him what you want tonight, Elena.”

She swallowed, eyes flicking between their hungry gazes.

“I want both of you,” she said, voice husky. “One in my p***y, one in my ass. I want you to breed me. Fill me until I’m overflowing. Please.”

The friend stripped his briefs, c**k springing free—longer than her stranger’s, slightly curved, thick head already wet.

Her stranger did the same. Two massive c***s, hard and ready for her.

They started slow—teasing, building.

Her stranger ate her first, tongue lapping slow and deep, sucking her c**t until she was grinding against his face. The friend knelt by her head, feeding her his c**k inch by inch. She sucked eagerly—tongue swirling the head, taking him deep until he hit her throat, gagging her softly.

“f**k, her mouth is heaven,” the friend groaned.

They switched. The friend buried his face between her thighs, tongue f*****g her hole while two thick fingers curled inside, hitting her G-spot relentlessly. Her stranger claimed her mouth, f*****g her throat slow and deep, hand tugging her n*****s through the lace cutouts.

Denial came quick.

Every time she neared the edge—hips bucking, moans muffled around c**k—they stopped. Pulled back. Let her whine and beg.

“Please—I need to come—need you inside me—”

“Not yet,” her stranger said. “We’re going to edge this fertile cunt until you’re mindless.”

They untied the plug slowly—her ass clenching, gaping slightly. Cool air hit her stretched hole; she whimpered.

Her stranger lay back on the daybed. “Ride me reverse. p***y first.”

She straddled him backwards, sinking down onto his c**k slowly. He filled her completely, head nudging her cervix. She moaned loud, grinding down.

The friend stood in front of her, feeding her his c**k again as she rode. Hands on her hips, her stranger guided her rhythm—slow, deep rolls that dragged his shaft over every sensitive spot.

Then the friend moved behind her.

Lube—warm, slick—drizzled over her ass. Fingers first—one, two, scissoring gently. Then the blunt head of his c**k pressing against her stretched ring.

“Breathe, baby,” her stranger murmured, still buried deep in her p***y. “Take him. Let us fill you.”

She exhaled, pushing back. The friend breached her slowly—burning stretch turning to blinding pleasure as he sank inch by inch into her ass. When he bottomed out, both c***s buried to the hilt, she screamed—raw, broken, overwhelmed.

They stilled, letting her adjust to the impossible fullness.

“f**k,” the friend hissed. “She’s so tight. Squeezing me like a vice.”

“Move,” she begged. “Please f**k me.”

They did.

Slow at first—alternating thrusts, one pulling out as the other pushed in, the thin wall between them letting them feel each other. Pleasure built fast and huge.

Then faster. Harder.

Her stranger thrust up into her p***y, hands gripping her hips. The friend pounded her ass, one hand reaching around to rub her c**t in brutal circles.

Dirty talk poured from both.

“Feel that, fertile girl?” her stranger growled. “Two c***s breeding you at once. Your body knows what it needs.”

“Gonna pump this ass full,” the friend added. “Then switch. Fill every hole until you’re dripping our c*m for days.”

She came first—shattering, screaming into the night. p***y clenching hard around the c**k inside it, squirting in powerful jets that soaked her stranger’s balls and the cushions. Ass pulsing around the friend, milking him.

They didn’t stop.

Switched positions—friend in her p***y now, longer c**k hitting deeper spots, her stranger claiming her ass. Same relentless rhythm, same filthy praise.

Another orgasm—harder, squirting again, body shaking violently.

Then they pulled her to her knees between them.

“Open that mouth,” her stranger ordered.

She did, tongue out, desperate. They stroked themselves fast—c***s slick from her body.

First her stranger came—thick ropes across her tongue, her lips, dripping down her chin onto her exposed breasts.

Then the friend—hot pulses into her open mouth, filling it until it overflowed, c*m sliding down her throat as she swallowed greedily.

But they weren’t done.

They laid her back down, her stranger sliding back into her p***y, the friend into her ass again.

Final round—brutal, synchronized thrusts, both men chasing release inside her.

“Gonna breed you so deep,” her stranger snarled.

“Take our loads, fertile wife,” the friend groaned.

They came together—roaring, hips snapping forward, flooding her. She felt every pulse—p***y and ass filled simultaneously, c*m pumping deep, overflowing, leaking out around their c***s as they kept grinding.

She came one last time—silent scream, body convulsing, squirting weakly around the c**k in her p***y.

They stayed inside her long after, softening slowly, hands stroking her trembling body, kissing her sweat-slick skin.

Eventually they pulled out—c*m gushing from both holes, pooling beneath her on the crimson cushion they’d placed.

Her stranger kissed her forehead. “Tomorrow night—the suite inside. Bed. All night. No interruptions.”

The friend smirked. “Bring cuffs.”

She nodded, boneless, ruined, already aching for more.

As they vanished into the shadows, she lay there under the stars—body marked, holes throbbing and full, mind blissfully empty.

She slipped back inside at 3 a.m., c*m still leaking down her thighs.

Mark slept on.

And Elena smiled.

This was only night four.