The CEO's taboo girl

Chapter 4

Warning: This episode will contain taboo and explicit scenes between a 16-year-old and a grown man. This is not based on anything except fiction. If you don't want to read this chapter, feel free to scroll. You have been warned.

The incident in the shower was just the start, but he didn't push it, really. He still showers with me, and he is the one soaping me up, but he just ends up leaving me panting, throbbing and wanting more before he stops and cleans me, leaving the pulsing jet of the shower head on my c**t until I'm almost pushed over the edge, and then he turns the water on, leaving me confused and so needing. I did find out his name was Jimmy Carter though, so I have been moaning his name for days now as he almost push me over the edge and stops, pretty much every day.

I wake up and find the bed empty. I groan and feel the faint throbbing between my legs; a constant the past few days. I've been craving his touch, and I pretty much expect him to start toying with me. I walk into the bathroom and use the toilet. When I'm done, I flush and wash my hands. I find a note on the sink from Jimmy. Don't put on clothes today. I have a few things planned today, and I want you naked — J I frown and dry my hands, but I don1t question it.

I make my way down to the kitchen, my entire body pulsing in anticipation. "Good morning, beautiful." Jimmy turns and smiles when he sees me, and his eyes glint dark when he sees me naked. "Come here. I want you on the counter." I do as he says, and when I'm nest to the island, he lifts me up and place me on the cold marble counter, making me gasp. He steps between my legs, standing so close I feel his belt buckle directly at my most sensitive spot. A shudder run up my spine, and he grins. "So, I want to know what you want to do. I have been a little unfair with you these past few days, edging you, and I have counted how many times I've done it. So, I would like to know..." His hand move up between my legs as he speaks, landing on my core as his thumb start making slow circles that make my head spin. "I want to know if you would like to c*m as many times as I have denied you. Say yes." His hand moves a little faster now, and I'm too lost in the pleasure that i scream "Yes!" and he stop, just for a moment, before leaning me down a little, spreading my legs wider before wrapping his tongue around my throbbing c**t, making my back arch in pleasure and surprise. Moans fill the kitchen, and it doesn't take long before he push me hard over the edge, making me scream and convulse, but he doesn't stop. Oh, no. He starts to count between my legs, sending vibrations through my core. My body is rapidly getting oversensitive, but I can see Jimmy doesn't care. He's chasing his desires, just giving me a mix of bliss and torture as he does.

"Oh, Jimmy. It's too much!" I moan as my hands find his hair, trying to push him off, but it's no use. The man is like a living vacuum. His lips are latched on to my c**t as his tongue flicks it with no mercy. His hands move to mine and pull them off, pinning them to my sides as he continues.

I lose count, and I start going limp before he finally releases me with a pop. His eyes are sparkling with lust and something darker, and he brushes a few strands of hair from my tear-streaked face. "You did so well for me, sweetheart. Now, you eat, then we go to the bedroom, and we don't leave until I'm satisfied. And you will not be disappointed. I promise that. You're so responsive to me, and it drives me wild with need." He helps me sit up and move me to a chair. He sits next to me as we eat, his hand never leaving my thigh, only brushing lazy circles closer and closer to my core, showing me his possessive side, and showing me he can have me beg for him by just touching me.