CHAPTER 20 - Sex with the CEO part 3

**EVE**

I bite my lower lip trying hard not to make noise even if the music is at a high volume, I squeeze her skin feeling a finger pressing the center of my pleasure while another two play my soaked entrance.

“Mmmm, I love feeling your pussy squeezing me...", she murmurs putting two fingers inside me.

“Andrew, I want you!", I ask moaning in need and watching a smile form on his face.

“Where do you want me, mon amour? Here, right here, or here?", he says caressing my mouth, my breasts, and my intimacy.

“Here...", whisper with eyes closed pressing his fingers stronger inside me.

“I’m angry that I saw that man touching you, I want to leave your ass marked by my slaps, but I can not wait, I will eat you very strong, mon chérie..."

“And you will get my cock quiet or your friends will know what we are doing...", he continues and when he realizes my expression that says I can not be silent he goes back to say:

“It was you who wanted to leave our hotel to come to this party."

I open a provocative smile on his lips as I watch him open his social pants and lower the piece along with his underwear to the middle of his thighs.

“It wasn't bad, I had a great time and still had the pleasure of seeing those hot naked men."

That’s a big lie that I hold only to provoke Andrew who looks at me with flames in his clear eyes.

I squeal as I’m lifted against the wall with my legs around his waist, Andrew lifts my dress to my belly before brushing the limb on my entrance and mercilessly stock it.

I grab her shoulders releasing a loud groan when I am filled with force by the thick cock that opens its way into me with each new thrust.

“Is that stick small for you, Eve? Is it small?", asks with a dull expression mixed with a grunt while fucking me.

“Answer me, amour! "

I control a high groan felt our pelvis bumping against each other, the feeling is indescribable, he knows that I will not be able to contain the groans and enjoys it.

“Your cock is perfect!", I scream feeling my face blush imagining that someone might have heard my outburst.

“Andrew...this!", he increases the pace grabbing my thighs hard, I take the opportunity to hug him against me surrounding his neck with my hands.

“Being inside you is one of my favorite places, Eve...", says moaning before kissing me.

We have been like this since the beginning of our relationship, we are like gunpowder and fire mixing, we have perfect chemistry in bed and out of it, it’s a rare connection to meet.

My husband reaches the climax with a grunt as he sucks the exposed skin from my neck hard, he keeps sticking when he puts a hand between us up to my clit.

Pleasure becomes greater and impossible to hold for another second, but when I am about to feel liberation, the unexpected happens and frustrates me.

Andrew pulls his hand away and comes out of me before I have a chance to have the orgasm I’ve longed for, I grunt annoyed feeling the frustration taking over when I notice his arrogant smile as he straightens his clothes.

“He will not come, that’s his punishment, mon chérie...", he smiles having fun as he goes to the bathroom door and leaves without saying anything else.

After a quick fuck he remains impeccable and beautiful, I’m already disheveled, with the dress crumpled, makeup smeared, and with a huge hickey on the neck.

Son of a bitch!

It takes me an average of a few minutes to fully recover, I still feel frustrated, but I’m determined to make Andrew pay for this antics.

When I go back to the salon I don’t see him and neither do the naked men, only the women dancing and my best friend coming towards me with a grimace.

“Her husband is beautiful, but is a pain in the ass and very spoils pleasures!", she mutters with arms crossed.

“Where is he?", I ask frowning.

“He left right after sending all the Gogo boys away, believe me?", she questions shaking her head.

“What do you mean?"

“He practically threatened the poor guys by saying that if they didn’t leave right away, he’d make sure they all lost their jobs..."

“That’s just like him...", I grumble getting a new message.

If you want me to make fun of you, you better get to the hotel early...

I read Andrew’s message accompanied by an eggplant emoji and a naughty face.

Why did you send the boys away? And I don’t need a man to make me come, I can use my fingers...

I send the message returning the emoji with the face of a naughty smiling seeing that the answer does not take long to arrive.

If you do not want to dawn with aching ass I suggest you do not do this, mon amour...

I advise you to return to our room, I am here waiting for you with my tongue, fingers, and cock at your disposal...

I read the message laughing before putting the phone away and decided to piss Anthony off so I didn't go back to the hotel and spent the next few hours of the night drinking and having fun with the girls.

I let go and allow myself to live intensely that night even without the costumed men that my dear husband made a point of expelling.

Ana’s bachelorette party comes to an end around three in the morning, we are drunk and happy when we decided to end the party.

I am totally surprised when I do not see Andrew waiting for us outside, I pick up the phone in the bag noting that the device ended up discharging, I’m sure he is very mad at me.

“Call a...car...", Ana babbles loaded with alcohol.

“I can’t, my cell phone has gone...", I murmur a bit silly when we get to the sidewalk.

“I left mine at the hotel so Dom wouldn’t bother me...", she retorts laughing and soon finds me doing the same.

We walk along the sidewalk together, I feel my feet beg to be freed from the heels I wear, and we intertwine our hands supporting one another when the dizziness returns with everything.

Coming towards us two boys rush towards us when I lose my balance stumbling on the heels, but I feel arms preventing me from falling to the ground.

I lift my head noticing that he asks me something in his language and when I shake my head I don’t understand he asks again in English:

“Are you all right? We are in the center, but it is not safe for women at night...", I recompose myself leaning on his shoulder to remove the heels that bother me, the man who held me down to help me while I lean on his body.

I lean against a wall lifting my leg to assist with sandals, I thank trying to use my English which comes out strangely for my drunkenness.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?", the other question for Ana nods.

The boys say goodbye with waves before leaving, we do the same, and when we cross a corner several people are walking along the sidewalks.

Many wear normal clothes and other traditional culture of the country, as soon as we cross the street I can see that everyone is facing us seriously.

I try not to call when we pass them trying to imagine the reason for so many glances, but it is in the front that the unexpected happens again when a pair of policemen near a vehicle hurries towards us.

“ليلة سعيدة يا سيدات (aylat saeidat ya sayidat)", the lower policeman says, but I cannot understand anything at all.

“Ana, what did he say?"

“I don’t know..."

“ماذا تفعل وحدك وغير المصحوبين في هذا الوقت؟ (madha tafeal wahdak waghayr almashubin fi hadha alwaqti?)"

“We are not from here, can you understand us?", I ask with a loaded voice in English, but the two men make a face that tells me that they also did not understand the English language.

I take the hand of Ana who is visibly more drunk than me before trying to get past the men who block our passage by saying more things I cannot understand.

I’m very dizzy and everything around me seems to turn, this situation is annoying me since we did nothing too much and there is no reason for two policemen to stop us.