The CEO’S Orphan Wife

I had no choice but to comply with Ivan’s desire for us to go back to the hotel. While we were on the way, I felt a sense of unease in my chest. To be honest, I wasn’t scared; in fact, I was genuinely excited.

My mind was filled with various explicit thoughts. Would it be painful like the first time? Would he find pleasure in being with me? I hoped he would. I aspired to meet his needs and desires, making sure there was no temptation for him to seek comfort elsewhere.

Ivan nipped at my shoulder, eliciting a playful squirm from me.

“Ivan!” I scolded him, but he responded with a warm embrace.

“I’m just overcome with excitement,” he whispered with a mischievous grin, gently nibbling and lightly tracing my ear with his tongue.

“When was the last time that we-”

“When you were drunk, and the following morning, your parents arranged for us to marry.”

“No more… intimate moments?”

“You hold such deep disdain for me, Ivan. You can’t even meet my gaze, let alone entertain thoughts beyond that.”

A variety of emotions danced across his eyes.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry that I can’t remember.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad that your attitude toward me has changed. I promise you, Ivan, I will do better.”

“I should be the one to tell you that, wife. I promise to be a better husband to you.”

I gently caressed his lips with the tip of my index finger.

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Ivan and I entered the hotel lobby in haste. Starting from the ground floor, we were the only occupants in the elevator. However, when we reached the second floor, three tourists joined us.

We chose to stand at the back of the elevator, as our room was on the twentieth floor.

As the elevator ascended, Ivan’s hand subtly moved from resting on my shoulder’s rail to gently gliding down to my butt, where he began to caress it. I shot him an irritated look, but he maintained his gaze forward, a sly smile playing on his lips.

I had an urge to pinch him, but I restrained myself, recalling the bruises on his arms.

We were just a few steps away from our suite’s door on the intended floor when Ivan unexpectedly pulled me close to him.

“I-Ivan…” I gasped as he passionately kissed me, but I pushed him away and quickly made my way to our suite.

The door remained unlocked as Ivan drew me close once again. He pressed his lips to mine, engaging in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, evoking delightful moans as a tingling sensation coursed through me.

I clung to him tightly, resisting the tantalizing movement of his lips against mine. He sucked on my tongue, and I reciprocated.

A sensuous moan escaped his lips as his hand gravitated toward my breast, tenderly caressing it in a circular motion, causing me to gasp and yield to the sway of his touch.

He groaned and seemed impatient, lifting up my dress to remove it from my body.

He proceeded to undo my bra, allowing his gaze to linger on my heaving chest for a brief moment. Afterward, his lips embarked on a seductive journey, descending from my jawline to my neck.

A soft moan escaped my lips as my fingers wove through the strands of his hair.

I tenderly guided him lower, towards my eagerly aroused nipples, their subtle rigidity a testament to the anticipation.

He got what I wanted to happen. His lips moved there, immediately sucking one of my nipples. I gasped, and when he started to suck on it, a loud moans escaped my lips.

“Ah! I-Ivan…” My body is leaning against the wall while my head no longer knows where to turn.

“Oh! So good…” He tenderly caressed my nipple with his mouth, using the delicate touch of his tongue.

I surrendered to the rush of electric sensations that swept through my body. My femininity started to get wet, and I sensed a profound change in myself.

This encounter bore no resemblance to our initial one. He was now sober and deeply aroused, a stark contrast to the past when alcohol clouded his judgment. I had never experienced this level of pleasure before, a stark departure from the painful and unfulfilling first time.

Well, I did cum, but since it was my first time, it hurts like hell, and then that’s where my misfortune began.

I’m grateful that we’re engaging once more while he’s clear-headed and in control. He was horny and his cravings were driving this passionate encounter.

I bit my lower lip when I felt his hand caressing my vulva.

I came perilously close to injuring my lip with the force of my bite. As I struggled to suppress a loud moan, the sensation grew more intense due to his intimate caresses. Gently, he shifted my panties aside and commenced an exploration of my womanhood.

A thick, viscous fluid escaped from my wetness as his fingers continued to caress the area around my labia. He keeps doing it while his lips alternately suck on my nipples like a hungry child.

“Mmm-ah!” A long and loud moan escaped from my mouth when I reached orgasm.

He firmly seized my buttocks and raised me. In response, I wrapped my thighs and legs around his waist, while my hands clung to his arms.

We exchanged kisses again. He gently guided me to the bed, reenacting the sensuous actions from our prior encounter. His kisses were filled with fervor as he traced a path from my jaws to my peaks, sucking on them and flicking his tongue.

I struggled to catch my breath as the intensifying pleasure washed over me. It grew even more overwhelming when he descended and began to consume my femininity.

“Hubby, put it in already,” I begged him. I wanted him to fill me with his massive length.

He got up and quickly removed his clothing, and then he positioned himself between my thighs. When he directed his shaft toward my wetness, I moaned. Delicately, he traced the contours of his shaft around my entrance before gently penetrating himself.

He was big and I could feel my pussy walls stretched as he filled me, leading me to close my eyes.

A subtle twinge of discomfort lingers, yet the overwhelming delight prevails. As he ventured further with his masculinity, he swiftly withdrew and thrust back in.

“Damn!” He repeatedly did it while biting his lips. The pleasure was evident on his face as he repeatedly withdrew and buried his length.

“Oh! Shit!” My body arched in response to his deeper penetration, and then he quickened his rhythm.

We moaned each other’s names, synchronizing our bodies’ movements. As he gently surged in and out of me, his gaze remained locked with mine, creating an intimate connection.

With a gentle parting of his lips, he attentively studied my expressions as our bodies moved in harmony. When restraint could no longer hold him back, he pressed his lips to mine.

His lips were nearly bleeding from my repeated biting due to the impending explosion of my orgasm.

Oh, it feels so fucking good!

“Myla… Wife… It felt good!” Each movement of his hips became more desperate, while my legs tightened their grip around him, welcoming his body.

We hugged each other tightly when we both cum.

“I love you, Ivan. Thank you…”

He gently released his hold on me, fixing a thoughtful gaze upon me with furrowed brows.

“Thank you? For what?”

“For the very intense lovemaking…”

He laughed and gently pinched the tip of my nose.

“You’re welcome?” he teased.

We both giggled.

“My body aches,” he complained with a grin after a few moments.

“That’s what I’ve been saying. It’s your fault,” I replied.

I gently pushed him to get off me, when he lay down, and he kissed me on the lips.

“Come on, let’s clean up. I want our second round in the Jacuzzi.”

“You said your body hurts? We’ll continue next week.”

“What? Are you rejecting your husband?”

I playfully slapped him.

“You’re not fully recovered yet.”

“I’m not good enough? Are you not satisfied?”

I looked at him with annoyance. “It’s your call!”

“I’m not good enough?”

I giggled, saying, “You’re amazing. It was wonderfully amazing,” and then my cheeks flushed.

He grinned. “Then, let’s do it again.”

“You’re so stubborn! I said, later. Tonight or in the early morning. Rest for now, as you might strain yourself.”

He pouted his lips and refrained from further debate. He has changed a lot, and his transformation is truly remarkable. I’m not used to it, but I hope he maintains this new version of himself.

Even if we engage in multiple rounds of lovemaking within a day, it’s acceptable as long as he doesn’t regress to his previous self.