CEOs Desires (His Curvy Craving Book 1)

by Alexa Blue

  My queen is in my arms, right where she belongs. Nothing will break this magical sensation inside our mouths.

  My hands run down her shoulders, tracing against her silky skin until I reach her full breasts. With the way her nipples are hard and firm, you’d swear it's snowing outside. I rub my fingers against her buds, and a sweet moan escapes into my mouth.

  Yeah, baby, I've got you right where I want you.

  As we continue our passionate kisses, Lana drops my pants, and my cock bounces with greedy anticipation. I grab onto her thighs and lift her so that my cock presses against her wetness. I have Lana flat on her back. My shaft runs between her folds, giving her a preview of what's to come.

  “Fuck,” I growl as my fingertips slide down her body and reach between her legs. From the times I’ve eaten out her sweet pussy, I know exactly how tight she is. But something tells me once I get my cock deep inside her, it will be a perfect fit.

  “You want this thick cock in your tight little hole?” I lift my head and growl into her ear.

  “Yes!” She squirms desperately.

  Her body is so hot. It feels as if every inch of her is on fire, craving to feel me inside her. Lana is my queen, she’s mine, and I plan on filling her up. I don’t need any protection, because I plan on having her belly rounded with my baby in the next few months.

  My cock is dripping with pre-cum—built-up cum that has been stored and desperately waiting for the moment it gets to rub against her soft, pink flesh.

  The first finger enters her, and she lets out a violent squeal of pleasure. We’re no longer in the office. Out here, Lana can make as much noise as she wants. If anything, the sweet sounds of her screaming for more turns me on further. She has the veins wrapped around my shaft pulsating with want.

  A second finger slips inside her, and she's now panting heavily. My fingers are enormous, but I need to stretch her open for the main show. Carefully, I scissor my fingers inside her, preparing her eager pussy for me.

  I have waited so long for this moment. My only concern is that I come the moment I slip inside and rub up against her.

  I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my nose, taking in a deep breath of her juices. The scent has me going fucking crazy.

  Lana is no longer the pretty girl with the sexy curves I crush on at work. Right now, I’m overcome with need. Need to fill her up.

  Need to make her my own.

  I pump on my cock and position it at her entrance. I see her biting on her lip as she prepares for me to fill her.

  Slowly, I slip an inch inside her. She's lying back, panting desperately, and I run my hands all over her body. There’s not an inch of her sweet skin I do not worship. I brush my hands against her sexy curves, wondering how the fuck am I so lucky to be with a girl as beautiful as Lana—both inside and out.

  God, the warmth of her silky cunt is too much for me.

  Lana’s eyes roll back when I slide deeper into her, and we both eventually let out a sigh of relief once I’m balls deep inside her.

  Her pussy has a crazy grip around the girth of my cock, but it slowly relaxes as I pull back and slowly thrust back into her.

  “Oooooh,” she cries out.

  “Fuck, baby. This pussy feels so good. Now that I’ve gotten a taste, I’m going to ride this tight pussy day in and day out.”

  “Fuck…” she breathes, “me.”

  My hands continue rubbing and squeezing on her full breasts as I reach down to meet her lips again. Our lips lock, and I slide back into her, thrusting harder than before. Buckle up, baby. You’re in for the ride of your life.

  The bed bangs against the wall with loud thuds. I wouldn’t be surprised if we receive complaints from the neighbors by the time we check out of the lodge.

  Lana rolls her hips against mine, and I know it's a perfect fit.

  “Fu…Fuc…FUCK," she cries out. I thrust harder into her little pussy, and her entire body begins convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her.

  She's running her hands through her hair and pulls her head back. Her pussy tightening and pulling on my shaft becomes too much for me. I join her and shoot the first jet of my seed deep inside her.

  I crash onto Lana, and as we slowly regain our breath. For the longest time, I just hold her. And my entire world feels complete.

  We’re connected in the most beautiful way possible, and she’s in my arms. Right where she belongs.

  ***

  "Babe, relax. I've got this," Lana tells me. We're standing at the reception desk of the lodge we checked into, and my wallet is the one thing I forgot to bring along with me. I still need to pay for all the room service charges.

  “No!” I bark. “No woman of mine needs to pay for anything. I keep a stash of cash in my laptop bag. Let me get my bag from the car quickly.” I walk away, but turn back and give the man behind the reception counter a stern look. “You do not accept money from her, understood?”

  He rolls his eyes at me, but for his sake, he had better not accept her money.

  I head back to my car and grab a stash of cash from my laptop bag before heading back to reception to pay. This should be enough money to pay for an entire month at the lodge.

  I dash back to reception, but with every step I take, the sounds of Lana grunting grows louder. Hearing her raised voice has the temples on the side of my head throbbing.

  I break into a sprint, rushing back to reception.

  I walk in on the filthy man behind the counter with his hands on my girl, and all I see is fucking red. “He didn’t run away with your fucking money, you idiot,” Lana barks. The words spit of her mouth like venom as she tugs her arm back.

  “HEY! Get your fucking hands off her!” I bark and pull Lana out his grasp. I’ve gone from feeling on top of the world to anger flowing out of me like a volcano.

  "Baby, are you okay?" I ask Lana and see the bruise on her wrist.

  “I’m fine. Can we just pay him and get out of here?” She begs me. She turns back to the lodge owner. “And you can bet your ass I’ll be reviewing you and letting everyone know how you treat guests. Dickhead.”

  I walk away from Lana and head over to the owner. My nostrils flare, and murderous thoughts overcome me. I tower over him and see the fear in his eyes, but I don’t give a fuck. No one touches my girl.

  “I… I’m sorry. I thought you ran away without paying,” he begins muttering.

  Pulling the wad of cash from my pocket, I throw it at him. That should be enough to cover our stay for the weekend and his hospital bill once I’m through with him.

  His eyes grow large, but it’s too late. My fist connects with his face. I slam my fists into his fucking face over and over. I would probably have killed him if it wasn’t for the sounds of Lana crying.

  The lodge owner lies on the ground, trying to cover his head with his hands, and I am tempted to kick him just to make sure the message sinks into his thick skull.

  “I’m sorry you had to see that, Lana. But hopefully, this prick has learned never to mess with another woman again. Especially not my woman.”

  Chapter Nine

  Lana

  This last weekend with Declan has been nothing short of amazing. Not even that disgusting lodge owner could ruin our magical evening.

  I guess Tatiana had a point. Perhaps I was so focused on work that I’ve become a little uptight; okay, maybe a little more than uptight. Getting out and doing random, spontaneous things like camping at the last minute has been fantastic for my self-esteem. I don't think I have ever felt better and more alive.

  Upping and leaving the office to go for a last-minute camping trip should qualify as me ‘doing things I wouldn’t ordinarily do.’ At this rate, I'm confident I have the vice president position I’ve worked so hard toward in the bag.

  I’m having fun, I found the man of my dreams, and I’m doing things I wouldn’t ordinarily do. Not to mention what Declan and I are up to behind closed doors. But I know there’s still one thing I need to tackle.<
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  I dial her number and take in a sharp breath.

  “Oh, my God. Talk about an unexpected call,” Britney says on the other end of the line. “Hi, Lana.”

  I squeeze my eyes tight. "Um… Hey. Listen, I know I've been putting you off for a while. For that, I apologize. If the offer still stands, perhaps we could meet up sometime this week for a drink or two?"

  “Seriously? You don’t need to ask me twice. I’d love that!” Britney sounds so excited, as if she thought I’d never ask. “Sounds fun. How about this Friday? Drinks after work?”

  “Perfect.”

  I hang up, and my phone is literally shaking inside my hand. This is by far the scariest thing I’ve done in a long time.

  Aimee and I were best friends since the first grade. We were inseparable. We were there for each other's significant milestones. She was even supposed to be my maid of honor at my wedding, and I at hers. We planned on being godparents for each other’s kids and being there for each other until the end of time.

  We had an unbreakable bond, a bond I never thought would break so soon. I called her and insisted that she pick me up from a house party I gatecrashed and ended up regretting. Despite her telling me she’d had too much to drink, I insisted she fetch me.

  Aimee never made it to me that night. She was involved in an accident and died on impact. God knows, I have blamed myself for her death since.

  Since I lost my best friend, I've drowned myself in my work and avoided getting close to anyone. Me meeting up with Britney, despite being closed off to the idea of making new friends, is not for Tatiana or Declan.

  This is for me.

  “Where’s Declan?” I ask Jackson.

  “He’s out on sight at the location for the new hotel. Anything I can help with?” he asks.

  “Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you, congrats. You did well when we were… well, away.”

  Jackson stares at me curiously as I walk off, probably wondering why I felt the need to congratulate him with me just being the secretary. I guess that’s the manager in me speaking.

  I head up to Declan’s office and scroll through his credenza. “Found it.”

  I grab hold of the piece of paper with his dad’s number scribbled on it. He doesn’t have his father’s number stored on his phone, and I don’t blame him. I’ve overheard a few of the conversations he had with his dad, and they never end well.

  I dial the number, and a gruff voice on the other end of the line responds. "Yes?"

  His abrupt response throws me back. “Um, hi. Can I speak to Mr. Kennedy?”

  “Who’s asking?” He sighs.

  “My name is Lana. I am close to your son, Declan, and I was hoping we could meet up? Perhaps we—”

  “Lady, stop,” he barks. “I don’t know why the hell Declan put you up to this, but you can tell him I have no interest in seeing him.” God, I now see why Declan's calls with his father always end with him slamming the phone, followed by a series of cusswords. The man is a nightmare to deal with. “Sir, I’m…so—sorry?”

  “He has been nothing but a disappointment. Why the hell does he even want to see us, why now?”

  Hearing how his father belittles him has my blood boiling. He continues screaming at me through the phone when I stop him.

  “Mr. Kennedy! With all due respect, I think you’ve said quite enough. Please stop speaking and listen. Declan has worked his ass off in hopes of impressing you. How much do you even know about your son? Do you know he has one of the largest engineering firms in the country? Do you know that he started a non-profit organization to help kids that are bullied? Do you know he has the biggest heart? Despite all he does, all you do is talk down on him. If you have ever cared about your son, the least you can do is agree to see him this weekend."

  ***

  “Why are the chairs not covered yet? The Kennedys will be here within the hour. We need to get a move on,” I bark at the coffee shop owner. The coffee shop is the only place I could find that would host us last minute, and in a town as small as Eastwood, this coffee shop is about as good as it gets.

  “Where do you want us to put the cake, Lana?” one of the baristas ask.

  I scan the room, wondering if this may be a little too elaborate for an ‘unexpected get-together.’ “I want it in the center of that table,” I tell him and point toward the table in the middle of the coffee shop.

  I paid a booking fee to rent out the coffee shop for the next three hours.

  It sounds like Declan hasn’t seen his parents in over five years, despite them living just a few miles away from him. That is why I've put in a bit of effort for this meeting; to make it memorable.

  Declan has no idea what I’ve got planned. All he knows is that we’re meeting up for coffee and that I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  Since I met Declan, I have grown to be a calmer person. I have finally forgiven myself for my best friend's death, and I now even have a new friend.

  I have grown in ways I never believed possible, and it’s all thanks to Declan.

  It’s time I return the favor and try help give him the one thing he wants most.

  He won’t admit it, but my man desperately wants his father’s approval. He is continually being compared to his brother, and that kills him inside. Today, his parents will finally get to see the man I have fallen in love with.

  The thought that I will have to leave Declan soon rocks me to my core. God, I have no idea how I’m going to live without him.

  The thought that I could hopefully help the man I love get closer to the one man he looks most up to is the only thought I have to comfort me.

  There’s a knock on the glass door. A large man, easily six foot three, stands with a beautiful woman that doesn’t look a day older than thirty-five. I can certainly see where Declan gets his good looks from.

  I run up to open the door and welcome them in. His step-mother’s face is warm and welcoming, but it’s his father that just stands there with his hands on his hips.

  “What is this about?” he barks. God, his voice is so deep, it’s scary.

  “Please come in, Mr. Kennedy. I know you haven’t seen your son in a while, but I think it would mean the world to him to see you again.”

  I tell Edward, Declan's father, about all the things his son has accomplished. The more I talk, the more I see the look of regret forming on his face. I’m not surprised that his parents know nothing about his personal life. Apart from his dad being a douchebag, Declan isn’t one to talk about everything he’s accomplished.

  Edward and Declan’s step-mom, Susan, find seats at the table. In the distance, I see Declan walking, and it's as if all time comes to a complete standstill. I swear the man gets sexier by the day.

  I stand at the door, wearing his favorite dress. It’s a yellow dress that shows off my legs. "Hello, my angel," he says and kisses me. He is all smiles until his gaze narrows in on the center table, and he sees his father.

  “What the…”

  I stand on my toes and reach up to whisper in his ear. “Before you get mad, I invited them. Please just hear them out.”

  His chest rises and falls as he and Edward hold eye contact for the next few moments.

  God, this may just be my biggest mistake yet…

  Chapter Ten

  Declan

  “What is he doing here?” The words spit out my mouth like venom. I know Lana has everything to do with this. At this point, I can’t decide if I’m more pissed about her speaking to my father behind my back or the fact that I have to see this man again.

  “Declan,” Lana says in a hushed tone, “please, just hear him out.”

  When Lana told me that she organized a surprise for me, I had no idea my father would be the damn surprise. I clench my teeth as I take a step forward.

  My step-mother is with him as well.

  God, Lana. Why couldn't you tell me you were planning this? Had I known, I would never have agreed to come here.

  My father stands, and
my eyes follow him as he gets to his feet, my fists clenching tight. If he has one bad thing to say about me or Lana, I swear to God I will knock him the fuck out.

  He stands to his feet and slowly walks toward me. I expect his face to be hard and cold, except he's teary-eyed and has his arms extended forward. He picks up the pace and runs at me with open arms. For a few moments, I just stand frozen in place, wondering what the fuck is happening as he wraps his arms around me.