. THE CEO’S
BLOCKHEADED
WIFE??
*She’s stubborn and Sassy???
__But she’s still his baby?♥️??
Billionaire Romance
Comedy?
Strictly Rated 18+???
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Written by Nnenna
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
RICARDO’S POV
She stopped kissing me. She brushed my face with her fingers. Luring me into her the more.
My eyes were almost closing. I’m trying as much I can to hold myself in but no, she wants to get it out of me. She doesn’t want me to run away from her. She wants to tell me that I can’t run away from this, no matter how hard I tried.
Her big puppy eyes were so glued to mine, her lips which just left mine drawing me into her.
“Make love to me Cardo.”
“In a car?” I asked trying to reason. “In broad day light? What if someone sees us? This is madness Carmen.”
“No. It’s what I want!”
“How can I let you have your first time in a car? Carmen, can you think beyond this?”
She frowned deeply. “Says someone who said he can do anything for me. You can’t even do this with me? Don’t my body move you? I know I’m not like Lucia__”
“Can you keep that name out of this?” I held her arms as she kept touching me, poking my feelings and letting my pleasures sprout to the fullest. “Carmen, you’re what I want. I love you so much and stop talking about Lucia, let’s think about us.”
“Then f-__-k me.”
And she calls it a f-__-k?So all I’ve been saying isn’t getting into her head at all?
Why can’t she get the point. I can’t do it with her. Not yet. We have so many times in the near future to do what she wants.
She’s still so little. How can she want this at her age? I know I feel thousands of what she’s feeling right now and I want to sleep with her so badly, and right this minute but then, isn’t she too little for this?
And she was running her hands on my shirt, pulling the button off, one by one. How can she be so brazen. She doesn’t fear anything. Or anyone.
How can she tell me that she wants it even if it’s gonna hurt and that’s it? Why does she always have the last word? Why leave me speechless all the time?
Worst part, I really want her too. And she was kissing me real hard, poking my nïpples with her fingers.
I couldn’t resist any more, so I held her neck and began to return her kisses. Her kisses were so clumsy, she still haven’t learnt how to kiss and I needed to teach her. I slided my tongue into hers and wetted her lips with mine. Giving her a sign to follow my lead.
My hand drew her closer, my hands touched her small waist. I smiled and leaned forward a bit in my car seat so she will relax better into me. She leaned closer. Then she stopped kissing me.
Her eyes on mine. As she unzipped her dress from the back and unhooked her bra, how she did it so swiftly and tossing the black bra to her own car seat was really amazing. Like she have been practicing for this moment, all her life.
Through the low scoop in that black dress I could see most of the curve of her right Břě@šť, and even the edge of her Ɲīpplë, which was pink and perfect. I shifted in my car seat, feeling my Ç0çƙ rise, and tried to concentrate on her face rather than her body.
With one deft motion, and without any warning, she slipped her shoulder straps down and the top of the dress slid down to her waist. I think I gasped a little: there she was, stripped to the waist. Her young Břě@šťs, bigger than a handful on each side, stood pale and proud.
How can?? How can she be this beautiful and tiny at same time. Now the urge to touch her surged into me. I could barely breathe, not when she is trying her best to keep me breathless.
And she was looking at me with those innocent puppy like eyes of hers. As if she’s not aware of what she’s doing to me. As if she’s not Carmen that I know. The troublemaker and the blockheaded one to be put.
Her rosy pink Ɲīpplës were perfect, and had been pressed flat by the dress. They were not erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she was excited, or scared, or both.
Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady. I wanted to touch her so badly. My Ďïčk had sprung stiff and straight as a steel beam. And I know she felt my hard Ç0çƙ from under her.
“So I move you?” She asked smiling while I grunted in pleasure. I loved what I was seeing. Her titties looked so inviting, and I could not tear my gaze away from those Ɲīpplës.
“Carmen,” I whispered. “This is really not a good idea…”
“But do I make you hard?” She asked, her voice strangely gentle. As if she’s not aware of how hard I am, because of her. “I mean,
is this not enough to for you to do it with me? or do you need to see my Pů$$¥ too?”
“Carmen!”
She says everything!
She knows everything!
A spoilt eighteen year old. Who taught her all these? Where did she get this idea of having segz in the car? Who told her? Why is she so good with her words?
My hands were shaking. For some reason, I glanced at the clock – it was 9:30am. My plans of taking her to her mother’s grave, which is her favourite place have been breached because of her.
I could not leave. I could not stay. I wanted to see her little Pů$$¥ more than I wanted to take another breath. I wanted to run away from the car. I did not know what to do.
“Carmen.” I Mõ@ɲed out, she’s cruel. How can she make me suffer like this because of her.
“Why are you holding it back? I’m not a child and I know what I want.”
And she doesn’t! How can her stubborn head know what she wants?!
And she squeezed herself up to her feet and took off her P@ŋtîēṣ, can’t tell how she did that so swiftly but what I saw next was her dress dropping to the floor. No P@ŋtîēṣ on. She had her P@ŋtîēṣ in her right palm.
When I had glanced at her P@ŋtîēṣ before I had seen little hairs poking out from around the elastic. Now I could now find them.
She had a little swirl of pubic hair, like the curl on a kewpie doll’s head, high on her Venus mound, then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her Pů$$¥ folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more.
Her young little thighs fit smoothly together as she sat back on top of me, knees knocking together, hands behind her back. I stared – what else could I do? She was my every wet dream come true. It was like she was waiting for me to inspect, approve and then touch. Maybe.
“What about now?” she asked so quietly that I would not have heard if my nervous system had not been running on overdrive. “Can you do it to me now? Can you now stop playing mature with me and reason with your hard Ç0çƙ?”
Huh?
Does she have to say everything? Why does she act so much like a pro when she knows nothing about segz!
Oh clearly, she knows!! But playing innocent with her looks now, isn’t that torturing to me?
“Yes,” I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for her had already crept into my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began to tingle. I began to realize that I was losing control.
“Can I see?” I looked at her face.
“See what?”
She pointed in between my legs. “Your Ďïčk??”
Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She was scared, but she really wanted to see me.
What could I do? I’m only human. Without a word I leaned back in my car seat, lowered my zipper more than she had already done and drew my manhood from my underpants. It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with my pulse.
I could not believe I was doing this. But there she was, and I could not stop
myself.
“It’s moving,” she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her lower lip, surely not realizing how segzy that looked to me. She tucked her hair behind her ears watching with lots of admiration in her eyes.
“Finally, I’m getting to see this big man.” She said. She touched me and my Ďïčk moved on my own impulse. “It’s actually moving.” She was very thrilled watching me.
“With my heartbeat,” I said, my voice much calmer than I was. A little drop of pre Com oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide.
“What’s that?” She asked giggling as she watched me.
“Just another sign that you’re turning me on, Carmen,” I said. The moment seemed to freeze then. She was staring at my Ç0çƙ, mesmerized. My gaze darted from her face to her tits to her Pů$$¥ and back again, over and over.
After what seemed like hours of watching my Ďïčk, I said; “You can touch it if you want to.” I could not believe I had said it. My mouth was dry, and the back of my head
started to itch.
She nodded her head and reached forward awkwardly, her fingers coming within a fraction of an inch of my Ç0çƙ. “It’s all right?” she asked, still whispering.
“No, it’s not all right. But I don’t mind.”
Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real recognition. We were doing something `naughty’ – and she wanted it and the foolish me isn’t stopping her.
She took my Ç0çƙ in her hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees before me. Her young Břě@šťs flattened against the insides of my thighs.
Her hand was warm and soft, and almost by instinct she gently jacked the shaft, sliding my taut skin over the firm muscle of my Ďïčk. Pre Com dribbled out and rolled down over her thumb.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Is this right? Something came out… Did I do that?” Her enthusiasm and interest was so insanely segzy.
“That’s fine – yes, you made that come out. It’s…. uh….. pre Com fluid. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come for real.” I was close, so close, but trying to hold back.
She slowed her stokes to almost nothing. “What’s that mean?” She asked and it sounded so unbelievable in my ears, she knew nothing about what she wanted to do, yet, she acted so mighty about it.
Oh. Carmen.
“White stuff will come out – a whole lot of it. It’s called semen.”
“What will happen if I put it in my mouth?” She almost giggled, “You gonna squirm on your seat right?”
I nodded at her question. But she was teasing me even though she was playing innocent. I smiled at her.
She almost giggled as she caught me smiling at her, and I was scared, as though she was the experienced adult and I was the virgin.
My Ç0çƙ throbbed and fairly hummed with excitement, but the rest of me was not so sure. This is not right. Yet, she wanted it.
“Carmen.” I called with lots of concern for her and she didn’t want to hear it at all.
“Cardo. Can you stop fretting and act like a man?”
Act like a man she say? If I act like the man, will she able to stand it?
She reached out and began to stroke my Ç0çƙ again. “What do I do now?” she asked. “Should I put you in my mouth?”
“No.” But she have already done that. Not like she ever listens to me at all…and..ugh!!Carmen__For the rest of my life I will remember this moment. It was simple a thing – my Ďïčk slid into her mouth, and I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth,
the roof of her mouth. She took it about a third of the way down, then slid it
back out and looked at the wet shaft.
She knew nothing about sucking a Ç0çƙ, of course, and had merely taken me in and slid me back out. But it was perfect. “Should I do it again?” she asked, grinning. She knew what she was doing.
Spoilt child!
She knew I loved it. The way I Mõ@ɲed out when she had me in her mouth was so embarrassing.
“Should I do it again or not?” She asked still grinning.
“Yes,” I said, barely able to speak. “Leave it in, then bob your head up and down. Lick and suck. Like a popsicle. Just like a popsicle.”
She must have eaten a lot of popsicles in her life, because she took right to it once I gave her that analogy. She sucked, actually sucked at the skin as she slid my Ç0çƙ into and out of her mouth, like it was giving her a flavor, which I suppose it was.
I felt my come rising. “It’s c-coming, Carmen. Swallow as m-much as you can.”
She lifted her mouth to say “OK,” just as the first spurt came, it leaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled like a kid playing with a kitten and quickly took my Ç0çƙ back into her mouth and began sucking and
swallowing.
Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning… Is this OK, Cardo? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every pulse of my Ç0çƙ as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come.
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Her Pů$$¥ was wide open to me – so pink and wet and tiny. I stroked at her thighs with my fingernails and she giggled. She kept giggling until my fingers found the folds of her labia and began to stroke
them.
Then she began to Mõ@ɲ in a thin, high whisper. With her back against the car door, I lowered my face to her little slit and began to lick and suck her Pů$$¥ lips.
Her reaction was strongly frightened at first, her eyes wild and her hands moving to cover her Břě@šťs. But as my licks began to strum against her ćƖĩť more and more she eased, opened, and began to get into it.
Soon her hips were rocking slightly and her small hands were rubbing her Ɲīpplës, which were fully erect.
I began to tongue her seriously, and let my finger probe her Pů$$¥ gently, exploring the extent of her virginity. Her Mõ@ɲs dropped into a lower register as my finger dipped into her hole. About knuckle deep I felt some thin tissue blocking my progress, and I knew I had hit her hymen.
My Ďïčk surged as my finger diddled her Pů$$¥, almost as though the finger was telling the Ďïčk what it was in for.
She was very close to coming now, but I know how to prolong an 0rg@zm, and I kept her at a plateau for a good while. I looked up at her face and chest as I pulled my face away from her Pů$$¥ and let my thumb and finger keep her hot for a moment.
She was never more lovely. Her angelic face, her closed eyes and her lips were slightly parted. Her face was framed by the soft curls of her hair, the ends of which were slightly beaded with sweat.
Her Ɲīpplës were erect, so much so that most of the pink areolas were now part of the rising Ɲīpplës. Her Břě@šťs had swelled to a full roundness, and there were tiny,
almost delicate beads of sweat on her chest and shoulders.
I moved up in between her thighs, my hard Ďïčk aching now for her Çüñť. As I started to run the head of my Ç0çƙ against her slit her eyes popped open and she bit her lower lip.
“Oh! I’m scared, Cardo,” she whispered, grabbing my hand.
I thought as much. “I know. We don’t have to do this if you are feeling scared,” I said, giving her a chance for us to stop this madness.
She shook her head. She was insisting. She wanted it. Even as scared as she was.
It will be so fruitless to persuade her at this moment. So, I started rubbing her ćƖĩť directly with my Ç0çƙhead. If she had said no, I would have stopped, but I would’ve have gone mad, she had touched all my loose ends to pull out at this point.
She responded immediately to the direct stimulation of her ćƖĩť.
“Uhh. Umm. No, I want to, I want to. Put it in. But please don’t hurt me.” She was talking in a dreamy voice now, on the verge of her first 0rg@zm, her hands opening and closing, her eyes rolling, her hips churning.
I pressed the head of my Ç0çƙ up against her hole and moved my thumb back to her ćƖĩť, stroking, stroking. The hole was intensely tight – and I’m so big. I was so scared to get in.
She might get hurt. And she wasn’t even comfortable in this seat. I adjusted the seat until it appeared to look like a bed and then lay her down carefully.
I tried moving in but no, I h@ťěd to hear the sound of her scream because I’m gonna hurt her.
“Put it in.” She ordered as she opened her eyes to look at me.
“It’s gonna hurt you.”
“It’s meant to hurt. It’s my first time after all.”
“If it hurts so much, bite my shoulder. Okay?” I said and she nodded her head.
And I began to push in, inch by inch, though she shuddered a little, she did not seem to feel great pain.
I began to slip the head in and out, no more than an inch deep, while my thumb continued to do its magic. I began to suck on her hard Ɲīpplës, one then the other, as just the head of my Ç0çƙ slid in and out of her Pů$$¥.
She was making a tiny little “uff” noise on every stroke now, and I began to
gradually, very gradually increase the depth.
The feeling of her young Çüñť was indescrible. She was so tight that once I
had two inches in her, her Pů$$¥ formed a kind of suction. There was no room for any air to get in, her Pů$$¥ walls were wrapped so tight around my Ç0çƙ shaft, and once the air was forced out I found it hard to withdraw more than half of the length I had in.
It was like her body was sucking me in,
drawing me into the hot, wet, tightness of her V@ģĭń@.
Presently I found my Ďïčkhead pressing on her hymen. It gave slightly, but did not break.
“Carmen,” I said, but she only Mõ@ɲed. “Carmen, this part will hurt a bit. Should I stop?” She shook her head and gripped me tighter. She didn’t wanna let go and I could feel that she was so scared too. “Don’t be afraid.” I assured her.
My heart was racing, my breath short and quick, but somehow I managed to sound reassuring. “If you want to stop, say so, Carmen.”
Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort of drunken smile. “Do it
to me,” she said, her voice 10 years older than it had been before.
So commanding!
I began to rub her ćƖĩť as fast as I could, and felt her edging over the plateau. When I felt her thighs begin to twitch and heard her breath drawn in sharply, I knew she was coming, and I pressed past her hymen, breaking it with one stroke.
The pain must have been intense – her face grimaced sharply – but her 0rg@zm quickly covered it with pleasure, as I hoped it would.
She sighed greatly, and I felt the flood of her first come filling her Pů$$¥ and lubricating
everything. My Ç0çƙ began to slide in and out like a well-oiled piston, her tight Pů$$¥ gripping it and sucking it. The sensation was pure madness.
I was f-__-king a goddess, my mind reeling, almost passing out. She was whining now, a whine of pleasure, matching the rhythm of my strokes, and I found myself making a low, guttural noise as my come began to rise.
She was still coming, her Pů$$¥ still pulsing and her hips still shifting from side to side. I knew I was going to come any minute.
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.
.
And we were breathing into each other’s skin. My head on her chest, her fingers in my hair, stroking as she kissed my hair.
“Lo hiciste muy bien Cardo. (You did so well Cardo.” She whispered into my ears as she gripped me tighter, both of us still breathing and reeking of segz.
TO BE CONTINUED
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