Rejected By Her Family, Claimed By The Masked CEO

Chapter 24: Sweet pu**y

Anna’s breath caught in her throat. The single word hung in the air like a command that left no room for negotiation.

Strip?

The old man’s voice was low, gravelly, and utterly indifferent, as if he were ordering room service rather than demanding the body of a young woman he had just met. His eyes remained fixed on the documents in front of him, pen hovering, waiting.

Anna stood frozen for a heartbeat. Her expensive handbag suddenly felt heavy in her grip. This wasn’t what she had imagined when the mysterious invitation arrived. Sponsorships, connections, a path to real power — those had been the promises. Not this. Yet the weight of her family’s expectations, the knowledge that her "value" was measured in what she could deliver, pressed down on her shoulders.

She swallowed hard.

Slowly, with trembling fingers, Anna reached behind her back and unzipped her sleek black dress. The fabric whispered as it slid down her smooth skin, pooling at her feet like spilled ink.

She stepped out of it, now standing in nothing but a delicate lace bra, matching thong, and her strappy heels. The cool air of the luxurious suite kissed her exposed flesh, raising goosebumps along her arms and thighs.

The man finally looked up. His gaze dragged over her like a physical touch, appraising, clinical.

"Everything," he said flatly. "And then dance for me."

Anna’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but she forced her chin up. She had come this far. Refusing now would mean walking away from everything this meeting represented. With a deep breath, she unclasped her bra, letting her full, perky breasts spill free. Her nipples tightened instantly in the air-conditioned room. Next came the thong, which she peeled down her long legs, revealing the smooth, shaved mound of her pussy. A thin sheen of nervous sweat already glistened on her inner thighs.

She stood completely naked before him, save for the heels that made her legs look endless.

"Dance," he repeated, leaning back in his chair. One hand rested lazily on his thigh. "Make it worth my time, girl."

Anna closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself. Then the music started — not from any speaker, but from her own mind. She began to move.

Her hips swayed first, slow and sensual, tracing lazy circles as if an invisible rhythm guided her. She ran her hands up her sides, cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently so that they bounced and jiggled with each roll of her body.

Her back arched, pushing her chest forward while her ass swayed hypnotically behind her. Every step in those heels made her thighs press together, the soft, wet lips of her pussy rubbing with slick friction.

She turned, giving him a view of her round ass, bending slightly at the waist so he could see everything, the delicate pink folds already glistening with reluctant arousal, the tight pucker above. Anna glanced over her shoulder, biting her lower lip as she teased him. One hand slid between her legs, fingers brushing lightly over her swelling clit before pulling away, leaving a faint glistening trail on her inner thigh.

The old man watched silently, but she noticed the growing bulge in his expensive trousers.

Good!!! She had his attention.

Emboldened, Anna dropped lower, squatting with her knees apart so her dripping pussy was fully on display. She rocked her hips forward and back, mimicking the motion of riding an invisible cock, her breasts swaying heavily with the movement. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as her fingers grazed her sensitive folds again, spreading the growing wetness.

"Come closer," he growled.

She obeyed, dancing her way toward him until she stood between his spread legs. Her body continued its seductive rhythm — hips grinding the air inches from his face, ass cheeks flexing as she twirled. Sweat beaded between her breasts and trickled down her stomach toward her soaked cunt.

The man reached out, not touching her directly, but unbuttoning his trousers with deliberate slowness. He freed his thick, veiny cock, already rock-hard and throbbing. It was larger than she expected for a man his age — heavy, flushed dark red at the head, with a bead of precum glistening at the slit. The musky scent of him filled her nostrils.

"Suck it," he ordered, voice rough with lust. "Use that pretty mouth to earn what I’m about to sign."

Anna hesitated only a second. Then she sank to her knees on the plush carpet, the cool air kissing her wet pussy as her thighs parted. She wrapped her manicured fingers around the thick base, feeling it pulse hotly in her grip. Leaning forward, she dragged her tongue slowly up the underside, tasting the salty skin. She swirled it around the swollen head, licking away the precum before taking him into her warm, wet mouth.

"Mmmph..." The sound vibrated around his cock as she bobbed her head, taking more of him with each downward stroke. Her saliva coated his length, dripping down to his heavy balls. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit while the other slipped between her own legs. Her fingers circled her clit frantically, the wet sounds of her masturbation mixing with the obscene slurping of her mouth.

The man groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm. "Deeper, girl. That’s it... fuck, your throat feels good."

Tears pricked her eyes as she forced him deeper, gagging slightly when the head hit the back of her throat. Drool spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and onto her heaving breasts. She was soaked now — her pussy dripping onto the carpet beneath her as she fingered herself faster, two fingers plunging in and out with lewd squelching noises.

After several long, intense minutes, he pulled her off with a wet pop. His cock glistened with her spit, veins standing out prominently.

"Enough," he rasped. "Get on top. Ride me."

He leaned back fully in the wide chair, stroking his slick length lazily as he watched her. Anna stood on shaky legs, her thighs shiny with her own juices. She straddled him, positioning the fat head of his cock at her entrance. She was so wet that it slipped inside easily as she sank down.

"Ahhhh!" A sharp gasp tore from her throat as he stretched her open. Inch by thick inch, her tight pussy swallowed him until her ass rested against his thighs. The fullness was overwhelming. She could feel every ridge and vein dragging against her sensitive walls.

"Ride," he commanded, hands finally gripping her hips.

Anna began to move. Slowly at first, grinding her clit against his pelvis with every roll. Her breasts bounced heavily as she picked up speed, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the suite. Juices coated his cock and balls, dripping down with every upward thrust she met. She braced her hands on his chest, riding him harder, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Yes... fuck, you’re so deep..." she whimpered, lost in the sensation. Her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, squeezing as another flood of wetness gushed out.

The old man thrust up to meet her, his grip bruising on her hips. One hand moved to slap her ass sharply, the sting making her cry out and ride him even faster. Her juices ran freely now, soaking his trousers and the chair beneath them.

He watched her tits bounce, occasionally leaning up to suck a hard nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her shudder.

Anna’s orgasm built fast and violent. Her walls fluttered, then clamped down hard as she came with a broken scream, gushing around his cock in hot, pulsing waves. Her body shook, thighs trembling as she kept riding through it, milking him with her spasming pussy.

The man groaned deeply, his own release following moments later. He held her down firmly as he erupted inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths. It overflowed, mixing with her juices and leaking out around his buried shaft.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their heavy breathing. Anna stayed seated on him, feeling his cock twitch inside her spent pussy, their combined fluids slowly dripping down.

The man reached for the pen again, still buried inside her. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Sign here," he murmured, a satisfied smirk on his weathered face. "And maybe... we’ll do this again."

Anna, breathless and dripping, could only nod weakly. The deal was sealed.