The Devil CEO's Contract Wife - Chapter 260: Back To Midnight [2]

Chapter 260: Back To Midnight [2]

Wait! Is he seriously gonna—! Oh dear, he is!

Ares began stroking his thick cock, and I almost stopped breathing. My nails sank into the leather, eyes wide as I tried to grapple with what’s happening right now.

The sight of his corded hands stroking that cock of his made my throat go dry. Lust harder than anything I have ever felt hit me so hard I was nearly knocked out.

It was a miracle I was still awake to witness this… God knows I can’t shut my eyes or even think to look away. Who could?

Ares didn’t look away from me either, his breath harsh, like he couldn’t control the amount of pleasure drilling into him at once.

It seems as if we were fucking even though we were 4 feet away from each other. There was a pulse in my pussy, so intense I almost succumbed and touched myself to match the pace of his strokes.

I bit my lip so hard that I could feel a sting. I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the bliss of this moment before I did something stupid, but his gaze had held me captive in a way I knew he wanted me to watch… everything.

This was torture. Was he getting back at me? I certainly hope not! Because this wasn’t fair. How could he do this right now, knowing I can’t handle myself as it is?

A deep groan vibrated from him, and I almost came right there, my nails hurting from sinking into the leather with all my might.

His strokes turned faster until that flap noise echoed around the space. I clawed the seat as I tried to keep still as possible, the throb between my legs becoming imaginable.

Ares took his head back, closing his eyes, a sexy groan rumbling deep in his chest, and his hand smeared with semen.

The slight turbulence came, and I rubbed my knees to relieve the fire spreading down there, and jump-started a release in the process.

I was heaving, and Ares was too. Smirking like he had gained something satisfying, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his cock and hands.

He took his time before shoving it into his pants. He’s still hard.

Ares unfastened his seatbelt, and that was when I realized we had already landed. I had lost touch with the world for a minute there.

He walked to me, leaned over, and unfastened mine. He helped me up, my legs wobbly from that release, the throb still screaming, and I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me right now. I don’t care how quick it was, I just wanted that cock!

Amusement drowned his eyes, as if he could see right through my thoughts, and I wasn’t exactly hiding it either.

I rested my hands on his chest, diving low, so I could help him take out his cock, but he snatched my wrist and trapped it behind my back, earning a pained groan from me, but all I could feel was my arousal running down my thigh.

I need to clean myself up before I step out of this plan. I was a fucking mess.

I moaned helplessly when Ares buried his face into my neck, and I felt his hot lips grazing my skin, the temperature rising so fast it made my head hazy.

“Ares, please…” I begged.

When he withdrew… the air flaring from my nose was more superheated, or maybe the AC turned off or something. How could it be so—!

“I love it when you beg…”

I was willing to do more than that.

Ares kissed me passionately as if running out of time. I moaned as his tongue forced its way into my mouth.

“It’s my first time.”

I blinked confused for a minute before it struck me.

“What? Are you serious?”

That can’t be right. It was basically impossible; this was his first time touching himself.

Could this be the reason why, when I asked him to do it that night in the tub, his mood suddenly shifted? That could explain it, but… I get the feeling there was more to this.

“Ares—”

“Let’s get cleaned up and head out.”

My words hung as Ares held my hand and led me to the suite. I’m still struck by awe and confusion.

~☆~

Esme held my hand tightly as we stepped down the air-stairs onto the runway. We were suddenly greeted by a group of men, as if they were guarding or maybe waiting?

Ares’ men?

I glanced at Ares by my side, but the expression on his face told me otherwise. Then who were they?

They gave way, standing in a straight line as a elderly woman stepped forward, clutching a cane, hands wrinkled as well as her face, her silver hair was cut into a soft, layered bob that brushed just past her jaw, feathered strands framing her face.

She wore a brown, patterned blouse tucked neatly into high-waisted, beige trousers, finished with simple, flat shoes.

She took her sunglasses off to reveal her light brown eyes that illuminated because of the sunlight.

“Ares… I’m so glad you’re finally back from your trip!” She embraced him as easily as she pulled away, seeming as if she had hugged a wall rather than a person.

Ares’ eyes were stone cold, enough to freeze her whole. And his drastic change of demeanor spelled something.

This is the old bitch. The one who has spied and tried to kill me. Ares’ Grandmother.

“And where is your sister? Did she not come with?” Her eyes searched to no avail.

Athena had left before us for an urgent shoot in Paris.

“What are you doing here?” Ares questioned, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Oh…” she gasped. “And this is my great-grandchild. She’s so beautiful! The King’s genes are strong; she has the exact color of your eyes. How wonderful! What’s your name, my dear?”

“Esme.”

“Hello, Esme. I’m your granny.”

Esme frowned. “But I already have a granny.”