My Contracted CEO Husband Has Gone Bankrupt

Love's Painful Fury

Alonso Fields furrowed his brow as he cupped Olive Patton's tear-stained face, concern etched on his features. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly, wiping away her tears gently.

Olive couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. Ignoring his question, she guided his hand towards her, her body trembling with anticipation. Though she was already wet with desire, it was hard for him to enter her because he was so thick. With determination, she pushed him inside, feeling the tightness.

Alonso winced at the sudden grip, his breath catching in his throat as she took him deeper. Olive's arched neck and sighs of pleasure showed her surrender to their intimate connection. Inch by inch, he was swallowed by the soft flesh inside her, his shaft hard and thick.

Alonso held still, watching as Olive supported herself with one hand and covered her small belly with the other. Tears welled up in her eyes, and he couldn't bear to see her in pain.

They had always been somewhat incompatible. Olive remembered their first time together when she had cried uncontrollably. The unfamiliar sensation of fullness had overwhelmed her. Alonso, inexperienced, had rushed, causing her discomfort. She had feared their relationship would crumble.

But over time, they had learned to find pleasure in each other. The discomfort faded, replaced by intimacy. Olive no longer resisted, and Alonso took the time to ensure her pleasure and comfort.

"Why are you crying?" Alonso's voice was filled with concern as he wiped away Olive's tears. "If you don't want to continue, we can stop."

But Olive wrapped her legs around his waist, determined. "I want to," she said, her voice filled with determination. Alonso respected her wishes.

The tears made his palms sweaty, his heart heavy with worry. Alonso thought he had hurt her and held her gently, moving slowly. Only half of his length had entered, and he dared not thrust forcefully. Instead, he ground against her to relieve any discomfort. It had been a while since they had been intimate, and her tightness made it difficult for him to find a rhythm.

Alonso couldn't bear to see Olive cry. He lowered his body, gently kissing her face, lips, and nose. He moved his hips slowly, finding her sensitive spot and using his other hand to massage and tease her.

Olive's cries became more rhythmic, her body swaying with each movement. Her breasts, sore and swollen, jiggled with each thrust. But she had no time to worry about discomfort. Alonso's expert touch quickly brought her to climax. She gasped for breath, her hands gripping his arms, her fingertips digging into his muscles.

Even through the thin barrier, she could feel his hardness and heat. His rough shaft scraped against her sensitive walls, thrusting faster. The delicate flesh inside her struggled to keep up, twitching and convulsing uncontrollably.

Alonso couldn't hold back. The tightness of her womanhood, combined with her climax, enveloped him. He pushed deeper until he was fully buried inside her. Her tightness clung to him, layer upon layer of soft flesh wrapping around him. The pleasure was addictive, and he surrendered to it.

Sweat trickled down Olive's forehead, her eyes hazy and misty. Alonso clenched his teeth and thrust harder, using the slippery juices. His movements became more forceful.

"Ah...gentler..." Olive whimpered, her legs unable to wrap around his waist as her body was pulled away from the sink. She hung half on his body, swaying with each impact.

"Mmm...ah..." Olive's moans filled the room. She raised her hand and hooked it around Alonso's neck, not daring to let go.

The intense pleasure gradually robbed her of consciousness. The strong sensations made it difficult to breathe. Her ears buzzed with a sharp ringing. In her blurred vision, she saw Alonso's defined face. His forehead pressed against hers, his gaze locked onto her face.

Surprised, she cried out, trembling as she clung to him. He held her tightly, lifting her hips and thrusting rapidly.

"Olive..." Alonso's voice was hoarse with desire. With a final powerful thrust, he buried himself completely, their release bringing them both to the peak of pleasure.

The two of them embraced each other, panting heavily. Alonso slowed down, allowing Olive to calm down. He withdrew and took off the condom, ready to clean up the mess they had made.

Olive came back to her senses and saw that he was done. She pushed him away and jumped off the sink, intending to leave. However, her legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees. Fortunately, Alonso caught her just in time.

"I'm going to take a shower," Olive said, her voice nasal as she pushed Alonso away. The spasms in her lower abdomen seemed to intensify, causing a throbbing pain. She covered her stomach with one hand and pushed Alonso away with the other, ready to leave.

Alonso didn't have time to clean himself up. Seeing Olive's trembling legs, he quickly stepped forward and blocked her path. With concern in his eyes, he lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom.

Olive allowed him to hold her as he stripped her of her clothes. The sound of rushing water filled the room, and Olive furrowed her brows, her face turning cold. Her long lashes were wet with tears. She was angry.

Alonso wasn't the best at comforting people, but a year of marriage had given him some experience. He leaned closer to Olive, their bodies touching as if by chance. Seeing that she didn't avoid him, he lowered his head and lightly kissed her lips a few times.

These gentle kisses had always been effective. Olive liked them, finding solace in their simplicity.

Alonso didn't understand why these chaste kisses, devoid of the passion they once shared, could touch Olive's heart more deeply than their most passionate encounters. In his eyes, these kisses couldn't quench his thirst like the entwining of their tongues. But he respected her preferences.

Sure enough, after he lightly pecked her twice, Olive opened her eyes and looked at him. Her long lashes fluttered, mist forming in her eyes.

Olive was annoyed by Alonso's face, and her lower abdomen throbbed with discomfort. He stood tall in front of her, blocking most of the light. She deliberately ignored him, afraid of her emotions exploding, but he dared to provoke her.

For some reason, when she looked at him with her gentle gaze, Alonso's heart trembled, and the blood in his body suddenly boiled.

Those misty eyes seemed to have hooks, pulling him closer.

Alonso couldn't resist taking another small step towards her, wrapping his arms around Olive's slender waist. Their bare skin pressed against each other as the hot water poured down on them, glistening droplets rolling off her shoulders and cascading down her chest. The small red mole on her left breast glistened with water, causing his throat to tighten as he watched.

Seeing Alonso's scorching gaze fixed on her chest, Olive became infuriated. Her cherry-red lips pursed, ready to retort. But at that moment, a sharp and intense pain twisted in her lower abdomen.

"Hiss-"

Olive gasped and clutched her stomach, bending over as her legs trembled from the pain. She felt a rush of warmth in her lower body, but before she could check, Alonso supported her and anxiously asked, "What's wrong?"

The abdominal pain continued, and she tightly gripped Alonso's hand, her fingertips turning white from the pressure. Shaking all over from the pain, she couldn't speak and could only slowly crouch down, curling up her body.

Alonso panicked as well. He followed Olive and crouched down, half-kneeling in front of her to catch her falling body. He repeatedly asked for an explanation but received no response. When he tried to lift her out of the bathroom, she pushed him away.

"Don't touch me..." Olive gritted her teeth and managed to squeeze out a few words, waiting for the pain in her abdomen to subside.