"Fuck..." she gasped, her voice trembling. "Yes... slap me... punish me more..."
Adrian's smirk was dark and dangerous as he complied, his palm connecting with her ass again and again.
Each slap sent a jolt of heat through her body, making her pussy clench around his cock even tighter.
The combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, pushing her further into the quagmire of ecstasy.
"That's it," Adrian murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Take it all, Rosalyn. Take everything I give you."
He increased his pace, thrusting into her with such ferocity that her entire body shook. The desk creaked under their weight, threatening to give way as Adrian's relentless pounding continued.
Rosalyn's moans grew louder, her cries of pleasure blending with the sounds of their flesh meeting. Her mind was a haze of lust, every thought obliterated by the sheer intensity of their fucking.
She felt like she was being torn apart and put back together, each thrust shattering her into pieces only to rebuild her stronger.
"Teacher... I'm so close..." she panted, her voice barely recognizable. "I can't hold back any longer..."
Adrian's answer was another sharp slap to her ass, followed by a deep thrust that hit her G-spot with pinpoint accuracy.
The combination was enough to push her over the edge, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her.
"Ahhh... fuck! Yes! Yes!" Rosalyn screamed, her voice echoing through the room as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Her pussy clenched around Adrian's cock, milking him for every drop of sensation as her body bucked and writhed beneath him.
Adrian held her tight, continuing to thrust as she came down from her orgasm. His own release was imminent, but he wanted to savor the moment, to draw out the pleasure for both of them.
"Not done with you yet, Rosalyn," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "I've got all day to play with this perfect body of yours."
With that, he pulled out, leaving her exposed and vulnerable on the desk. Her legs were shaky, her body trembling from the intensity of their coupling. But Adrian wasn't finished. Not by a long shot.
Adrian's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he watched Rosalyn collapse onto the desk, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Rosalyn's ass stung from his relentless slaps, but it was the heat pooling between her thighs that kept her mind foggy and craving more. He knew she wasn't done; neither was he."I haven't even cum, but you went ahead without me?," Adrian said, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Looks like the punishment needs to be continued."
Without warning, he scooped her up, carrying her in a princess carry.
Rosalyn clung to him, her arms around his neck. She felt small and vulnerable in his arms, but there was no fear, only anticipation.
He carried her with ease across the room, his cock still hard.
The bed loomed ahead, a soft oasis in the storm of their passion. As he laid her down, Rosalyn's heart raced, her body already responding to the promise of what was to come.
"Spread your legs," Adrian commanded, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
Rosalyn obeyed, her legs parting wide as she gazed up at him with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
His eyes roamed over her exposed body, taking in every curve, every inch of her desire-flushed skin. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock poised at her entrance.
"Ready for more, my dear Rosalyn?" he asked, though it was less a question and more a statement of intent.
She nodded, biting her lip as he slowly pushed inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock filling her completely, stretching her to her limits.
Each thrust was deliberate, controlled, drowning her deeper into the quagmire of lust.
"Ah... Adrian..." she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as he continued his brutal rhythm. "Fuck me harder... please..."
His response was immediate, his thrusts growing more savage, more animalistic. He grabbed her hips, pulling her deeper onto his cock with each powerful stroke.
Rosalyn's cries echoed through the room, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
"That's it, I am about to cum," Adrian growled, his teeth grazing her neck. "Take everything I give you, Rosalyn. Every last drop."
Adrian growled low in his throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck as his pace became frenzied.
Rosalyn's body arched into him, her nails clawing at the sheets as she felt him swell inside her. The heat building between them reached an unbearable peak, her voice breaking into a desperate cry.
"Yes, Adrian... please," she begged, her words a breathless plea. "Fill me... claim me... I want all of you. Impregnate me Adrian."
Her fervent declaration sent him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, Adrian buried himself as deep as he could, his release spilling into her in a hot, unrelenting torrent.
The sensation pushed Rosalyn into another wave of ecstasy, her body quivering as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure.
"Take it, Rosalyn," Adrian growled through clenched teeth, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "Take every bit of me."
Her trembling thighs clung to his waist, holding him inside her as her breathing slowed. She turned her flushed face toward him, her lips curving into a soft, satisfied smile.
"I'm yours," she whispered, her voice full of blissful exhaustion.
Adrian smirked, his gaze dark with lingering desire. "You're mine," he agreed, his hand stroking a lock of her sweat-dampened hair. "And don't you forget it."
With that he let himself collapse on the bed, next to Rosalyn, his breathing slowing as the haze of their passion began to settle.
Rosalyn rested beside him, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her recovery. A faint blush adorned her cheeks, and a soft smile tugged at her lips.
Adrian's gaze wandered to her, noting her disheveled state—her hair cascading messily over her shoulders, her lips slightly parted, her face with traces of his semen, a reminder to his earlier action as he released his semen inside her mouth.
"You look absolutely stunning," he teased, his voice rich with amusement, "I am, already tempted to start again."
Rosalyn turned her head, meeting his playful smirk with a smile of her own. "I wouldn't stop you," she replied, her voice light, though her body still trembled faintly from their earlier passion.
Before Adrian could act on his impulse, the door burst open with a loud slam, making both of them jump.
Sophia stormed in, her expression a mix of frustration and indignation. Her fiery gaze swept over the scene, taking in the rumpled sheets and the pair tangled in them.
She placed her hands on her hips, exhaling sharply.
"As I thought," Sophia declared, her tone sharp. "You're here, Rosalyn. Skipping the chat with Lira to—" she paused, her eyes narrowing, "fuck with Adrian. Damn it, I should've come up that idea first."
Sophia's sharp words hung in the air, her narrowed eyes glinting with both irritation and something else—an unmistakable spark of playfulness that undercut her apparent frustration.
Rosalyn's face flushed, but she didn't respond immediately. Adrian sat up, observing the interaction with a calm yet amused expression.
"You should've hinted at this," Sophia continued, her tone softening slightly but still pointed.
"Instead of wasting time with that boring chat, we could've had even more fun. The three of us." She crossed her arms, an unapologetic smirk playing on her lips.
Sophia tilted her head, her smirk widening. "After all the time we spent training and 'bonding' in the training chamber, I'd thought that Rosalyn would've learned to share. I was the one who thought you and Eve lots of things and now you are forsaking me?"