After three months without sex, even though she was dripping wet, Christine felt searing pain when Adrian roughly entered her.
His first thrust went incredibly deep, making her fear he would pierce through her belly. Worse, with her hands bound above her head by his belt, she couldn't balance herself. She was forced to take his burning length completely, helpless against his savage thrusts.
She tried to relax, telling herself over and over: don't be afraid, it will end soon. Then she started to imagine - imagine it was Ethan behind her, Ethan taking her like this.
Her young body started flowing quickly, biological pleasure following close behind. Her core grew aching from his thick length repeatedly striking deep inside. Waves of electricity made her curl her toes and tighten her legs to stay standing.
His movements were powerful and merciless. Her whole face dragged across the desk with each thrust, her peaks growing red and swollen from friction. She bit her lip hard, holding back the moans threatening to escape.
Chiristine didn't know what she was fighting against, but deep down, she refused to make any lewd sounds here.
SMACK!
Another brutal thrust as his hips slammed against her soft flesh.
Under his grip, her slim waist showed red fingerprints. Her skin was supple and healthy, glowing like jade in the light. Her shoulder blades rose like butterfly wings from strain. Meanwhile, those black hair spread messily across her back, swaying helplessly with his movements.
Black against flesh.
And her ass growing red from his pounding.
She didn't cry or beg, just tensed her bound hands and held back every sound, like accepting punishment. Though her mind resisted, her body yielded completely to his invasion.
He'd never fucked a pussy this perfect. No one even came close.
Her silky walls gripped him perfectly in waves, her flowing wetness massaging every sensitive spot of his thick shaft. When he reached her deepest point, she seemed to have a hungry suction, her inner muscles pulsing and milking his swollen head until his scalp tingled with pleasure. Each time he pulled back hard, her walls came alive, desperately squeezing and clinging to his length, refusing to let him go.
Even when his head finally popped free, her entrance made a wet, hungry sound of reluctance.
Adrian's throat bobbed as his gaze darkened.
After dozens of powerful thrusts, He loosened his collar and slowly withdrew his length, drawing out a glistening trail of her essence. He wiped his slick head against her inner thigh, stepped back, and commanded in a rough voice:
"Crawl up."
"Show me your cunt. Arch deeper."
Christine lay against the desk, breathing heavily from his withdrawal.
She couldn't see his expression, but she could imagine those steel-gray eyes dissecting her body. Perhaps his pleasure came from her vulnerability.
She knew she had no room to negotiate.
She told herself this was just a physical transaction. Once she was pregnant, it would become a secret no one would ever know.
After a few seconds, Christine silently pushed herself up. Her long legs trembled in her heels as she climbed onto the desk, kneeling on its surface.
Then, under the harsh office lights, she slowly raised her hips.
Christine knew she looked like a bitch presenting herself for breeding, displaying her dripping cunt to her alpha male.
What did her pussy look like under these harsh lights? She didn't know. All she could do was swallow her shame and pray he'd pump his load into her quickly.
From Adrian's view, her slim waist dipped low while her round ass lifted high, her solf flesh red from his rough pounding. Her tight asshole was a pristine pink, clearly never touched.
Her wet pussy was spread before him like a feast, and those swollen folds still quivering from his previous assault. The sensitive clit peeked out between her lips, everything dripping and ready.
She lay there submissively, silently preparing for his next invasion. Yet, the slight quiver in her spine revealed the fear beneath her submission.
However, Adrian disliked her silence.
If she was desperate enough to beg for his cum like this, committing such a twisted, perverted act, then she should show more eagerness for it.
His eyes narrowed at her wet, throbbing pussy presented before.
Then, without warning, Adrian rammed three fingers deep into her dripping cunt.
"Ah!!"
Finally, Christine cried out in pain.
Without giving her time to react, his fingers thrust rapidly, creating wet sounds as he worked her tender flesh. Though not as thick as before, fingers were more precise. As Christine cried out in overwhelmed pain, his three fingers curled viciously inside her, finding and pinching that swollen sweet spot deep within her walls.
Explosive sensations rocked through her core. but each twist of her hips only let him find crueler angles. His fingers spread her pussy wide open, making her walls clench and quiver with each brutal invasion.
The pain and pleasure merged into one overwhelming flood.
After several thrusts, Christine felt heat building rapidly. Just as something was about to burst forth, Adrian's fingers withdrew suddenly. Then, as he gripped her hips brutally, something even more burning and massive pressed in, crushing her most sensitive spots without mercy.
Christine choked back her sobs, biting down hard to muffle her cries as her orgasm ripped through her — Her body convulsed silently, her hips and belly trembling violently as waves of wetness gushed from her core, soaking their joined flesh until it dripped down their thighs.
Through the window's reflection, Adrian caught sight of Christine's face.
Tears streaked her cheeks, her messy hair stuck to her face with tears and saliva, nose and eyes red and swollen. Her pupils rolled back, unfocused, staring blindly at the ceiling as tears scattered with each brutal thrust, splashing from her eyes down to her collarbone.
Even in such devastation, she still bit down desperately on her lip, fighting to hold back her cries.
Those lips were already bleeding from her teeth.
In the window's reflection, her naked body was exposed, her full breasts bouncing violently with each movement.
The contrast between her erotic body and that expression of desperate restraint created a haunting, shattered beauty.
In truth, Adrian had no particular impression of Christine.
To him, women fell into two categories: beautiful or plain.
Christine was beautiful, but not strikingly so. She possessed a pure quality independent of her features, making her seem cool yet gentle, with a serene, timeless grace.
Adrian maintained distant relations with his family, returning home only out of obligation. He'd missed Ethan's wedding due to an international summit, only meeting Christine at the subsequent family dinner.
His brother had led her by the hand, greeting everyone. When she reached Adrian, she smiled warmly and presented him with a gift box, softly calling him "Brother Adrian."
After graduating in mathematics, Christine chose to remain at the university as a lecturer and research fellow. Her career was exactly what his mother Rebecca preferred - indicating intelligence, stability, tradition, and family values - perfect for her beloved younger son.
Sometimes, when Adrian's driver brought him home for dinner, he'd glimpse Christine in the garden, lost in thought before newly planted roses. Under moonlight, she'd wear gardening gloves, carefully placing wooden markers beside each flower, then pull out a small notebook to record her observations.
Indeed, she seemed a boring and traditional woman.
Yet now, this supposedly boring woman now lay beneath him, her tight pussy gripping and sucking his cock, like she was born for it.