Everything Christine knew about penis came from Ethan, whose pale, straight member had been more than adequate. But Adrian's was on another level entirely - almost frightening in comparison.
His shaft was long and thick, veins standing out against the skin, the deep purple head mounted on top like a crown, pointing straight at her nose.
Mentally measuring his size, Christine knew she couldn't take it all.
She hesitantly reached out to touch him, flinching at the heat. It burned like hot iron against her palm. His girth was too much for one hand - she had to use both to encircle him.
After a few light strokes, Christine swallowed hard, opened her mouth awkwardly, and extended her tongue toward the swollen crown.
The burning hardness pressed against her tongue tip. She clumsily explored the tip, tasting his excitement as he twitched in response.
She kept telling herself she was kneeling before Ethan, pleasuring him instead.
After a moment, she grew calmer and tried taking him into her mouth. She slowly wrapped her lips around his crown, carefully holding him there as she worked with her tongue, sucking gently.
Knowing how sensitive the head was, she kept her touches light, afraid of being too rough.
Her movements showed her inexperience. She traced the ridge with mechanical strokes, awkwardly exploring where the crown met the shaft.
Every touch was clumsy, uncertain.
And Adrian wasn't satisfied.
After a few tentative licks, he suddenly gripped Christine's jaw. His fingers pressed into her cheeks like a vise, forcing her lips to form a tight circle.
Christine tried to whimper in pain, but no sound came out. With no pause, his thick huge length slowly pushed in, reaching deep at her back teeth, moving in and out several times before withdrawing.
Her trembling mouth was forced to accommodate him fully. It became a sex toy.
Just then, his desk phone rang.
After three rings, Jame's voice came through: "Boss, Christie's representative is calling. Shall I put them through?"
"Mm."
Christine froze, unsure how to react. Instead of releasing her, Adrian leaned casually against his desk, continuing his slow, powerful movements.
Seconds later, the wall across the desk lit up. She instinctively glanced back - a middle-aged man with brown curly hair appeared on screen. Adrian's live feed showed in the corner, cropped safely at chest level.
The man greeted Adrian in French, congratulating Blackwood on their recent merger.
Before Christine could react, Adrian turned her head back, filling her mouth once again.
She couldn't believe he would take a video call in this situation. Looking up in shock, she saw him standing perfectly composed in his suit, responding in French.
His voice was mesmerizing - deep and rich like luxurious velvet.
Yet...
Below the camera's view, his fingers were shaping her soft lips at will, and the lips were swallowing his dick.
Noticing her tongue had stopped, Adrian glanced down.
His look was brief and subtle, but she understood - keep going.
Christine trembled slightly before submitting. She continued the heated shaft in silence.
The room filled only with Adrian's deep voice. Though she barely understood French, something about those rolling r's and lilting syllables was... irresistibly sensual. After a few more moments, she looked up desperately, hoping the call would end soon.
From her position, she could see Adrian's Adam's apple bob as he spoke.
Strangely, she caught glimpses of Ethan in him - how would it feel if it were her beloved taking her mouth like this? Christine closed her eyes, imagining this hardness belonged to the man she loved.
This fantasy inflamed her, making her licks and sucks more eager. His salty essence mixed with her saliva, filling her mouth completely, yet she kept swallowing them hard.
Her throat was full of his masculine taste, all her senses narrowing down to just the feeling of him throbbing against her tongue.
As he gave another deep response in French, Christine realized her inner thighs were completely soaked with her own wetness.
Minutes passed. Just as her cheeks began to ache and she tried to pull back, a large hand suddenly gripped her head. Adrian's left hand seized her head, holding her still. His right wrapped around his thick shaft. Then, with methodical cruelty, he began to claim her mouth. Each inch forced its way deeper. Slower. Harder.
Until he had buried himself to the hilt.
Only his heavy sacs remained outside, while her face pressed against his bare abdomen, his coarse hair tickling her nose and lips.
Christine had never known what it felt like to take someone so completely.
She couldn't move, could barely breathe, his thickness filling her entire mouth. Her hands, previously at her sides, frantically sought purchase in the air before instinctively grabbing onto his muscled stomach.
Just having Adrian's length buried there, motionless, was already too much for Christine.
Her vision blurred as she whimpered, fighting her gag reflex. She lost track of time, feeling her jaw might dislocate. Saliva and his essence leaked from where her lips stretched around him, soaking his coarse hair, dripping down her chin onto her breasts.
But he showed no mercy.
"...Monsieur Adrian..."
Through her haze, she heard his name from the video call.
Would it end soon? How much longer?
Nearly suffocating, Christine desperately patted his hips, silently begging for relief.
The hand gripping her head finally released. Then, she heard the call disconnect, followed by the familiar English: "James, clear my schedule for an hour. No interruptions."
"Yes, boss."
The next instant, that suffocating length suddenly came alive - pounding into her mouth like a merciless storm. He showed no concern for her gagging or muffled cries. One hand twisted in her long hair while his hips snapped forward brutally, claiming every inch of her mouth with savage thrusts.
"Mmph..."
Christine was in agony. It felt like her throat would tear, like someone was striking the back of her head with a club.
But she couldn't fight back, could only keep her mouth open.
He managed to take what he wanted with brutal force.
Christine knelt there coughing for a long time after he released her. Her face was a mess - drenched in saliva, her skin reddened and raw from his coarse hair rubbing against it.
Adrian remained silent.
His face remained cold and distant, as if still in that business meeting. Yet his length told a different story - rock hard and throbbing, its swollen crown glistening with need.
He looked down at her for several seconds before removing his belt. Roughly pulling her up from the floor, he bent her over his desk. He bound her hands with the belt, forcing them above her head so she couldn't move.
Christine's body was still weak from before, helpless as her sensitive peaks dragged across the cold desk.
Her soft whimper died in her throat as she felt him testing her entrance. Then, without warning or mercy, he claimed her completely - burying himself to the hilt in one devastating, merciless thrust.