Chapter 493 Passion
In stark contrast to his usual polite demeanor, Charles had replaced his wandering fingers with the front half of his member.
Contrary to the rational and calm impression Charles usually gave, his heavy, hot member was shockingly hard and rough.
As his member pressed against her bare entrance, the veins were exceptionally clear. Her labia easily parted, and her clitoris was pushed aside with each thrust.
A wave of shivers surged through her, completely different from the previous caresses.
The direct, unrestrained contact of their sex organs brought a more straightforward, brutal stimulation.
Her narrow entrance appeared and disappeared with the impatient friction of his member against her thighs, only occasionally revealing itself when the slick folds were scraped by the edge of his tip.
Clear fluid trembled and flowed out generously, quickly wetting his member.
The glandular fluid at the tip mixed with hers, making a sticky mess of their tightly pressed bodies, just a hair's breadth away from full union.
Charles's usually aloof face was now intimately close. His nose brushed against hers, then slid along her flushed cheek, gently nibbling on her reddened earlobe.
Diana felt like a melting piece of chocolate, a strong sense of shame flooding her heart.
She bit her lip, resting her chin in the crook of his shoulder, letting Charles do as he pleased.
Without warning, their previously pressed bodies suddenly connected, the unusual fullness making her moan uncontrollably. She quickly covered her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear.
Her eyes were moist as she looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window, then hurriedly patted his back.
In the next second, his member thrust deeply, straining to reach an arduous depth.
"The window! Someone might see..."
Diana gasped breathlessly in his ear, Charles's desire pushed to the point of losing patience.
He kissed her cheek and explained, "They can't see inside."
He wasn't an exhibitionist. As the CEO of the Percy Group, he was constantly under scrutiny.
If it were an ordinary window, they would have been exposed from the moment they started kissing.
With his reassurance, Diana's heart finally settled.
Her lower abdomen spasmed belatedly, her senses dulled by the stimulation, making her whimper.
Her uncontrollable cries and the soft, wet walls of her stretched entrance were devoid of mercy, only urging him to destroy her faster.
Her arms initially wrapped around his neck, fingers clenched in tension as he entered, soon sliding to his well-defined shoulders, her palms weakly half-grasping.
The aching fullness from accepting his member spread through her body, Diana's unfocused eyes slowly blinking, her throat emitting sweet moans she couldn't have imagined.
The lewd sounds of their wetness and Charles's passionate breaths echoed in her ears.
The places where their skin touched grew increasingly warm, as if their blood was on fire, even making her throat dry.
Diana felt parched, her red lips opening and closing, but before she could say anything, they were covered.
Lips met soft lips, tongues entwined, the previous thirst replaced by moisture.
Her breasts were squeezed again, Diana frowned, curling her fingers against his back.
Through his shirt, her strength was almost negligible. Charles, however, punished her by thrusting his member inside her.
He pushed into her wet, tender entrance until the tip reached an overly tense, hard-to-reach depth before pulling back.
His member, now slick and shiny, quickly took advantage of the opportunity to thrust back into her thighs.
"Does this feel good?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
In the rapid thrusts, the remaining length of his member was slowly swallowed by her stretched entrance.
"You... so full..." she managed to gasp out.
Their intermittent kisses made her whole body blush, the red dress accentuating her beauty, making her breathtaking.
Her clear consciousness melted away under the assault of pleasure, her previously tight entrance gradually softening as her body relaxed.
Charles, without hesitation, thrust the last bit of his member into her wet, tender entrance.
Her entrance, once tightly closed like a bud, was now lewdly stretched.
The member buried inside her grew increasingly excited, the intense thrusts and irregular contractions making the friction inside her unbearable.
Her thighs were gripped, leaving a trail of light red marks, her lower abdomen uncontrollably spasming.
Her previously suppressed moans were long forgotten.
Her entrance was invaded deeper and deeper, the fullness and numbness inside her becoming increasingly clear and unbearable.
Another wet, forceful thrust into her thighs made her straightened legs curl up in discomfort, her breaths confused under the kisses.
Pleasure like waves crashed over her, completely shattering her rationality.
Her repeatedly penetrated entrance twitched from the inside, fluid flowing out, while her swollen labia were pulled by the in-and-out movements of his member.
During the intervals of thrusting, his fingers didn't idle, occasionally stimulating her wet, erect clitoris.
Her nipples were also licked and bitten, as if to prevent her from regaining her senses, deliberately prolonging her body's pleasure.
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably from the pleasure, clamping around his moving waist.
His thick member pushed against her wet, tender walls, reaching the deepest part, unable to enjoy the climax or release the pleasure accumulated from the first kiss.
Her entrance was filled again without pause, her body overwhelmed by the excessive satisfaction.
Diana squinted her eyes, letting out sweet yet painful breaths.
Charles seemed to say something, but his voice was drowned by desire, making it hard to hear.
She turned her head to listen, but the next second, she was thrust somewhere, forced to arch her back and breathe deeply.
Forget it, whatever he said was probably nonsense at this point, she didn't need to listen.
Compared to their previous lovemaking, this time was almost gentle.
Diana felt like a dazed monarch, seduced by beauty and desire, forgetting her duties.
She thought randomly, 'Just consider it a free ride with a skilled gigolo.'
However, the increasingly intense sensations in her lower body made it impossible to think of anything else.
His member pressed against the deepest part of her entrance, grinding and pushing against the sensitive area.
Her entrance spasmed uncontrollably, tightening around his member, pushing her deeper and higher into the waves of pleasure.
Diana wanted to scream, but her lips were immediately sealed, her voice interrupted by his tongue, almost choking as she regained her breathing rhythm.
He was clearly agitated and excited by desire, but had a bit more rationality than her.
Then the member buried deep inside her started to throb passionately.
In the dizzying climax, the kisses on her lips lingered to her cheek.
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