Chapter 494 Rest
She felt her upper lip go numb and sore from his sucking, while her lower lip was swollen and red from his biting.
With a silent nudge, Diana reluctantly tilted her head back, letting his lips move to her neck, already marked with deep red spots.
"Diana, I..."
Charles's lips were pressed against the veins in her neck, his voice muffled.
Diana frowned, not speaking, but casting a questioning glance at him. Her toes slid along his waist.
Charles let out a muffled groan, avoiding her gaze, his skin flushed with a hint of arousal.
His member withdrew from her slick entrance, a strand of milky white fluid trailing behind, clinging to the swollen opening.
More of it mixed with the copious fluids from her climax, sticky and pushed back inside by his re-entering tip, adhering to her sensitive inner walls, flowing back into the narrow cavity.
With each heavier thrust, she trembled uncontrollably, swept up in the waves of pleasure, completely forgetting his earlier unclear words.
His deeply buried member excitedly responded to her reactions, stirring the still contracting and trembling parts of her vagina, making her gasp again.
His hand, resting on her waist, moved down to grasp her buttocks, already covered in wet marks and red bruises.
His member slowly withdrew, bringing out a shiny, sticky fluid, and as her gaze grew hazy, he suddenly thrust back in, hard and fast.
The sound of wetness and slapping filled the air as her body was pulled forward, her buttocks lifted and turned in a half-circle.
Most of his member instantly plunged to the deepest part, not only stimulating her with the sudden, fierce invasion but also causing a noticeable twisting sensation in her sensitive inner walls.
Her bare back fell into his embrace, pressing tightly against his chest.
Diana took a deep breath, her hand, which had been loosely resting on his shoulder, now clung desperately to the edge of the table, her toes tensed and straightened.
The position of being entered from behind allowed for deeper penetration, her upper body almost lying on the table, bearing the force from behind.
His hand, gently rubbing and pinching her clitoris, moved to her lower abdomen, then pressed her restless, writhing body against his member.
Her lower body was dangerously lifted, then harshly sat back down in the chaotic thrusts.
Panic and pleasure made her waist go weak, her slender arms unable to support herself on the table.
After a few thrusts, she was pushed down onto the table, whimpering from the penetration from below.
Her breasts, pressed against the cold table, were squeezed and deformed, then rescued by his hands, only to be thoroughly kneaded.
Whenever she struggled to breathe in the intensity, she was forced into kisses, their breaths intertwining in countless kisses.
The scent of wood mixed with sweetness, making her head spin.
Something subtle and hard to notice quietly grew and spread in their kisses and entanglement.
Two hours later, the erotic interlude ended.
Originally there to deliver food, Diana was now resting on the bed in Charles's private lounge.
He had cleaned up the mess on the table himself, knowing well enough to handle it alone.
Though the thrill was exciting, cleaning up afterward was indeed troublesome.
Next time, it would be better to choose a more suitable place.
As he tidied up, Charles pondered.
After finishing everything, he lost interest in work, delegating the main tasks to Nolan, and returned to the lounge to cuddle with the drowsy Diana.
Diana's sleeping face was uneasy, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her lips unconsciously tense.
Charles lay beside her, one hand propping up his head, the other tracing the contours of her features.
His fingertips gently smoothed her furrowed brows, then moved from her brow to her nose, and from her nose to her lips.
Her lips, slightly swollen from the intense lovemaking, looked like a ripe cherry.
Charles couldn't resist touching them with his fingertip.
At that moment, Diana's tightly closed eyelids fluttered.
Her eyes slowly opened, still a bit dazed.
When she saw Charles lying beside her, she gradually came to her senses, blinked, and asked,
"Where am I?"
Her voice was hoarse, and she coughed lightly after speaking.
Compared to previous times, her reaction this time was surprisingly different.
As Charles secretly rejoiced, thinking she might be getting used to it, Diana struggled to sit up.
But the soreness and weakness reminded her of the wild lovemaking from hours ago.
She paused, her face visibly darkening.
Before he could react, she reached out and grabbed Charles's neck,
"You beast! Pervert! You couldn't even spare the office, you're really something."
Though she was choking him, her strength was so weak it barely affected him, allowing him to breathe tightly and even smile at her.
"I got your consent, and besides, you enjoyed it, didn't you? Attacking your partner after sex, isn't that a bit heartless?"
As he spoke, he mischievously rubbed her sore waist and abdomen, his hand's warmth soothing her.
But Diana, dissatisfied, gritted her teeth and said, "Who enjoyed it? It's all your fault!"
She wanted to argue more, but the topic was too embarrassing, so she glared and let go.
Reflecting on her self-inflicted predicament, Diana regretted it deeply.
Forget it, instead of arguing with him, she should think about how to escape this situation.
Before Charles could speak, she shifted the topic, "Where are we? What time is it?"
"We're still at the company, this is my lounge. It's already four in the afternoon."
Charles answered cooperatively, then got up from the bed, straightening his clothes, looking every bit the professional.
Since she had come over in just a slip dress, it was now dirty, leaving Diana with nothing to wear.
She was wrapped in a thin blanket, completely naked underneath, awkwardly lying down or getting up.
But Charles seemed oblivious to this, seeing her awake, he got up to return to the office.
"Rest well, I have work to handle."
"Wait!"
Seeing him about to leave, Diana couldn't hold back, calling out to him.
Charles looked at her calmly, his eyes questioning, and under his gaze, Diana bit her lip, angrily saying, "Can't you see I have no clothes? Enjoying yourself and then running off, is that your style? Get me some clothes, now!"
Her string of demands left Charles momentarily stunned.
But seeing her fierce expression, he couldn't help but want to laugh, though he feared she'd get angrier, so he covered his mouth with a fist, lightly coughing.
"I'll have someone bring them over, sorry, I didn't notice."
He apologized quickly, but Diana didn't forgive him, her expression serious as she continued to assert herself.
"And? Mr. Percy, after all that, shouldn't you give me something to make me happy?"
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