ログインAdrian pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the blunt head of his cock. He rubbed it up and down my slick entrance, coating himself in my arousal, teasing my clit with every pass until I was trembling.Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself halfway inside me.The stretch was intense, delicious, forcing a sharp cry from my throat as my walls clenched around his girth. He groaned loudly, forehead pressed against mine, breathing hard. “Shit… so good,” he rasped, pulling back slightly before slamming deeper, feeding me every inch until he bottomed out, hips flush against mine. The desk shook with the force. He started moving , deep, possessive strokes that made my breasts bounce with every thrust. His mouth latched onto my nipple again, sucking aggressively while he fucked me harder, the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. One of his hands gripped my ass, holding me in place as he drove into me, the other braced on the desk for leverage.“I missed
The sensation pulled me right back into the moment, my head falling back as a real moan escaped my lips. My hand tightened around his cock, stroking him faster while he continued his assault on my breasts , sucking, biting, and licking like he wanted to mark me as his. The desk creaked again as he pressed closer, grinding his hardness against my thigh, clearly desperate to be inside me.Every touch, every moan, every filthy word was being recorded by the hidden mic just inches away. My mind spun with conflicting thoughts, the investigation, the danger, Daniel’s mysterious message of but my body had completely surrendered to Adrian’s aggressive hunger. He hooked his fingers into my panties, ready to pull them aside, his breath hot against my damp skin as he looked up at me with dark, possessive eyes.“Tell me what you need, babe,” he rasped, voice husky. “I’ll give you everything.” He says it with that deep, commanding rasp, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing in his world rig
His hands moved with purpose as he shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. The expensive fabric pooled at his feet while he loosened his tie with a sharp tug, then started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the faint trail of dark hair leading down his stomach. His eyes never left mine, burning with that intense hunger that always made my knees weak.“Talk to me…” he said again, his voice low and rough, laced with both concern and unmistakable lust. Before I could form another excuse, he closed the distance, pulling me flush against him. In one smooth motion, he lifted me effortlessly and set me down on the edge of my desk. Papers scattered, and the wood creaked under our combined weight. My heart hammered wildly , if I explained everything, the entire operation would collapse. But if we kept going, he’d see the mic clipped between my bra.Fuck it. I decided in that split second. I’ll just let him do it.I gave in complete
His hands were still lingering on my body when I shifted away slightly, creating a small but deliberate distance between us on the bed. The cool air rushed in where his warmth had been, making my skin prickle. “..c’mon babe, I said I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice softer. Adrian paused, then pulled back just enough to look at me properly. His eyes searched my face, dark and intense under the low lighting of the room. For a moment, the charming mask he usually wore slipped, replaced by something more calculating. “Okay… what do you want?” he asked, his tone shifting into that smooth, accommodating register he used when he wanted to fix things. “A new bag? Shoes? A new house? Another trip?… Talk to me.”He listed the offers casually, like they were simple solutions to whatever was bothering me, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my arm as if he could seduce the tension out of me. But in my mind, the thoughts were screaming louder than ever. What I really want is a fucking a
“You’re not losing me…” I responded quietly.And honestly, Adrian could be very dramatic about me sometimes.Even before all this chaos started, he always reacted intensely whenever he felt me pulling away emotionally. One unanswered call could make him restless. One cold response and suddenly he acted like our relationship was collapsing entirely.“…the way you act sometimes makes me feel that way,” he responded almost immediately.His voice wasn’t angry this time.Just tired.Like he genuinely meant it.Before I could say anything else, he grabbed my hands firmly and gently pulled me up from the chair. I rose slowly to my feet, still trying my best to avoid eye contact with him.Because every single time our eyes met lately, guilt twisted painfully inside me.Not just guilt from the recordings.But guilt from standing this close to him while secretly wearing devices beneath my clothes.Recording him.Listening carefully to every word he said.Even now.He noticed me looking away aga
He stepped a little closer to the desk, not fully invading my space, but enough that I could feel the shift in the air between us. “I don’t need you to keep apologizing and disappearing,” he added, more controlled now. “I just… need to know you’re okay.” That last part hung in the air longer than the rest. I swallowed slightly, looking down at my hands instead of at him. Because “okay” wasn’t exactly something I could answer honestly right now.Not with everything happening. He tried reaching for my hands gently across the desk, but I shifted slightly in my chair before he could fully touch them.My eyes immediately moved away from him again, settling instead on the office door behind him.Anywhere but his face. Anywhere but his eyes. Because every time I looked directly at him lately, my thoughts became messy again. Adrian noticed the movement immediately.Of course he did.He let out a small breath through his nose before shrugging lightly, almost like he was trying not to overreac
I PICKED UP THE PHONE I was in his room, when his phone rang . The sound cut through the quiet afternoon like a sudden intrusion: sharp, insistent, vibrating against the nightstand where he’d left it charging. The screen lit up with the name: Mavrerick. I stared at the phone as it buzzed again, th
His jaw tightened for a second. I could see the old anger flicker there, brief, muted, but real.“She was in the hospital for a whole year. In and out, mostly in. Tests, infusions, specialists flying in from other cities. I spent half my nights on those shitty vinyl chairs, holding her hand while m
TELL ME ABOUT HER His grip tightened in my hair, still careful, never forcing. and his hips stuttered once, twice. Then he was coming hard, pulsing thick and hot across my tongue. I swallowed around him, milking every spurt until he was shuddering, oversensitive, whispering broken pleas for me to
Adrian’s hands found my breasts in the dark, warm and sure, thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, deliberate circles that pulled me straight out of sleep. The room was still heavy with night, curtains drawn tight, only the faint blue glow from the digital clock on his nightstand cutting through







