LOGINAnother knock came, louder this time.“Babe, ignore it,” Adrian muttered, voice thick with lust and frustration. He gripped my ass harder, pulling me even tighter against him so his pelvis pressed firmly against my swollen clit. He rolled his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his thick length inside me, making sure I felt every inch. “Whoever it is can fuck off. I’m not stopping.”His mouth found my breast again, sucking aggressively on my nipple as he started thrusting once more , slower now, but deeper, more deliberate, like he was claiming me against the interruption. The wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the air between knocks. My walls fluttered around him involuntarily, betraying how close I still was to the edge.The knocking persisted , polite but insistent. A muffled voice called from the other side of the door, though the words were too low to make out clearly.Adrian cursed under his breath. He finally pulled out of me with a
the slick glide of his thick cock stretching my walls, my own involuntary moans, and his deep, muffled groans vibrating against my tits as he switched to the other nipple, sucking it even more aggressively.“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against my skin, voice thick and hoarse. “This pussy is squeezing me so tight… like it missed me just as bad.”He gripped my ass harder with both hands, lifting me slightly off the desk so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made his cock hit that sensitive spot inside me with every thrust, forcing sharp cries of pleasure from my throat. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist as my body betrayed me again, hips rolling to meet his relentless pounding. Juices coated his shaft, dripping down my thighs and onto the desk surface.I tried to steady my breathing, but it was impossible, the danger that Daniel’s call might cause . the hidden mic still recording every moan and slap of skin, the way Adrian was fucking me like he owned me, it all
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
The news spread like wildfire.One morning it was just whispers in group chats and the occasional sideways glance from colleagues; by afternoon, his face was everywhere. Billboards along the major highways, digital screens flickering in traffic roundabouts, even the sidebar ads on news sites I scro
I drove down to Aurex Media, the familiar route unfolding beneath the tires like a well-worn path I could navigate blindfolded. Traffic was light for once, no snarling backups at the usual choke points, so the drive felt almost leisurely.No music this time. Just the hum of the engine and the quiet
Even though I knew meetings never took this long, not the kind Daniel usually ran, anyway. He was always the one who ended them early, cutting through small talk with a crisp “Let’s wrap this up” and a nod toward the door. Five minutes had stretched into ten, then fifteen, the lobby clock above the
I was on my way to Skybound today, the envelope heavy in the passenger seat like it had its own gravity. Instead of dropping it in a mailbox and letting the postal service carry the finality for me, I decided to do it the hard way: hand the divorce papers to him myself, face to face.I wanted him t







