Chapter 530

Chapter 530

"Do you really want to watch?" Charlotte's face was already flushed with shyness, even the corners of her eyes turning red, yet there was a surprising coolness in her tone as she asked, a hint of defiance slipping through.

This was clearly the wrong place for something like this, and it was supposed to be a gentle, intimate moment. But right now, everything felt off—almost warped.

Neither of them wanted it to end.

Frederick, full of curiosity, casually pulled a chair over and sat down. "I want to watch."

Charlotte stepped back a few paces and sat on the edge of the oval conference table, facing him. Slowly, she bent her knees and spread her legs, striking a pose loaded with obvious suggestion.

Her body held a striking, almost overwhelming allure, a vulnerable openness that made it seem as though she would yield to him if he simply reached out. Soft and warm, that heat lingered beneath the surface, mingling with a quiet, unspoken tension.

Her thighs parted slightly under his gaze, her body reacting in spite of herself, tightening in a way she couldn't control. Frederick didn't hide his wicked side. "Use your hands," he murmured, his voice low. "Let me see… are you wet?"

He wasn't sure what he was afraid of. He worried Charlotte might be treated unfairly. Byron—that lunatic—was capable of anything.

Charlotte's face turned even redder at his words, but she obeyed, reaching down to part her deep, hidden pussy. She pulled apart the soft, elastic lips, fully exposing the small entrance to his burning stare.

"Touch yourself. Are you?"

The commands were getting more embarrassing.

Yet Charlotte didn't resist, as if she wanted to give him some reassurance.

The feeling of her fingers slipping inside was strange—her sensitive pussy seemed to push back and welcome them at the same time. It was already slick, waiting to be explored. She closed her eyes and pushed deeper, unable to hold back a soft moan.

Her special spot wasn't too deep. Her long fingers didn't have to go far to find it. Her body went weak, and she couldn't help but press harder on that place. But it was not enough. It only stirred up more desire, leaving her even hungrier.

Frederick's voice sounded near her ear. "Are you wet?"

Charlotte's mind spun from the heat of his breath. She opened her eyes and fell into his arms. "It's wet, darling. Hurry, come inside."

Frederick kissed the side of her face lovingly then cruelly refused. "No, you have to come first."

Charlotte felt utterly wronged. "I can't come without you."

"You can," Frederick said, his voice low and soft like a sweet promise. Then he teased her nipple, which had been aching for his touch, while his kisses landed on her collarbone.

One hand held her waist to support her, while the other tormented her tiny nipple. It quickly swelled, her breast trembling with it, looking both vulnerable and enticing, giving the illusion of being full and juicy.

Charlotte couldn't control herself and pushed her fingers deeper, touching her sensitive clit at the same time. She gasped, pleading, "The other side, touch the other side too."

Frederick mumbled, teasing her, "What do you want? Say it clearly, and I'll give it to you, okay?"

With her eyes closed, she shyly forced out the words. "Touch the other breast too."

After saying it, she turned her head to hide in the arms of the man teasing her, as if she couldn't bear the embarrassment.

Frederick loved seeing her like this. He chuckled and coaxed her, "Can you touch it yourself? Just like how I touch you."

Mesmerized by his gentle tone, Charlotte, as if under a spell, reached out with her other hand to rub her other nipple.

Touching herself felt completely different from being touched, especially under his gaze. The stimulation came from everywhere—her nipple, the tips of her fingers, and his intense, almost tangible stare. It left her dazed, leaning into his embrace as she tormented her tiny nipple even more.

Her pussy was already consumed by sweet, bodily pleasure, wetness dripping down and wetting the inside of her thighs. The rapid movement of her fingers inside her made her tilt her head back, on the verge of climax.

As her body tensed and started to tremble slightly, Frederick lowered his head and took her nearly overstimulated nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue.

"I'm going to come... darling."

Her arched body and the way she cried out as she climaxed were incredibly enticing. Frederick watched the wetness flow from her pussy, his hand reaching down to roughly knead her soft, tender buttocks, making her tremble weakly even after her climax.

"Turn around and kneel."

Realizing that this command meant the real penetration she'd been craving, Charlotte obediently turned around, tears from her climax still on her face, her body soft and weak. She spread her legs and naturally lifted her hips, posing in a welcoming way.

Her curved waist and perky hips formed the sexiest line in the world. Frederick leaned down and left a soft bite mark on her hip, making her yelp and squirm, unable to escape. Her pussy grew even wetter, and only then did he push inside.

Her pussy, only teased by fingers before, struggled to take his large cock. His slow movements felt like torture. Charlotte lowered her head, her neck and back forming a fragile, beautiful line as she tried hard to endure both her longing and the slight pain in her pussy.

She bit her lip, letting out sexy, muffled hums now and then. She felt him nibble and lick the soft skin of her neck, followed by Frederick's unclear praise, "Your pussy is so tight."

His hand roaming her waist and stomach brought a subtle but unquenchable heat. His trembling eyelashes brushed her skin. In her dazed state, she could feel the presence of his chest against her back, and her body burned up in an instant.

Finally, he reached the deepest part of her. In this position, every thrust felt like it might split her in half, giving her the illusion that her entire body—every organ—was being claimed, no longer her own.

Frederick began to thrust slowly. Her tight pussy gripped his cock, refusing to let go. She whimpered weakly, instinctively covering her mouth, afraid of Byron, who might be lurking outside this conference room in her subconscious. She didn't dare make too much noise, yet her hips moved back to meet him, letting his cock go even deeper.

Fear and restraint only made Charlotte more sensitive. As she pressed her upper body down, her swollen nipples rubbed against the smooth, cold tabletop, tortured even more, looking obscenely erotic.

With her other hand, Charlotte soothed one breast, pinching it and pressing it back into the now much brighter areola, rubbing it between her fingers, even using her nails to tease it. With waves of mind-numbing pleasure rushing from her pussy, she tormented her own body, feeling like it still wasn't enough, nowhere near enough.