Chapter 184 My Angel | 077
NOELLE
Azren doesn't give me a chance to reply. One second I'm sitting in the chair, playing the good little student. The next, his hands are on me, rough and possessive. He yanks me up and spins me around.
He presses in behind me, his chest to my back, one large hand splaying across my stomach to hold me in place while the other grabs my hair, tugging my head back.
"Such a bad girl," he growls in my ear. "Coming into my office dressed like this, teasing me with these pretty tits, and then telling me your husband wouldn't like it?"
I whimper, gripping the edge of the desk. Heat floods between my thighs instantly.
"Mr. Lakewood—" I gasp, still trying to play the role even as my voice shakes. "This is highly unprofessional—"
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my neck, and grinds his hard cock against my ass.
"Report me then," he dares, his lips brushing my ear. "Go ahead, Mrs. Lakewood. Tell HR how the big bad CEO bent you over his desk and made you drip for him. See what happens."
Before I can answer, he reaches around and unclasps my bra. He yanks my blouse up, exposing my breasts completely. Cool air hits my nipples, and I gasp, heavily turned on.
He spins me around so fast the room blurs, then he pins my wrists behind my back with one big hand. His other hand cups my breast, squeezing hard as he leans down and sucks my nipple into his hot mouth.
"Oh fuck—" I cry out, my back arching.
He sucks greedily, his tongue flicking. His teeth graze my tight flesh, while his hand kneads the other breast roughly. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth on me fill the office.
"Look at these pretty tits," he growls around my nipple, sucking harder. "So fucking sensitive. Your husband lets you walk around like this? Teasing other men?"
I moan loudly, my hips jerking. "He—he trusts me... ah!"
He bites down gently, then he soothes with his tongue. "He shouldn't. Because right now I want to ruin you on this desk until you can't even remember his name."
He switches to the other nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth while pinching the first one between his fingers. I cry out, my thighs rubbing together desperately.
"Mr. Lakewood—please—"
"Please what?" he taunts, his voice thick with lust. He lifts his head just enough to look at me, his eyes glowing molten gold. "Please stop? Or please fuck you?"
I whimper, completely lost. "I... I don't know—"
He smirks wickedly, then he lifts my short skirt with his free hand. His fingers trace the edge of my soaked panties, teasing.
"So fucking wet already," he groans. "Does your husband know you get this wet for your boss?"
He pinches my clit through the lace.
I cry out, my hips bucking hard against his hand.
"Az—Mr. Lakewood!"
He chuckles darkly and shoves my panties aside. Two thick fingers plunge inside me without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes me see stars.
"Fuck—!" I sob, my head falling back.
He pumps them deep and fast, his thumb circling my clit. "That's it. Moan for me. Let the whole floor hear how much you love getting finger-fucked by a man who isn't your husband."
I'm moaning shamelessly now, my hips riding his hand. He adds a third finger, stretching me, and I nearly scream.
Then he drops to his knees.
Without warning, he yanks my panties down and buries his face between my thighs, slapping my ass.
The sensation blinds me for a second.
His tongue is merciless, licking, sucking, and devouring my clit.
His palm smacks my cheeks again.
"Oh my god—Azren!" I cry out, completely forgetting the role-play for a moment.
He pulls back just enough to growl, "Wrong name, baby. Try again."
He sucks my clit hard.
"Mr. Lakewood—fuck—please don't stop!"
He laughs against my pussy, the sound pure sin, and dives back in. His tongue fucks into me, the wet heat driving me insane. One hand keeps my wrists pinned behind me, the other spreading me wider so he can eat me deeper.
"You taste divine," he snarls between licks. "So fucking sweet and wet. Does your husband ever eat this pussy this good?"
"No—ah! No, never like this—"
"Good girl," he praises, his voice so deep, I feel it in my pussy. "Come on my tongue like the little office slut you are. Let me drink every drop."
The orgasm crashes through me so hard my knees buckle. I scream his title, my body convulsing as he keeps licking me through it, drawing it out until I'm sobbing and trembling.
He finally pulls back, his lips shiny with my arousal, his eyes glowing brighter than ever.
He rises slowly, towering over me, and spins me around again, bending me over the desk.
His hard cock presses against my soaked entrance through his pants. Oh, he’s so big. It always surprises me every time.
"Ready for round two, Mrs. Lakewood?" he whispers hotly against my ear, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Because I'm nowhere near done ruining you for your husband."
I moan, pushing back against him desperately.
"Please... Mr. Lakewood..."
He growls, my toes curling in anticipation.
"That's my girl."
Azren bends me over his massive desk, my breasts pressing against the cool wood. My skirt is already bunched around my waist, my panties now hanging off one ankle.
"Such a naughty student," he growls behind me, his voice thick with lust.
I moan, pushing my ass back against him. "Mr. Lakewood... please..."
He yanks his belt open with a sharp sound. His big cock springs out, hot and heavy as he slaps it against my soaked pussy.
"You want this?" he taunts, rubbing the fat, pierced head up and down my slit. "Want me to fuck you raw while your husband waits at home?"
"Yes—" I gasp. "Please fuck me—"
He slams into me, and I cry out, momentarily forgetting to breathe.
He doesn't give me time to adjust, he starts pounding into me hard and deep, his hips slapping against my ass with wet, obscene sounds.
My mouth drops open, my eyes rolling back.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he snarls, one hand fisting my hair to pull my head back. "Taking my cock like you were made for it. Does your husband fuck you this hard?"
"No—ah! No, never like this!" I sob, my walls clenching around him.
He laughs darkly and reaches around to pinch my clit.
I scream.
My first orgasm hits like lightning. I squirt hard around his cock, soaking his thighs and the floor beneath us. My legs shake, nearly giving out as he keeps fucking me through it, never slowing down.
For all his roughness, there’s care buried underneath it. Always.
With every thrust, he somehow manages to pound into my sweet spot.
Lewd sounds slip from my lips, my whole body buzzing.
"Good girl," he groans. "Squirting all over your boss's cock. What would your husband say if he saw you right now?"
He pulls out suddenly, spins me around, and lifts me onto the desk. Papers scatter everywhere. He hooks my legs over his elbows and drives back inside me in one smooth thrust.
This position is deeper and harder. I can feel every thick inch stretching me open.
I’m whimpering now, the sensations drowning me. Only Azren can turn me into a pleasure-riddled zombie. And he’s ridiculously too good at it.
"Mr. Lakewood—fuck—too deep!" I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Take it," he growls, pounding into me relentlessly. "Take every fucking inch.”
I do.
Oh, I fucking do.
I come again within minutes, squirting messily between us as my body convulses. He pulls out then, panting.
"On your knees,” he rasps.
I slide off the desk on shaky legs, dropping to my knees in front of him. His cock is glistening with my juices, thick and angry-red.
I look up at him through my lashes. "Can I... suck it, sir?"
His hand fists in my hair. "Open your mouth."
I obey. He pushes inside slowly at first, then he starts fucking my face with deep, controlled thrusts. His other hand reaches down to play with my tits, squeezing, pinching, and tugging my nipples hard while he uses my throat.
"Fuck—look at you," he groans. "So fucking pretty.”
I moan around him, tears streaming down my cheeks from the depth. He pinches both nipples at once, and I cry out, the vibration making him curse.
He fucks my face faster, his heavy balls slapping against my chin, until he pulls out with a wet pop.
"Back on the desk. Ass up."
He bends me over again, this time spreading my legs wider. He slams back inside me in one savage thrust.
"Gonna fill this pussy so good, you’ll come back for more.”
“Y-yes, Daddy," I stutter, every part of me tingling.
He flicks my swollen clit, and I lose control.
The next orgasm hits in seconds, my body convulsing. My voice is gone. I can’t even scream properly.
Azren groans loudly. "Fuck—take it all—"
He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a guttural moan, flooding me with hot, thick jets. He keeps grinding deep, making sure every drop stays inside me.
We stay locked together, panting, sweaty, and trembling.
He leans over me, pressing soft kisses along my spine even as his cock twitches inside me.
"Such a good girl," he utters, his voice hoarse. "My perfect wife."
I smile weakly, still catching my breath.
"Mr. Lakewood... I think I'm going to need an extension on my project."
He chuckles and nips my shoulder.
"Denied. But you can come back for extra credit anytime, Mrs. Lakewood."
I laugh breathlessly, completely spent and utterly satisfied.
Best. Field study. Ever.