Chapter 525

Chapter 525

Charlotte's body heated up, and she couldn't help but wiggle her slim waist. Her tight pussy was forcefully penetrated by a thick cock, her tender flesh gripping it tightly, trying to push the hot, massive shaft out.

"Charlotte, does it feel good? Are you happy?"

Frederick's eyes turned bloodshot from how tightly she squeezed him. He lifted one of her slender legs and started thrusting hard without hesitation.

The thick cock pounded into her delicate pussy, sending electric waves of pleasure through Charlotte, making her moan softly.

"Keep undressing."

Charlotte was overwhelmed by sharp waves of pleasure when Frederick's commanding voice rang in her ears.

But as soon as she reached out her small hand to touch his chest, his relentless thrusts made her whole body go weak.

"I can't, I have no strength left."

Tears of arousal streamed from her narrow eyes as she gasped weakly.

Between her wide-open legs, her tight pussy made sounds as he pounded into her. Her delicate lips trembled pitifully.

Frederick kept staring at the lewd sight of their connection, watching how her most tender spot was roughly played with by him.

Frederick urged her in a low, husky voice, leaning down to kiss her trembling nipples, licking and sucking them with wet sounds.

"It's too big, too deep!"

Charlotte's breasts and pussy were being ravished by him. Her dazed eyes grew more unfocused, her small mouth moaning as her body overflowed with desire.

Barely holding onto her last shred of sanity, she lifted her small hand and tore at his clothes.

Frederick had already licked her hard nipples until they glistened, then grabbed her large breasts and rubbed them against his chest.

His broad, hard chest grazed her soft breasts, her sensitive nipples brushing against his firm muscles, sending shivers through her.

"Be gentle, you're going to break me."

Charlotte felt like electricity coursed through her where their skin touched, not to mention her pussy being pounded so hard.

The overwhelming pleasure made her moan uncontrollably.

At that moment, the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Charlotte's curvy body trembled as an intense orgasm hit her hard.

Her pussy released fluids, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Frederick felt a hot rush over the tip of his cock, her suddenly tightening pussy squeezing him in the most satisfying way.

He narrowed his eyes, lifting her other slender leg.

Then, holding her small butt, he pulled her onto his lap. The purple-red, menacing cock between his legs was fully swallowed by her dripping pussy.

Her body, still sensitive from the orgasm, trembled at this deep penetration.

It was too deep!

She felt a tingling softness deep inside her pussy, her tender cervix being pounded by his thick, long cock.

Charlotte couldn't take it and tried to escape, but her legs had no strength, and her butt was firmly held by him.

She could only let his monstrous cock thrust into her pussy however it wanted.

Frederick watched her twist her slim waist, trying to get away, but she didn’t realize that the more she struggled, the tighter her greedy pussy gripped him.

With red eyes, he grabbed her waist, lifted her round butt, and pulled her up before pressing her down hard again.

His thick, long cock was swallowed over and over by her dripping pussy with difficulty.

After thrusting like this for a while, he still didn’t feel satisfied.

But Charlotte was driven to cry out in pleasure, feeling like she was dying a little each time his massive cock hit her cervix.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't handle it!"

She cried out as she climaxed again, and he flipped her over, grabbing her perky butt and entering her from behind.

The overwhelming pleasure flooded her senses, nearly drowning her mind.

Suddenly, she felt something wet on her bare shoulder. His tall body pressed intimately against her smooth back, licking the hickeys on her slender back one by one.

Frederick's thin lips licked gently, but the thick, hard cock between his legs thrust harder with each stroke.

His strong hands weren’t idle either, grabbing her hanging breasts and fondling them roughly.

"My pussy is going to break!"

Charlotte, with her butt raised as he took her, had tears of arousal streaming down her flushed face. Her moans, dripping with lust, carried a hint of a sob.

That night, Charlotte lost count of how many times she climaxed or how many times Frederick came inside her.

"Charlotte, Charlotte."

All she remembered was, in her hazy state, his low, gentle voice calling her name.

When Frederick woke up the next day, the space beside him was empty.

His heart skipped a beat. Memories of last night's wildness flashed through his mind, and a bad feeling crept in.

He quickly called Charlotte, but her phone was off.

He got up, his face dark, and ordered Louis to track down Charlotte and Byron.

Louis was stunned by the order and instinctively asked, "Mr. Percy, is Mrs. Percy with Byron?"

"Not sure, but if they’re together, kill Byron!" Even through the phone, Louis could feel Frederick's murderous intent.

But right after hanging up, he got a call from Cecilia: "Frederick! Quin is missing! We’ve searched the whole house, and he’s nowhere to be found."

"Frederick, please think of something."

Cecilia was on the verge of tears, her words incoherent.

Frederick’s face darkened. After hanging up, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "Byron!"

Meanwhile, in a hidden club, Charlotte was led into a private room by Shade.

Byron was thrilled to see her, a smile spreading across his face as he walked toward her, seemingly wanting to hug her. But Charlotte dodged to the side.

His eyes immediately caught the hickeys on her neck, stark against her delicate skin, making his eyes turn red with jealousy. "Charlotte, are you doing this on purpose?"

His fingertips lightly traced her neck before resting on her lips.

Charlotte’s red lips were swollen.

Byron was consumed with jealousy, and for the first time, he openly expressed his feelings to her: "Charlotte, how am I worse than Frederick? Is it because I’m not as good-looking as him? Do you care that much about looks?"

He touched his own face, hatred burning in his eyes. "But if it weren’t for that explosion, I wouldn’t be disfigured, I wouldn’t have lost my face."

"Why can’t you care about me just a little more?" His gaze on Charlotte was almost pleading.