Chapter 529

Chapter 529

Taylor noticed Gavin holding back and tempted him, "Stroke your cock with one hand and pinch your nipple with the other. Yeah, pull it a bit longer, use some force."

Taylor watched calmly as Gavin pleasured himself, until he came on the glass.

She kissed his lips as a reward. "Next, you can do whatever you want to me."

Taylor turned around, slowly took off her clothes, and laid down on the bed.

The way she opened herself up for him to take was another kind of thrill, as if he could have anything he wanted from her. It felt like she controlled him before, but now she was letting him take the lead.

Gavin stared at her beautiful body, his cock still rock hard even after releasing twice.

Taylor was like his aphrodisiac, making him lose control, even willing to throw away his pride as a man.

He leaned in to kiss her, starting from her lips, down to her neck, her breasts, and slowly lower. Taylor knew what he was about to do and willingly spread her legs.

The moment his warm mouth enveloped her, Taylor let out a soft moan. Gavin looked up at her, and she gently ruffled his hair.

He knew she liked this.

He licked her from top to bottom, then took her clit fully into his mouth until it was swelled. His tongue slipped inside her pussy, pressing softly deeper, then teasing with the tip, listening to Taylor's low, soft moans and breathless gasps, which filled him with satisfaction.

He lifted his head, reached out to touch her pussy, and slid two fingers inside to play.

Her wet, soft pussy couldn't help but leak, pulling his fingers deeper as if inviting him in.

He explored with his fingers, pressing on the sensitive spot inside her pussy and rubbing it back and forth. Taylor's hips twisted unconsciously, like a snake slithering slowly, drowning in endless desire.

She wrapped her arms around Gavin's neck, flipped him over, and pinned him beneath her. "You're too slow."

Fingers were too thin, after all. With a dazed look, she guided Gavin's cock to rub against her, hugging his neck and grinding her wet pussy against his equally soaked cock.

The feeling of his tip pushing into her pussy and rubbing against the tender flesh inside was intoxicating. She leaned down for a kiss, moaning softly, "So big, Gavin."

Gavin's face showed strain. "Call me darling."

Taylor ignored his request.

Gavin grabbed her butt cheeks, kneading them, then pulled them apart to open her wet pussy wider. Biting her lip, he begged, "Master, stop teasing. Take it in."

The slow process of sliding in with just their bodies rubbing together was torturous and made her blush. Taylor moaned softly, feeling her pussy being stretched and filled bit by bit, reaching depths fingers couldn't touch, satisfying every inch of her craving.

She couldn't help but sway her hips to savor the feeling of being completely taken care of, then started moving up and down on her own, letting his cock pull out a little before thrusting back in hard, breaking through her pussy.

Taylor bit his throat. "Gavin, it feels so good."

She sped up her movements, almost crying from being fucked so hard, her eyes wet but unable to stop herself.

"Gavin, you take over. It's too slow. I want it faster."

Riding him had its limits, the deeper it went, the more sensitive she felt. Her legs were shaky, and she couldn't go fast enough, which only made her more frustrated, longing to be pinned down and fucked hard.

Gavin kissed her cheek, held her tight, flipped her over, and pressed her onto the bed. He lifted one of her legs and thrust deep inside.

"So deep," Taylor mumbled, looking up at him in a daze, before being thrown into a sea of desire, clinging tightly to his shoulders in the storm, losing her senses as he fucked her.

The room filled with continuous sounds. Her perky, tense butt turned red from the impact, but she couldn't escape. Pinned down between the sheets, Taylor cried as she climaxed over and over.

Only when she had almost no strength left was she released. As he cleaned her between her spread legs, she fell asleep.

Her sleeping face looked a bit cold, but the hickeys and finger marks all over her body, along with the lingering flush on her cheeks, told a different story.

Gavin leaned down to kiss her forehead, the lust in his eyes almost gone, replaced by pure tenderness.

He didn't want to let go, not in this lifetime.

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Frederick had decided to give the Percy Group's pharmaceutical factory to Byron for free.

Compared to Charlotte, the factory meant nothing.

His only condition was to see Charlotte when signing the contract.

Two days later, at the office building Byron requested, Charlotte showed up with him.

The moment Frederick saw Charlotte, his eyes turned red. He rushed to her and hugged her tightly.

Charlotte whispered in his ear, "I don't know where Quin is being held. I can't leave with you today."

Frederick gently rubbed her back, his eyes full of concern. "Don't worry, I've got everything under control. I won't let you suffer even a little."

He leaned down and, right in front of Byron, lightly kissed the corner of her lips, catching Byron's icy glare from the corner of his eye.

Byron yanked Charlotte over. "Alright, let's sign the contract now."

After seeing Charlotte, Frederick didn't spare Byron a single glance. Once the contract was signed, he looked at Byron coldly. "I have some things to say to my wife. Byron, please leave."

Byron tapped his fingers on the desk, a smirk on his lips and a mocking look in his eyes. "How do I know you won't run off?"

Charlotte shot him a look. "Quin is in your hands. Where could I possibly run to?"

Byron knew that, of course. He chuckled, got up, and left the office, giving the couple their space.

Charlotte went to lock the door.

When she came back, she first asked for a long kiss, then hugged Frederick with a strong hint of suggestion.

Through her shirt, Frederick accurately found her slightly hardened nipple, played with it for a bit, then let go. "Take off your clothes yourself and sit on the desk. Let me see."

Charlotte looked up at him, feeling wronged. "I'm worried there might be cameras."

Frederick reassured her, "I checked everything before you arrived. My people are outside. Byron wouldn't dare try anything."

To Frederick, her cool demeanor mixed with charm was an irresistible turn-on. He loved watching her blush as she undressed, opening herself to him, showing her need, and looking at him with wet eyes, begging him to satisfy her.

Especially when she tilted her head slightly, slowly unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her delicate throat, the soft curve of her shoulders hidden in shadow, her gentle collarbone, and her full breasts with hardened nipples from the stimulation.

Her slim waist, so small he could wrap his hands around it, was mesmerizing. Then, lifting her gaze with a mix of shyness and natural seduction, she looked at him, undid her belt, and let her flowing skirt slide down. Her underwear followed, dropping to the floor with a step.