Chapter 531

Chapter 531

Frederick noticed Charlotte's movements and spanked her butt as a punishment, continuing to order her, "Spread your butt open for me to see!"

Her body, already overwhelmed by pleasure, could hardly muster any resistance. Hesitantly, she reached back, forcefully parting the most intimate part of her body, revealing her pussy that couldn't close around the thick cock inside, still glistening with obvious wetness. As if that wasn't enough, she touched where their bodies were joined, pleading with a clear sob in her voice, "Darling, darling, harder!"

Her body, drenched in the sweet taste of desire, was irresistibly inviting. Her reddened butt cheeks, spanked hard, were parted by her own hands, exposing their intimate union. Her unguarded pleas were enough to strip away all restraint.

He didn't want Byron to take her away.

A flicker of anger crossed Frederick's eyes.

Only he had the right to see Charlotte like this.

Frederick withdrew slightly before thrusting back in hard, making her cry out. Her hands, still holding herself open, didn't let go. She supported her weight on her shoulders and raised her hips higher, making it easier for him to invade her completely, so deeply that she could barely even scream.

Frederick watched her squirm beneath him. Soon, she started begging for mercy, though her words didn't match her actions. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back, driving himself into her deepest point in one swift motion. Then he let go, watching her body go limp as the cock slowly slid out a little, only to thrust back in again, pushing her until she cried.

The rhythm of his movements was slow, but every reaction from her made him want to savor it. He watched her give in again and again, offering up her soft, sweet body, powerless in waves of pleasure, letting him do whatever he wanted with her, consuming her entirely.

Charlotte cried as she felt him thrust hard a few more times after her latest climax, then withdrew and released himself over her lower back.

She could almost picture the scene vividly in her mind. Then she felt Frederick smear the cum with his cock, dragging it down to her butt cheeks.

Her dirty lower back, butt cheeks, and her pussy, still trembling and slick with what he had drawn from her , made her look utterly indecent.

Completely naked, she was lifted off the conference table and placed on her back in a reclining chair. Her legs were spread wide, hanging over the sides, leaving her completely exposed, like a silent invitation.

Come take me from the front.

Frederick thrust into her again, then lifted her chin to make her look at his face. With a cold, devilish, and depraved tone, he murmured, "Take a good look at yourself. See how I've made you cry from fucking you."

As if under a spell, she lowered her gaze and saw herself flushed and trembling, wet pussy overflowing with fluids, stuffed with Frederick's massive cock—a size that seemed impossible to take, yet it was undeniably inside her.

Her pussy tightened from the stimulation, making the reality of him being inside her feel more intense than ever, almost intoxicating.

Her nipples, much larger than before, stood erect on her breasts marked with handprints, like flowers forced open by sex, fully bloomed under rough treatment.

Frederick gathered some of her wetness and, in what felt like slow motion to her, spread it over the place he had kissed and bitten, coating it so carefully that even her nipple glistened with a lewd shine.

Then he looked up at her, "Darling, your breast is leaking juice."

Blushing, she felt an instinctive shame but couldn't fully process his words. All she could do was eagerly agree, "It's all because of you, darling."

Then she hesitantly cupped herself, "Darling, do you want to suck on it?"

Frederick thrust deep into her pussy, then leaned down to bite her lips, his tone a mix of intensity and desire, "You look so good."

Pinned down in the now-empty conference room, Charlotte felt like there was no escape.

She was placed in the chair, legs spread over the armrests, forced to watch herself become a distorted, unrecognizable version of who she was.

This position left her back hanging in the air, completely at his mercy. To avoid being shaken too much, she had to cling tightly to Frederick, pulling him closer.

She knew he was doing this on purpose, but all she could do was hold on and beg him to slow down.

Her reddened butt cheeks were forcefully spread by him, each movement so intense it felt like he might break her, the depth of it terrifying.

"No, don't!"

All she could manage were incoherent moans, not even sure what she was trying to say.

Frederick didn't ease up just because she was crying and begging. Instead, he lifted her higher, almost folding her in half as he fucked her.

This position was uncomfortable for her, but the depth of it made it feel overwhelming, the intensity almost unbearable.

She saw Frederick lower his head to bite her smooth calf, leaving a trail of faint red marks. His fingers gripped the inside of her thighs tightly, and the wetness he had drawn from her slid down her body, even dampening the chair beneath.

Frederick's fingers lingered near her stretched pussy, rubbing her clit and touching the tender skin of her perineum, stoking her desire even more.

That desire felt endless, something deep within her that refused to settle.

Charlotte weakly clung to Frederick's shoulders, crying softly as she watched him kiss her smooth, round calf, finally giving it a gentle bite before letting go.

Throughout it all, he never slowed. Charlotte whimpered, curling her toes, overwhelmed by the strange, tingling sensation on her calf, "No more, darling, I'm going to cum."

Frederick buried himself deep inside her, reached down to rub her overly sensitive clit, and kissed her wet eyes, "Then cum, baby."

Stimulated by his gentle, careful touch, with his cock moving faster and harder inside her, relentlessly grinding against her sensitive spots, Charlotte bit her lip and tilted her head back, her sweat-soaked hair falling softly on her shoulders. With a muffled groan, a gush of fluid washed over his cock.

Cum splashed onto her chest, marked with red spots and swollen nipples, heightening the intensity of the moment. Frederick wiped it with his hand, carefully spreading the cum on her other, unbroken nipple.

He didn't stop until every trace of the moment was spread across her skin. As Charlotte, flushed and dazed in the aftermath, unconsciously tightened her pussy around his cock, he licked his fingers right in front of her.