Chapter 532

Chapter 532

"Your taste is sweet," Frederick murmured with half-closed eyes. "So sweet and wet."

Charlotte was instantly captivated. Losing herself as she gripped his shoulders and leaned in. "Let me taste."

Their deep, eager kiss lingered, carrying the heady scent of her arousal, but neither of them cared.

Still in a daze, Charlotte toyed with her nipple, slick and wet with Frederick's semen, and tilted her face up. Her other hand wrapped around the back of Frederick's neck, allowing him to explore her mouth. Their tongues slowly entwined.

Frederick hadn't finished yet. He continued thrusting into her as they kissed. Her vagina, slick and hot after her climax, gripped him tightly; the sensation overwhelming.

Charlotte trembled with each thrust, letting out soft, soft whimpers, as if she were melting in his arms.

Frederick bit her lip as he moved inside her, unconsciously licking her soft lips with a tender, loving expression. It didn't take long for her to feel that rush again.

"My waist hurts," Charlotte complained in a low voice.

This position kept her suspended and twisted for too long, her body unable to relax. It was fine for a short while, but over time, it became uncomfortable. Frederick kissed her cheek, lifted her up, and said, "Let's change positions."

And so, he carried her toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

Charlotte felt a wave of fear. "No, someone might see us."

She knew the conference room windows were one-way, but she couldn't shake her fear, especially being completely naked and marked by desire. The thought alone made her feel so ashamed she could cry.

Frederick kissed her ear and comforted her softly. "Don't worry, no one can see. Only I know."

Charlotte whimpered and shook her head, still refusing, but her body had already gone limp. She didn't resist as he positioned her however he wanted, only clinging tightly to his neck.

Standing by the window, she vaguely felt this position was oddly familiar. All she could do was let him hold her waist and enter her again, allowing herself to be swept away by the familiar wave of pleasure.

Frederick's other hand mischievously teased her still-sensitive clit, getting his fingers wet with her fluids before rubbing her small nipple.

Charlotte bit her lip, her mind hazy as she stared out at the bustling streets, the crowded overpasses, and countless skyscrapers. There was a thrilling, reckless feeling of being exposed to everyone, to the whole world.

It was a sensation like staking a claim, returning to raw instinct, boiling in her blood. Even though her body had reached its limit for pleasure, her emotions were wide open, craving more.

Frederick's intense desire and need for her surged through her senses like a hormone, unspoken but powerful, igniting a fire that burned away all control.

Endless, almost forced waves of pleasure raced from her nerve endings, quickly taking over all her senses, filling every thought until only Frederick existed in her mind.

"Darling, I can't take anymore," she pleaded, tilting her head back, enduring the relentless waves of pleasure washing over her body. She couldn't reach that peak, couldn't let it all burst out, and the frustration was driving her mad.

Frederick played with her swollen nipple, somehow pleased by her words. He licked the thin, soft skin behind her ear.

Her pulse throbbed wildly under his lips, vividly showing the excitement and emotion coursing through her body.

"It's okay, I'll give you the ultimate pleasure," Frederick's voice was low and husky with desire. Charlotte could easily sense the longing and the desperate wish to merge with her completely.

Even in this deepest level of possession and connection, she still craved more from him—something deeper, something that would take over her entire body and mind.

Charlotte's abdomen felt churned from within, overwhelmed by an almost unbearable sense of being claimed and the clear pressure inside her.

"No, don't, I can't," she cried, struggling to endure the increasingly fast thrusts and the growing loss of control rising from deep within. It was as if a hidden valve had been cruelly forced open, making her almost surrender, abandoning all restraint, ready to break completely.

Desire steamed into an almost visible mist, mixing with the scorching heat of Frederick's body. It kept her teetering on the edge of collapse, her clit painfully stimulated yet unable to climax, marked by bites on her neck, bruises on her waist, and fluids dripping down her thighs. It felt like he was squeezing every drop out of her.

Sweat soaked her hair, sticking softly to her forehead. Her fingers weakly scratched at the smooth glass, making hoarse scraping sounds before sliding down helplessly. Her whole body relied only on his tight grip on her waist and her swollen nipples pressed flat against the cold glass.

She reached back, trying to pry his hands off, but could only weakly intertwine her fingers with his, feeling his rhythm and demands. She cried out softly, "Don't keep going, I can't take it, darling, please, have mercy."

Charlotte's body clenched with the intense pleasure, like a tidal wave, her nerves taut as she was forced to feel every detail. The more pleasure she felt, the emptier she became, nearly driven insane with tears. Even though she was so full it felt like she'd break, she was still consumed by a terrifying hunger and desire, wishing even her insides could be crushed into dust, finding final satisfaction in complete destruction.

"No!"

She slid to the floor, dazed, trying to hold herself up to avoid collapsing completely. She wanted to escape the overwhelming pleasure that had taken over her body, weakly crawling away.

Frederick easily grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, kissing her ear affectionately. "Be good, listen to me, you'll feel amazing."

"No, I can't," she sobbed, desperately pressing her abdomen, but she couldn't stop the forceful movements inside her. Her body and clit relaxed more quickly, and finally, with a bite on her protruding shoulder blade, she climaxed with tears streaming down her face.

Her overstimulated body felt an unbelievable looseness and softness, open to every intrusion. Her chest heaved with tear-soaked breaths, her body moving with a clear rhythm.

Completely drained, Charlotte relied on Frederick's instinctive embrace during his climax to keep from falling. She covered her face, crying.

Frederick's kisses slowly trailed down from her ear, like a thick layer of resin wrapping around her, waiting for time to pass and harden, turning her into honey-colored amber.