Adrian fervently kissed Clara again, his hands roaming over her body, igniting every nerve with his touch. He slid his hands under her plaid skirt and squeezed her ass, just like he had been craving to do since he saw her for the first time after he came back. He picked her up in his strong arms, enlacing her legs around his waist. He kissed her neck, feeling her shiver under his lips, and squeezed her thighs all, savoring the softness of her skin.
In one swift movement, he sat her down on his desk. Adrian began to unbutton Clara's uniform shirt, each undone button revealing more of her smooth skin. She was wearing a simple rosé-pink bra under her uniform, her generous breasts running out of space in the fitted lace. He explored her newly exposed flesh with both his hands and his mouth, kissing and caressing her chest with a fervent intensity. Clara's breath quickened as she saw the raw lust and desire in his eyes, a flicker of nervousness mingling with her own excitement.
With deliberate movements, Adrian shrugged off his shirt, exposing his strong, muscular body adorned with intricate tattoos. The sight of him, powerful and unrestrained, sent a shiver through Clara—he said it himself: he wasn’t stopping.
Adrian stood tall over Clara, the size of his body making her feel small and vulnerable. He looked down at her with an intense gaze and asked, "Are you nervous?"
Clara bit her lip nervously, her gaze flickering with hesitation. "I just… I never…," she stuttered slightly, her cheeks flushing as she admitted, "This is my first time, actually."
A lustful smile spread across Adrian's face as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "I know," he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. With effortless strength, he lifted her out of the desk with one arm, cradling her against his chest. "Let’s go, babygirl," he whispered, carrying her out of his office.
Adrian forcefully threw Clara onto his bed, climbing on top of her and passionately kissing her mouth and neck. His hand reached for under her skirt, touching the slightly wet cotton fabric of her panties. "Tell me, Clara, do you ever touch yourself?" he asked with a malicious grin.
Clara blushed deeply in shame, whispering, "I don’t… Well… Only sometimes..."
Adrian's desire intensified at the sight of her embarrassment, fueling his lust even more. He traced a trail of kisses down Clara's body. He pulled down her white panties and stuck his head under her plaid skirt. He briefly admired the pink, soft, umid folds of her pussy, her virgin and untouched pussy. He spent weeks thinking about that pussy and now it was right there, spreaded in front of him.
Clara gasped and squirmed as Adrian began to hungrily pleasure her with his mouth. Never, in her entire life, she felt something even remotely like this. It was so good and so intense that she could feel an orgasm building up. She attempted to signal Adrian to stop because she was close, breathlessly, "Adrian, please, I'm… I’m gonna…," but he disregarded her and kept going, pushing her hips against the mattress so she didn’t move.
Clara’s body collapsed into an intense orgasm. She had pleased herself a few times, with her own fingers, alone in her bedroom at night, but she mostly felt ashamed of it even though no one was watching. But nothing she ever felt could compare to what Adrian just gave her.
Adrian climbed on top of Clara once more, kissing her deeply, making her taste herself. With a malicious edge to his voice, he asked, "Do you like this?"
Too exasperated to speak, Clara timidly nodded in response. Adrian smiled and kissed her again, then slid his hand under her back to unhook her bra. He tossed Clara's bra aside with a dismissive flick, his hands eagerly exploring her soft, exposed breasts. He squeezed them gently, eliciting a gasp from her lips, before tracing kisses along her neckline until he reached her nipples. He licked and sucked on her sensitive nipples, savoring her reactions. Meanwhile, his movements grew more urgent, his crotch pressing firmly against hers.
Clara could feel the hardened volume in Adrian’s pants and it was quite big, which made her nervous when he stood on his knees and opened his pants—it was even bigger than it seemed. He stroked his cock a couple times before leaning on top of her again. As he rubbed the tip on her clit, Clara swallowed hard, nervous, thinking again about him saying that he wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t believe that it was actually happening.
She was about to lose her virginity to her own uncle.
Adrian penetrated her slowly but in a single, fluid movement. Clara gasped, the pain wasn’t like she thought it would be; her pussy was swollen and wet from her orgasm, his dick entered with no friction, but it was so thick and big it pressured her cervix. It felt good, unbelievably good. He began to move his body and pleasure and pain merged into a single feeling. She reached to touch his chest, but he grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the mattress, his movements becoming faster and rougher. He looked deep into her eyes while he fucked her, his beautiful blue eyes were dark with lust. A second wave of pleasure hit Clara and she could feel another orgasm building up again. She tried to make that feeling last longer, but it was useless.
As Adrian pushed some deep, final thrusts into her pussy and groaned in pleasure in her ear, Clara came with him. She could feel his cock throbbing on her walls, his hot cum deep inside of her. He loosened the grip of his hands on her wrists and caressed her face, before placing a gentle kiss onto her forehead.