Amara crawled toward Alex where he sat against the wall, her movents slow and exhausted but obedient. When she reached him, she straddled his lap, her thighs trembling as she positioned herself over his cock.
She gripped his shoulders for balance and lowered herself slowly, taking him inside inch by inch. Her face contorted with the sensation, her mouth falling open.
"Mmh~~ still so big..."
When she was fully seated on him, she paused for a mont to adjust. Then she started to move.
Her hips rolled in slow circles at first, grinding against him. Alex’s hands went to her waist, feeling the way her muscles moved beneath his palms.
"That’s it," he encouraged. "Keep going."
Amara lifted herself up and dropped back down, starting a steady rhythm. Her hair had co completely loose now, falling down her back in dark waves that swayed with each movent.
And her breasts. God, her breasts.
They bounced with every rise and fall of her hips, the movent hypnotic and perfect. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off them, watching the way they moved, the way her nipples were still hard and begging for attention.
He leaned forward and took one into his mouth.
"Ahh~~ Master..."
His tongue swirled around her nipple, flicking across it, while his hand ca up to squeeze her other breast. Amara’s rhythm faltered for a mont as pleasure shot through her, then she resud riding him with renewed intensity.
"Don’t slow down," Alex commanded between licks. "Keep that pace."
"Yes, Master... hah~~"
She obeyed, her hips moving faster now, taking him deep with each drop. Her wetness was everywhere, coating his cock, dripping down onto his thighs. The sounds of their bodies eting filled the vault room.
Alex switched to her other breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. Amara’s hands moved to the back of his head, holding him there, keeping his mouth on her.
"Oh god... your mouth feels so good... ahh~~"
Her pace was getting faster, more desperate. She was chasing another orgasm, her body instinctively seeking that release even though she was completely exhausted.
But after a few more minutes, Alex could see her slowing down. Her thighs were shaking with fatigue, her movents becoming less coordinated. She was trying to maintain the pace but her body was giving out.
He released her breast from his mouth and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest. Her breasts pressed flat against him, her face buried in his neck.
Then he started fucking her from below.
Hard.
Fast.
Relentless.
"Oh fuck! Master! Ahh~~!"
Amara had no control anymore. She could only hold on while Alex’s hips drove up into her over and over. His arms kept her locked against him, preventing her from moving, forcing her to take every thrust.
"Yes... yes... oh god yes... hah~~"
Her moans turned into sobs. Not from pain. From overwhelming pleasure. From sensation so intense she couldn’t process it.
Tears started running down her face, soaking into Alex’s shoulder where her head rested.
"It feels so good," she gasped between sobs. "So fucking good... I haven’t felt this in years... ahh~~"
Alex kept that brutal pace, his cock driving deep into her pussy with chanical precision. "The President doesn’t touch you anymore, does he?"
"No... hah~~ his penis is as little as he is... can barely feel it... ahh~~"
Even as she said it, even as she insulted her husband, she was moaning. The words ca out broken, interspersed with gasps and cries of pleasure.
"But you feel , don’t you?"
"Yes! God yes! I feel every inch! Mmh~~"
Alex’s grip on her tightened. "You want to get revenge on him? For treating you like shit? For not caring about you?"
She lifted her head slightly, her tear-stained face inches from his. "Yes..."
’That bastard talked to her like she was nothing. Treated her like a prop. Fuck him.’
"Then take it," Alex said. "Take everything you need from ."
He released his grip on her and pulled back slightly. "Open the vault. Show where his office is."
It took Amara a mont to process the command through her pleasure-fogged mind. Then understanding dawned in her eyes, followed by a wicked smile.
She climbed off him slowly, her legs barely supporting her weight. She walked to the vault on unsteady feet and entered the code. The heavy door swung open.
Inside was another room. Smaller than the outer vault but luxuriously appointed. A massive mahogany desk dominated the space. Leather chairs. Expensive artwork on the walls. Everything designed to project power and wealth.
"His private office," Amara said, gesturing inside. "Where he makes his important decisions. Where he feels most in control."
Alex stood and walked into the office, looking around. His eyes landed on the desk, on the chair behind it, on the expensive rug beneath it all.
"We’re going to spoil everything in here," he said. "Leave our wetness everywhere. My cum on his desk. On his chair. On everything he touches. A gift for being such an asshole."
Amara’s smile widened. "I love that idea."
"Good. Then let’s start with the chair."
She walked to the desk and positioned herself in front of the chair, bending over it. Her hands gripped the armrests and she looked back at him over her shoulder, her ass raised and inviting.
"Like this, Master?"
Alex moved behind her, admiring the view. Her pussy was swollen and red from all the fucking, still glistening wet, still ready for more.
He positioned his cock at her entrance and was about to thrust in when a notification appeared in his vision.
[Affection Stats Activated]
[New Main Quest: Claim Your First Harem mber]
[Target: Amara Ruiz]
[Current Affection Level: 80%]
[Requirent: Affection must reach 100% and subject must verbally accept harem position]
[Note: Harem mbers gain special status. Permanent connection to host. Access to shared benefits. Must willingly accept this role.]
[Reward: Harem System Unlock 200 Stat Points Advanced Skill Selection]
Alex stared at the notification.
’Affection Stats? That’s new. And claiming her as a harem mber? Does that an I can fuck her whenever I want? The system is calling this a main quest though. How does that work?’
But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. And honestly, as long as it sounded interesting, he was in.
"Alex? What are you waiting for?"
Amara’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She was looking back at him, confusion and anticipation on her face.
Alex smiled. "Coming, my lady."
He thrust into her hard.
"Ahh~~!"
No buildup. No gentle start. Just imdiate, brutal fucking that made the chair shake beneath her.
**POH. POH. POH.**
The sounds echoed through the office, mixing with Amara’s desperate moans. Alex’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her.
"Yes! Fuck ! Right here in his chair! Ahh~~"
His pace was relentless. The Max Stamina ant he could maintain this intensity indefinitely, could fuck her until she completely broke.
After a few minutes, Alex grabbed both her wrists and pulled them behind her back. He held them together in one hand, using them for leverage as he fucked her even harder.
"Oh god! Oh fuck! Master! Hah~~"
She had no control now. Couldn’t brace herself. Could only take what he gave her while her face pressed against the leather of the chair.
"You’re so tight," Alex groaned. "Your pussy keeps squeezing . You’re close again, aren’t you?"
"Yes! So close! Please don’t stop! Ahh~~"
He didn’t stop. Kept that sa punishing rhythm while her moans turned into screams.
"I’m cumming! Oh fuck I’m cumming! Mmh~~!"
Her pussy clamped down on his cock in rhythmic pulses. Her whole body went rigid, every muscle locking tight. Wetness gushed out around where they were joined, dripping down onto the expensive leather chair.
"That’s it," Alex encouraged. "Cum all over his chair. Ruin it."
"Yes... yes... oh god yes... hah~~"
When her orgasm finally subsided, Alex pulled out. Amara collapsed forward over the chair, completely spent, gasping for air.
But Alex wasn’t done yet.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back up to her feet, then positioned her bent over the desk this ti. Her breasts pressed against the cool mahogany surface.
"Again?" she said weakly. "Master, I don’t know if I can..."
"You can. And you will."
He thrust back into her and started fucking her hard again. The desk shook with each impact, papers sliding off the surface onto the floor.
"Ahh~~ fuck... oh god..."
Minutes passed. Alex’s pace never slowed. Never faltered. He fucked her over that desk with the sa relentless intensity, and Amara could do nothing but moan and take it.
Finally, Alex felt his own orgasm approaching. That familiar tightness in his core, that pressure building to the breaking point.
"I’m going to cum," he said.
"Inside ... cum inside ... hah~~"
"No. On the desk. On his precious desk."
He pulled out at the last second. His hand gripped his cock and stroked once, twice, and then he was cumming.
Thick ropes of white splashed across the mahogany surface. Onto the papers. Onto the naplate that read "President Ruiz." Everywhere.
When he was finally spent, when the last drops had fallen, Alex looked at the ss they’d made.
The chair was soaked with Amara’s wetness. The desk was covered in his cum. The office reeked of sex.
Perfect.
Amara was still bent over the desk, breathing hard, completely exhausted but looking satisfied in a way she probably hadn’t felt in years.
Alex looked at her. At this powerful, beautiful woman who he’d just completely dominated in her husband’s private office.
’Now how the hell do I get her to agree to be my harem mber? She’s the First Lady. That’s not exactly a simple conversation.’
But as he watched her slowly push herself up from the desk, as he saw the satisfied smile on her face despite her exhaustion, he thought maybe it wouldn’t be as hard as he expected.
Maybe she wanted this just as much as he did.
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