Christine knew she needed to please this man, to convince him to give her a child.
At least, to keep his hand where it was.
Her mind fixated on Adrian's five-minute limit - her dignity, virtue, reputation... none mattered anymore. All she cared about was whether he was hard.
Forgetting all propriety, she reached her other hand toward his lap.
It remained soft and quiet, dormant beneath his suit pants.
Her heart sank.
Her sex experience was limited. Ethan had been her first and only, and she'd barely seen any porns content - even pop-up ads made her blush and click away.
...How could she possibly seduce Adrian?
With no choice, she followed instinct.
She shifted her hips to the desk's edge. Gripping Adrian's index finger tightly, she aid at her entrance. Taking a deep breath, she guided both their fingers inside herself together.
She rarely pleasured herself, only occasionally touching her sensitive bud in the shower. Now, unprecedented nervousness made her already inexperienced movents even more clumsy. Barely wet enough, her intimate flesh struggled to accept both fingers, leaving their intertwined digits trapped in her tight passage, unable to move deeper or withdraw.
But how could this be enough? Afraid Adrian would pull away, Christine desperately hooked his knuckles, urgently working their joined fingers inside her passage, attempting to press and stroke.
Too rushed - she gasped in discomfort after just two strokes.
Still not enough.
His other hand was free.
She lifted herself, taking his right hand to her chest.
Her pale flesh spilled between their entwined fingers. She guided Adrian to pinch her sensitive peaks, pressing her rosy nipples against his fingertips - releasing, then pressing again. Soon her buds turned red and hard, her soft curves covered in fingerprints.
Their hands intertwined, bodies close. Their eyes t, and this ti Christine didn't look away. She wanted to beg him to take her, just once would be enough.
But she couldn't form the words, only managing a pleading: "Brother Adrian..."
There she was, completely bare on her brother-in-law's desk, legs spread, her breasts reddened by his touch, his fingers still inside her.
And she called him "brother."
Utterly shaless.
Strangely, that's when Adrian responded.
His manhood swelled visibly, straining against his gray suit pants. The heat radiated through the fabric - Christine didn't need to touch to know he was aroused.
Adrian raised an eyebrow.
He seed indifferent to his own reaction.
"...You're aroused."
His fingers still inside her, she stared directly into his eyes, defiant. "So you'll help , right?"
Even aroused, Adrian's expression remained unchanged, like a handso Greek statue, unmoved by desire. His slight glance carried such dominance that Christine's gathered courage crumbled, leaving her breathless.
"Yes," his words more command than agreent.
"I'll bed you until you're pregnant."
"...However."
Before Christine could feel relief, her nerves tensed again.
He withdrew his fingers, making her flinch. He glanced at her wetness on his hand, wiped it on her waist, and looked down at her with a hazy, mocking smile.
"I decide when and how."
"When I call, you co. Obey."
Christine knew from the mont she made this "request," she had no room to negotiate. If Adrian agreed to help, she'd have to accept any demands, no matter how extre.
For this child, she had to give everything.
"...Alright." She nodded.
Their agreent sealed, the transaction began.
"Now."
Adrian straightened, his deep voice commanding from above, carrying undeniable authority: "Kneel."
Only then did Christine truly understand what he ant by "obey."
Silently, she pushed herself up from the desk and slowly knelt before him.
His clothing remained immaculate, as if nothing had happened; while she knelt bare on the office carpet, wearing only her heels.
His arousal strained against his suit pants before her face, the masculine scent overwhelming her senses through the fabric. anwhile, her sensitive peaks brushed against his trousers, the friction making her tremble.
She waited for his next command.
"Suck it."
Christine looked up, clearing her mind of all distractions.
Just do as he says. Everything is for Ethan.
She reached for Adrian's belt. He clearly worked out regularly - as she touched his waist, she felt solid muscle beneath his shirt. When she lowered his waistband, defined muscles ca into view.
At that mont, her attention was forcibly drawn elsewhere.
His black briefs strained against an impressive length - like a cobra ready to strike through its confines.
With trembling fingers, she pulled down his underwear. He was rock-hard, his length springing free as she pulled down his briefs, the purple-flushed head pointing straight at her nose. His thick shaft was lined with prominent veins, heavy orbs full and swollen beneath.
Instinctively, she looked up at Adrian's face. His steel-gray gaze t hers from above, expressionless, cutting through what remained of her dignity like a blade.
His face remained cold and emotionless, yet his manhood burned hot.
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