"Good girl!"
Adrian smiled as he tipped her chin up and smiled as if they were at dinner, and her half-naked body on her husband’s desk were only another pleasant course he had decided to take his time with.
"Since you asked so nicely," Adrian smiled, kising her on the cheeks, "Get on your knees and show me how a neglected wife says please."
Eleanor’s breath snagged in her throat, "Adrian... the door. The guards..."
"Then you had better use that pretty mouth for something quieter than shouting my name," He cut her off mid sentence and stepped back just far enough to pull his trousers down, not breaking eye contact with her, "Look first. I want to watch you realize what you begged for."
He was thick and flushed and already wet at the head with his precum, and the sight of him made something rise in her throat, a need so sudden it left her lightheaded.
"Oh! heavens."
Eleanor slid off the desk without being told, her knees hitting the carpet hard enough to sting, and reached for him with both hands, greedy and almost clumsy in her eagerness.
Without any delay, she took him into her mouth as if she had been thinking about it for years and could not bear another second without tasting him.
There was no poise left in her, and no Lady Montfort either, only a woman on her knees in her husband’s study with spit already gathering at the corners of her mouth.
"I should not," she whispered not to him, but to herself, even as her fingers closed around what she could not yet swallow, "I have never... Not like this."
"And yet here you are," he murmured, gently rubbing her cheeks with delight. "Go on. Taste what your husband has not been giving you."
Eleanor obliged without any delay as she licked him first as if she needed the flavor of him on her tongue before she could think.
She then sank down and sucked him deep, her tongue working the underside of him while her lips stretched around the thickness of her shaft.
Spit ran down her chin in a shining thread and dripped onto her bare breasts, and she did not stop to wipe it, only took him farther inside her. her eyes turned wet.
Her one hand wrapped around his cock as her mouth omved up and down, trying to take him as deep as possible, because she wanted him pleased, wanted to be useful after so many empty years of an untouched marriage.
Adrian’s hand settled in her hair yet he did not have to force her. She was already trying to give him more than she had, moaning around his cock.
"Look at you," he muttered, his voice gone rough with amusement, "Starving for it. Did you practice this in your head while Lord Montfort snored down the hall?"
"Do not... Ahh... Do not say his name. Please. I cannot..." She replied while taking him deeper and the sound of her sucking filled the study.
"You can. You are doing it with your mouth full of me." He tightened his grip just enough to guide her, "Deeper, My Lady. You wanted to be useful."
She tried not to gag on his cock when he bumped the back of her throat, spit shining on her chin, on her breasts, while her hand stroked what she could not swallow, until he finally pulled her off him. This chapter is updated first at novelping dot com.
A string of spit still connected her swollen mouth to the head of his cock, trembling between them, and Eleanor looked up at him as if she would have gone back down the instant he loosened his grip.
"Please," she gasped, wrecked already and still reaching. "I can... Let me. I will be quieter. I will be good."
"You already were." His smile turned brighter, almost fond, though he did not let her have her mouth on him again, "But I did not come into this study to finish on your tongue."
He hauled her up from the carpet, set her back on the edge of the desk among the wreckage of ledgers and spilled ink, and dragged her hips forward until there was nowhere left for her to go, her thighs spread wide around him.
"Adrian...Wait. You are too— Ahh—"
"Shh." He put the headof his cock against the entrance of her pussy, rubbing his cock against her, "You wan’t it, don’t you? I am only being obedient."
And just like that, he pushed his cock forward in one hard motion and buried himself deep inside her without easing her onto him, forcing his thick shaft into a body that had not been filled in years.
"Umm!" Eleanor bit her lips and her eyes rolled. She tried her best not to cry out loud and alert the guards. Her inner walls gripped hi s cock so tightly it felt as if she were trying to keep him there.
"It is so big... Ahhh... You are tearing me..." Eleanor barely managed to speak through her pursed lips, tears rolling through the corner of her eyes.
Adrian, on the other hand, did not pull back. He stayed buried inside her, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked as if he meant to leave the mark of it on her for days, even when Lord montfort came back.
"Please... Oh gods, Adrian, please go slow," she cried, nails digging into his shoulders, "I have not... Ahhh... I have not done this for years. You are stretching me too much."
"Years," he said against her breast, cheeky even now. "What a waste of a beautiful wife. Lucky me."
"Do not— Mmh— Do not tease me while you are— Ahh— Inside—"
"I will tease you especially while I am inside." He smiled against her skin, pulled back slowly enough that she felt even his veins rubbing against her pussy walls, "Feel that? That is what you were waiting for on this desk."
"I was not— I did not mean— Ohh, gods—"
"You did. You said it yourself." Adrian smirked and that was the last of his patience.
He abandoned the gentleness and began to move faster and faster until the slap of his hips against hers filled the study and the desk creaked under them everytime he pushed inside her.
He held her so tight and pushed into her such that he intended to fuck the years of neglect out of her body by force, making her breasts bounce hard against his mouth and his hand.
"Adrian... fuck... Yes!" She bucked under him, loud even when she tried not to be, clinging to his shoulders as if the desk itself might disappear and leave her with nothing to hold except the cock stretching her open.
"Take it," he grunted, breath ragged against her throat, still smiling, "Take the trash’s cock. Your brave little lightning boy called me worse this afternoon. Say thank you anyway." The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
"I cannot— Ahh— Do not make me say—"
His left hand closed over her mouth to muffle her. His right found her breast again, squeezing the heavy flesh, kneading it while it shook with the force of his hips, thumb scraping her wet nipple in time with the deep, punishing rhythm.
She was already lost. The pheromones, the size of him, and the brutal pace erased her husband from her mind one thrust at a time, until Adrian was the only thing her body could remember how to want.
He eased his hand from her mouth just enough for her to speak, and still he did not slow.
"Tell me," he ordered, slamming deep and holding there so she could feel how completely she was filled. "Tell me I am better than him."
"Do not stop, Adrian!" She was panting, sweat shining between her breasts, shame and hunger tangled in the same breath. "Fuck. You are better. You are so much better. Gods, you are stretching me so deep..."
"Better than who?" His tone stayed light, almost conversational, as if he were asking about the weather. "Use your words, My Lady. I know you have them."
He slapped her thigh hard enough to leave a bright print on pale skin, and the sting of it made her clench around him with a helpless, filthy little cry.
"Ah—! Better than my husband!" The loyalty was already gone from her voice, stripped out of her the same way her gown and her corset and her last thin scrap of silk had been. "You are bigger. You are so much stronger. Oh heavens, I have never felt like this... Do not stop, please do not stop..."
"There she is." He laughed under his breath, delighted with her. "Lady Montfort, ruined on her own ledgers. What will the Lord think?"
"Please— Do not speak of him. Do not— Ahh— Just move. Please, Adrian, I need—"
He covered her mouth again and drove into her harder, as if he meant to fuck the Montfort name out of her and leave only his own. Her body locked. The pressure around him turned almost vicious as her walls clamped down, fluttering and squeezing, trying to keep every inch of him inside her while the orgasm gathered low in her belly like something too large to hold.
He lifted his hand a fraction.
"Gods. Adrian, I am coming... Ahhh..."
"I am too," he growled against her ear, the flirting finally fraying into something rawer as his rhythm broke. "We are going to come together. Hold on to me."
"I cannot— It is too much— Adrian—"
"You can. You already are."
Her muffled cries shook against his palm. Her legs locked around his waist and dragged him in as the orgasm tore through her in waves, her whole body shuddering, pulsing around him in tight, milking pulls until the tightness of it dragged him over with her.
The sound he made was low and wrecked. He seized her hips, held her still, and drove as deep as her body would take him, pinning her to the desk while thick, hot pulses of his release spilled into her again and again, flooding her womb until he had emptied himself against her cervix and there was nothing left to give.
Eleanor trembled with every pulse. Small, broken sounds left her as she lay open on the desk, gasping, eyes unfocused, with his seed already beginning to leak around her pussy where he was still buried inside her.
"Bless Lord Montfort," Adrian said.