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Darion's Office 21
🕑 Added 2023-05-26 21:24:39 +0000 UTCAs Janet took sight of his monster, any attempt to argue against his words died. Especially since she could feel her wetness dripping down…
"I think you have had your fair share of foreplay," Darion said with his usual sharp tone that made Janet shiver helplessly even when she wasn’t naked and crouching down in front of him. “Now, show your appreciation.”
Even now, she was shocked by his size … but unlike the previous time, she was not intimidated. She knew she could handle it. She just needed to work hard.
She opened her mouth as far as she could as she leaned forward, once again filling her mouth with his presence. Even halfway in, his presence was threatening and suffocating … yet amazing at the same time. She went back and forth a few times to get used to his presence … but before she could complete her job, he grasped her shoulders and twirled her. “Let me help,” he growled.
She might have complained about the rough treatment, but a moan was the only voice she could make at the moment, but also, considering she enjoyed it greatly, there was nothing to complain about.
Darion let out a loud groan at the same time her head started to slide up and down between his legs, adding more to his pleasure.
She couldn’t help but feel amazement at the moment as their newest employee treated her as a toy even as she worked to handle his size. “Try not to gag that much,” he ordered. Janet wished that she could insult him back, but that was not possible.
Not when she was busy enthusiastically gobbling his monster fully into her throat.
"Admittedly, you look cuter with something in your mouth," he added, treating her even worse … and she loved it. “But that’s enough.”
For a moment, Janet felt a hint of fear, afraid that he would stop and leave her, just as she was reaching a dangerous level of arousal. She prepared herself to beg, but that turned out to be unnecessary when his fingers wrapped around her throat, lifting her up.
His rough treatment told her that she wasn’t the only impatient one, which made her even more excited. “Someone is impatient—“ she started, trying to tease him, but her attempt died halfway.
Considering it was the sudden invasion into her core that silenced her with a moan, she wasn’t exactly complaining.
She just moaned, hoping that no one was near the bathroom at this hour. She certainly didn’t that that whore Sakura around, and not because she was afraid of her trying to tell this to Mia. No, she was too spineless to contemplate that.
Janet certainly didn’t like that smug bitch enough to share her reward, but she was also aware that she couldn’t stop Darion from targeting her once he truly noticed how easy to play with her.
Luckily, they had just met once, and as long as Janet kept them away, it wouldn’t be an issue.
All those thoughts happened in a corner of her mind, the majority of her attention was lost in the way his hips began to thrust up as it repeatedly slid between her legs, widening her core. “A good start, right,” he said, and before she could even answer, she found herself lifted into the air.
And, just like that, his hips turned into a merciless invasion, slamming again and again as he started to walk, treating her weight like nothing.
“Y-yes!” she shouted, unable to modulate her voice as he moved even faster.
After a few moments of vigorous pace, they were in front of the convenient seating area of the luxurious bathroom. She thought she could get a moment to rest as they found a new position … but that turned out to be a pipe dream when he tightened his grip on her hips as he sat down, not even skipping a beat.
“Enough foreplay, whore. It's time we do it for real," he grinned. “This time, we don’t have a sexy Asian to hide from!”
Janet wanted to argue about several points in that statement. She wanted to argue against calling it one of the most reckless impalings she had received as foreplay. She wanted to argue against calling that pretentious Asian slut sexy. She wanted to argue against the need to be hidden from her…
Ironically, being called a whore was not one of the things she wanted to argue against. Not at this moment, not the way she was dressed…
Unfortunately, all of it was academic, as he was busy making her jump on his lap, each move making her let out another cry of pleasure, impossible to get in a word into the mix.
“Faster, bitch,” he said, but before he could even finish, he slipped his hands under her hips, showing he wanted to take control of her movements. Anyone else would have failed to add any power from that angle … but his muscles made that very easy.
He guided her over and over, her heartbeat going crazy along with the pleasure.
“P-please,” Janet found herself whispering, though whether she wanted him to stop … or get faster, even she didn’t know. The pleasure was simply too intense.
“You want to change things,” he chuckled. Before she could even decide on an answer, he flipped her, and she ended up on her back, her legs locked in a tight position, his weight stretching her flexibility to the limit.
“Wow, impressive,” he commented, but that didn’t stop his movements as his hips moved even faster, slamming again and again. It felt like a dream, but her legs parted open, allowing his invasion despite his impressive weight.
Janet lost her sense of self as he moved back and forth, each moment stealing more of her mind, making her moan even more.
But, she knew one thing.
Her fashion choice today was certainly not wasted.
