CHAPTER 41: UNDER PRESSURE (R18)

Devon’s grip tightened on Nadia’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft, creamy flesh as he positioned himself behind her, his massive cock throbbing with anticipation, the veined shaft slick with precum and glistening under the office lights.

Nadia’s pleas fell on deaf ears, her body still pinned against the filing cabinet, her voluptuous ass exposed and quivering, the lace panties shoved aside to reveal her dripping pussy, pink, swollen, and betraying her with a slick sheen of arousal despite her protests. "Please, Devon... no, don’t do this," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper, her silver hair matted to her flushed cheeks, her emerald eyes wide with a mix of fear and forbidden heat.

But Devon only chuckled darkly, his free hand stroking his cock once more, the head nudging against her entrance, teasing her folds with slow, deliberate circles that made her thighs tremble.

Without warning, he thrust forward, burying his thick cock deep into her pussy in one brutal stroke, stretching her walls to their limit, the girth forcing a gasp from her lips as he filled her completely. Nadia’s body arched involuntarily, her heavy breasts pressing harder against the cabinet, her mouth clamping shut to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

The sensation was overwhelming, his cock pistoning into her with raw force, each inch claiming her, the veined ridges dragging against her sensitive inner walls, igniting sparks of pleasure she fought desperately to ignore. "Fuck, you’re tight," Devon growled, his voice rough with lust, his hips slamming against her ass cheeks, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing in the office like a forbidden rhythm.

He wasn’t gentle, far from it.

Devon fucked her with savage intensity, his thrusts deep and relentless, his balls slapping against her clit with every brutal plunge, churning her insides into a frothy mess of her juices and his precum. Nadia bit her lip hard, tasting blood, her nails scratching at the cabinet’s surface as she tried everything to contain the moans bubbling up, clenching her jaw, holding her breath, even kicking her leg out in futile resistance.

But the pleasure was creeping through her defiance, her pussy clenching greedily around his cock despite her mind’s screams of protest. "Stop... you bastard," she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice muffled, but her hips twitched involuntarily, betraying her as a small whimper escaped when he drove particularly deep, hitting her cervix with a jolt that made stars explode behind her eyes.

Devon paused mid-thrust, his cock buried to the hilt, throbbing inside her as he leaned over her back, his hot breath on her neck.

"What’s that, Nadia? Trying not to moan?" he teased, his voice a wicked murmur, one hand snaking around to yank at the buttons of her blouse. The fabric tore open with a rip, buttons scattering like confetti, exposing her full, heaving breasts, plump and pendulous, her nipples hard as diamonds, begging for attention.

He grabbed one roughly, his palm engulfing the soft mound, pinching the nipple between his fingers and twisting just enough to send a shockwave of pain-pleasure straight to her core.

"The people outside might hear you, you know. Or do you want them to walk in? Imagine it, your precious researchers bursting through the door, seeing their esteemed head of department bent over, getting her sloppy cunt fucked raw. Moaning like a whore in heat."

Nadia’s face burned with humiliation, her protests turning to desperate whispers, "Shut up, you pig... they can’t know" but her body betrayed her again, her pussy spasming around his cock as he resumed his pounding, each thrust harder than the last, his free hand alternating between spanking her jiggling ass cheeks and kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples until they ached.

The rawness of it all the way he manhandled her tits, squeezing and slapping them, the lewd squelch of her pussy taking his cock, chipped away at her resistance.

What started as revulsion twisted into something darker, a crazy, intoxicating pleasure that made her mind fog, her hips starting to rock back against him almost against her will. "No... I don’t want this," she lied through clenched teeth, but her voice lacked conviction, her kicks weakening into trembles as waves of ecstasy built, her pussy dripping down her thighs in slick rivulets.

Devon sensed the shift, his grin feral as he fucked her even harder, his cock churning her depths into a creamy froth, his balls slapping wetly against her.

"That’s it, fight it all you want," he grunted, his hands roaming her body possessively, yanking her blouse further open to expose more of her creamy skin, his fingers leaving red marks on her breasts as he mauled them. Nadia’s resolve crumbled gradually, the pleasure too intense to deny, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, milking his shaft as if craving more. She reached back with one free hand, tentatively at first, then boldly, cupping her own breast, pinching her nipple as she slammed her ass back against his cock, meeting his thrusts with a desperate rhythm that made her cheeks clap against his pelvis.

Devon paused then, his cock still buried deep, letting her do the work, her hips grinding back, her pussy swallowing him greedily, her ass cheeks rippling with each self-inflicted slam. He watched, mesmerized, his hands on her waist for support, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Good girl," he praised, his voice dripping with mockery and lust, the words hanging heavy in the air, she, a woman old enough to be his mother, reduced to this, writhing on his cock like a needy slut. "Look at you, Nadia,fucking yourself on my dick like a good little girl. Who knew the fierce Dr Nadia had such a hungry cunt?"

The humiliation mixed with the pleasure pushed her over the edge. Nadia’s body tensed, her fingers twisting her nipple harder, her hips bucking wildly as an orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming violently around his cock, juices squirting out in hot spurts, soaking his balls and the floor beneath them.

She bit down on her arm to muffle the scream, her eyes rolling back, her silver hair whipping as tremors wracked her voluptuous frame. "Oh God... no..." she whimpered, but the words dissolved into a breathless moan, her resistance shattered, her body surrendering fully to the ecstasy.

As the aftershocks faded, Devon gripped her hips firmly and pulled her back with a yank, freeing her from the cabinet’s grasp at last. She stumbled slightly, no longer stuck, her legs shaky, her blouse hanging open, her breasts bouncing free, nipples red and swollen from the abuse.

Nadia collapsed against him, panting, her emerald eyes glazed with a mix of shame and lingering pleasure, her pussy still twitching around nothing. Devon’s cock, still hard and slick with her cum, pressed against her thigh, a silent promise of more to come. "See?" he murmured, his smirk triumphant. "All better now."