CHAPTER 42: SURRENDER (R18)

It took a while, but Nadia regained herself, her breath steadying as the aftershocks of her orgasm faded. Her voluptuous body still trembled, her torn blouse hanging open, exposing her creamy breasts, their nipples red and swollen from Devon’s rough handling. She raised her gaze, emerald eyes locking onto him, a deep frown creasing her flushed face.

The air in the office was thick with the scent of sex, her juices, his musk, the faint metallic tang of her bitten lip. Devon stood there, his massive cock still hard, glistening with her cum, a smug grin playing on his lips as he met her glare without flinching.

He chuckled, low and mocking, dismissing the fire in her eyes. "What’s that look, Dr Nadia? Still pretending you didn’t love every second of that?" His hand swung down, delivering a sharp spank to her jiggling ass cheek, the crack echoing in the quiet office. Nadia gasped, her frown faltering as he rubbed the stinging flesh, his palm soothing the burn with slow, deliberate circles. Before she could snap a retort, he leaned in, his smile infuriatingly confident, and pressed his lips to hers.

Nadia froze, shock rippling through her. His audacity, his nonchalance, after fucking her so thoroughly, was maddening. His lips were firm, insistent, tasting of salt and sin, and for a moment, she stood rigid, her mind screaming to push him away. But her body, treacherous as ever, had other plans. Heat bloomed where their mouths met, and against all reason, she kissed him back, her eyes fluttering shut.

The kiss deepened, a hungry edge to it, and she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as their tongues clashed.

Devon growled into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips, yanking her against him. His cock pressed against her thigh, a hot, throbbing reminder of what he’d already done and what he still wanted. Nadia broke the kiss, panting, her lips swollen, her resolve a tattered thing.

She didn’t speak, couldn’t trust her voice. but her actions spoke louder. With a sudden, defiant move, she swept her arm across the nearby desk, sending papers, pens, and a coffee mug crashing to the floor. The clatter was deafening in the small office, a reckless declaration. She grabbed Devon’s shirt, pulling him toward the cleared surface, and hoisted herself onto the edge, her thighs parting as she sat, her dripping pussy exposed, pink and swollen, beckoning him.

"You’re a bastard," she hissed, but her voice was thick with lust, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and need. "But you’re not wrong. I haven’t been fucked like this... ever." The admission burned her throat, but it was true, Devon’s brutal, unapologetic claiming had awakened something ravenous in her, a hunger she’d buried under years of control and professionalism.

Devon’s grin widened, predatory. "Told you, Nadia. That tight little cunt of yours was screaming for it." He stepped between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider. His cock nudged her entrance, teasing her folds with the slick tip. "Let’s see how much more you can take."

He didn’t wait for permission. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her again, his thick shaft stretching her pussy to its limits. Nadia’s head tipped back, a moan escaping despite her efforts to stay composed. He fucked her with a relentless rhythm, his hips slamming against her, the desk creaking under their weight. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, free from the ruined blouse, and Devon’s hands roamed them greedily, squeezing the soft mounds, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.

"Fuck, look at you," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Bouncing on my cock like a needy slut. You love this, don’t you?" He pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping at the emptiness, only to flip her over, bending her over the desk. Her heavy breasts pressed against the cold wood, her ass high in the air as he spanked her again, the sting making her pussy clench.

He entered her from behind, doggy style, his cock plunging deeper than before, hitting spots that made her toes curl in her stilettos. The lewd squelch of her soaked pussy filled the room, mingling with the slap of his balls against her clit.

Nadia’s hands gripped the desk’s edge, her nails digging into the wood as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. "Harder," she demanded, her voice breaking, the last of her restraint crumbling. "Fuck me like you hate me, you prick."

Devon laughed, a dark, triumphant sound, and obliged, his pace brutal, his cock churning her insides into a frothy mess. Her juices dripped down her thighs, pooling on the desk, and she didn’t care, didn’t care about the mess, the scandal, or the fact that anyone could walk in and see her, the esteemed Dr Nadia, getting railed like a porn star.

He pulled her up by her silver hair, arching her back, and spun her around again, lifting her onto the desk. This time, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, her ankles by his ears, and drove into her with a new angle that made her scream, a sound she barely muffled by biting her fist. "That’s it, scream for me," Devon taunted, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her into each thrust. "Let the whole fucking building know how much you need this cock."

They switched positions again, insatiable. He sat on the desk, pulling her onto his lap, her back to his chest in a reverse cowgirl. Nadia rode him hard, her ass slapping against his thighs, her pussy swallowing his cock with greedy clenches.

She reached down, rubbing her clit furiously, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Devon’s hands roamed her body, one squeezing her breast, the other gripping her hip, guiding her rhythm. "Fuck, you’re perfect," he muttered, his lips against her ear. "

She lost track of time, of how many ways he took her, missionary with her legs spread wide, her ankles pinned by her head; standing, with one leg hooked around his waist as he fucked her against the wall, her breasts bouncing wildly; then on her side, one leg lifted high as he pounded into her, his fingers teasing her clit until she came again, her pussy squirting in hot spurts, soaking them both.

Each orgasm tore through her, relentless, her body surrendering to the pleasure she’d denied for so long. Devon hadn’t lied, she wasn’t getting enough cock, and now, with him, she was drowning in it, craving more with every thrust.

Finally, spent and trembling, Nadia slid off the desk, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. Her silver hair was a wild mess, her blouse a tattered ruin, her body slick with sweat and cum. Devon stood over her, his cock still hard, throbbing, slick with their combined juices. She looked up at him, her emerald eyes glazed but defiant, and wrapped her hand around his shaft. "You’re not done yet," she murmured, her voice hoarse but laced with a new, reckless confidence. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling over the veined ridges, tasting herself on him.

Devon groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each stroke. She sucked him with a hunger that surprised even her, her cheeks hollowing, her lips slick with spit and precum. She gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop, her hands cupping his balls, massaging them as she worked his cock. "Fuck, Nadia," he gasped, his hips bucking.

Her moans vibrating around his shaft, her eyes locked on his as she took him to the edge. With a guttural groan, Devon came, his cock pulsing as he flooded her mouth with hot, thick spurts of cum. Nadia didn’t pull away, she swallowed every drop, her throat working, her lips milking him dry until he was spent, his knees trembling. She pulled back slowly, licking her lips, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she looked up at him.

The office was silent save for their heavy breathing, the air thick with the aftermath of their frenzy. Nadia rose, shaky but unbowed, her body aching in the best way. Devon tucked himself back into his pants, his grin lazy but triumphant. "Told you, Nadia," he said, his voice low. "You just needed the right cock to set you free."

Nadia didn’t respond, but her eyes burned.

"Now, i want Marianne to be at the hospital gala, is that clear?" Devon spoke and in response Nadia nodded her head.