"f**k!" I exclaimed, unable to believe that I had let him take me like that.
My mind was clear, unswayed by alcohol, so why hadn't I stopped him? I couldn't pull my eyes away from him as he examined his clothes, now stained with my c*m after he adjusted his pants.
A reluctance to move washed over me, intensified by the lingering tingles in the part of me where he had entered. Every time I attempted to move, I could feel the c*m he had released inside me starting to spill out.
"Bring me some clean clothes to change." he instructed as he called his personal assistant.
After hanging up, he turned his attention to me. With a smirk, he began to take off his black suit shirt, stained where my c*m had splattered.
"Aren't you going to move?" he asked, his gaze intense as it locked onto me whi
