Deep Shoot [E]

Christine never imagined Adrian would take her so roughly.

As she gradually recovered from her climax, she panted softly, trying to prop herself up on trembling arms. Her muscles felt like jelly, fingers quivering, as she barely managed to lift her head.

Her eyes fell on the display cabinet along the office wall. Though understated in its wooden design, it showcased the office owner's numerous achievements.

The Fortune's 40 Under 40 trophy.

UNICEF Child Rights Advocate certificate.

Metropolitan Museum of Art Lifetime Trustee plaque...

She barely managed to scan the third award when strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

His burning hands gripped her waist tightly. While still deep inside her, he roughly flipped her whole body over. She went from being bent over to lying on her back, her thighs forced wide apart by his strong grip.