Chapter Sixteen

Clara's walls clenched tightly around Ethan's throbbing cock as she began to ride him with slow, deliberate strokes. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building the tension coil within her belly.

Ethan's hands roamed over Clara's back and buttocks, gripping her possessively as he thrust up to meet her downward plunges. His breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by soft grunts of effort and satisfaction.

As Clara picked up the pace, her breasts bounced enticingly above Ethan's chest. She leaned forward, capturing one of his nipples between her teeth and tugging gently. The sensation seemed to snap Ethan fully out of his drug-induced trance, his eyes snapping open wide with shock and delight.

"Yes, Ethan, give in to it," Clara panted, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around him.

Ethan's grip on Clara tightened as he surged upward, driving his cock deep inside her with a primal growl. Clara cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as the intense penetration pushed her closer to the edge.

"You feel so good, baby," Ethan rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Take everything I have."

Clara's hips rocked wildly against his, her pussy milking his shaft for all it was worth. The couch creaked ominously beneath them, but neither paid it any heed, lost in the maelstrom of their passion.

Ethan's hands slid down to Clara's thighs, spreading them wider as he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot deep within her. Clara's vision blurred, stars exploding behind her eyelids as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

"Ah, Ethan!"

Clara's scream of ecstasy echoed through the room as her climax ripped through her, her inner walls convulsing around Ethan's pistoning cock. Ethan followed suit mere moments later, his own release bursting forth in powerful spurts that painted Clara's insides with his hot seed.

They collapsed together, panting and trembling in the aftermath of their intense coupling. Clara nuzzled into the crook of Ethan's neck, feeling a sense of profound connection and satisfaction wash over her.

As their breathing slowed, Clara lifted her head to gaze into Ethan's eyes, searching for any remnants of the drug-induced haze. Relief flooded her when she saw only love and adoration shining back at her.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "And I'm sorry about earlier. I never meant for things to get so heated."

Ethan chuckled softly, running his fingers through Clara's disheveled hair. "Don't apologize, my love. If anything, I'm grateful for the unexpected detour. It reminded me how much I crave you, in every possible way."

He pulled Clara closer, cradling her against his chest as he stroked her back soothingly. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and dressed before your secretary shows up looking for you. We don't want any awkward explanations."

Clara nodded, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Agreed. But maybe after work, we could continue where we left off? Just the two of us, without any interruptions?"

Ethan's eyes darkened with renewed desire at the prospect. "Absolutely. I'll pick you up at seven, and we'll make up for lost time."