![]() ![]() Adrian’s driver rolls up the divider that separates the spacious back seat from the front the moment he gets in.Īdrian sprawls out on the seat next to me as the driver navigates the city streets. It’s a Mercedes, one of the new ones from this year, and it smells like he just drove it off the lot. “Thank you,” I say, barely getting out the words before I’m left alone in the back of the car, until Adrian climbs in on his side. His wire-rimmed glasses and black suit complete his polished look. He’s an older gentleman with a lean frame and silver hair. ![]() ![]() The cool spring air brings me back to the present as I thank his driver. Adrian says something to him that I don’t quite make out because I’m still catching my breath from the sex. I’m barely with it as he helps me to his car until he speaks to his driver, who politely greets me before opening the back door. ![]() How effortlessly he destroyed every wall I’ve built and fucked me like he had every right in the world to ruin me. The feel of him between my legs is all I can focus on. My legs are weak and there’s an odd mix of satisfaction and nervousness that has my head clouded.Īdrian Bradford just fucked me across his desk like I was his personal toy. I’m not certain how I made it downstairs from his office with his hand splayed across my lower back, in front of anyone who dared to look. ![]()
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