Chapter 43: Risky play
Celine stood by the bed, still in a short silk robe she had worn after a shower.
When our gaze locked on each other, she froze for half a second, eyes widening, then darkened with something reckless.
My system flared instantly:
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[Target Locked: Celine Goto]
[Companion Status: Fiancé present — awareness 0%]
[Risk Level: High]
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She opened her mouth to warn me, but I was already across the room.
"Shhhushh!" One hand slid over her lips, and pushed her down to her knees right there on the thick rug — only a few meters behind her fiancé’s chair.
My robe split open. I freed my already hard cock and tapped the flushed head against her lips.
Celine looked up at me, then glanced toward Jamie’s turned back. A tiny, wicked smile curved her lips. She opened wide and took me into her warmth.
"Good girl." I growled, fingers sweeping through her hair.
She started slow — soft, wet lips stretching around the head, tongue swirling underneath while she stroked my shaft with one hand.
The quiet, slick sounds of her mouth were almost drowned out by Jamie’s calm voice.
I rested my hand on the back of her head and pushed deeper.
Celine’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. She relaxed her throat and let me slide in until her nose pressed against my pubes.
I held her there for a long moment, feeling her throat flutter around me, then I let her breathe.
She pulled off with a quiet, filthy gasp and whispered so softly only i could hear:
"He’s right there.. this is insane.."
Then she took me back into her mouth like she couldn’t help herself.
I fucked her face in slow, controlled strokes, the wet glide of her tongue and the soft choking sounds carefully timed between Jamie’s sentences.
Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare breasts.
She looked up at me the entire time, eyes glassy with lust and adrenaline.
Jamie shifted in his chair.
"Just a second — thought I heard something."
Celine froze with your cock halfway down her throat. I kept perfectly still. Three heartbeats passed. Jamie chuckled into the headset.
"Old buildings. Continue."
The second he resumed talking, Celine went back to with even more desperation— bobbing faster, one hand cupping and diligently squeezing my balls, the other bracing on my thigh.
She took me deep again and again, throat convulsing, quiet wet gulps barely audible.
I felt the tight heat building up fast at the base of my shaft. I pulled her off with a soft pop, strings of saliva webbing her swollen lips to my cock.
I yanked the sash of her robe loose. The silk slid down her arms and pooled at her feet.
She was completely naked underneath — smooth, warm, already trembling.
"On the bed," I whispered. "Now."
She obeyed immediately. She scrambled up and bent over the edge of the mattress exactly where I pointed her — ass up, face turned towards the side so she could still watch the door and her fiancé at the same time.
I towered behind her, rubbing the slick head of my cock along her dripping folds.
"Mmmmph.." Celine bit down on the sheet to muffle the broken moan that tore out of her. She trembled but her hips pushed back against me the moment she felt my cock press between her thighs. Already wet. Already ready.
I pushed into her in one smooth, deep thrust.
Her hands clenched the sheets. I didn’t give her time to adjust — just started fucking her in hard, steady strokes, the wet sound of skin slapping skin somehow stayed quieter than the low murmur of Jamie’s conference call.
Jamie’s voice continued, completely unaware. "Yes, I’m certain that these companies market values, will triple—"
I kept one hand firmly over her mouth, the other locked on her hips, pulling her back onto every thrust.
Her eyes were glassy, rolling back as i bottomed out inside her again and again. Her walls clenched greedily around my cock.
I leaned over, lips against her ears, and whispered so softly only she could hear.
"Stay quiet or he hears everything."
She nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure mixed with fear already gathering at the corner of her eyes.
I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in.
The bed gave a tiny creak.
Jamie shifted in his chair but still didn’t turn.
I kept the rhythm steady and filthy — long stokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her.
"I’m f-fucking cumin..." my palm muffled her words, with a violent full-body shudder, a broken whimper vibrating against my palm.
Her walls clamped down hard, pulsing around me.
I didn’t stop.
I fucked her straight through it, forcing her into a second, sharper orgasm that left her legs trembling so badly she could barely stay upright.
Grinding in deep circles that made Celine’s toes curl against the floor.
I released her mouth just long enough for her to drag in a desperate breath.
She turned her head, voice broken to a whisper. "He’s going to hear — fuck — please.."
I covered her mouth again and thrusts harder.
"Then keep your voice down," I murmured against her ear. "Or I’ll make sure he sees exactly what’s happening to his fiancée."
Celine’s moan was pure helpless need.
I felt her gush around me. The wet sounds became louder.
I reached under her, found her swollen clit, and rubbed tight circles while I kept pounding inside her.
She came the second time with a high, strangled cry that my hand only half muffled.
"Shit." I whispered.
Jamie’s chair scraped.
"One second," he said into the headset, clearly irritated. Just when he was about turning.
I reacted instantly— pulling out of Celine, shoving her flat onto the bed on her stomach, and yanking the thick duvet up and over both of us in one smooth motion so only the top of her head and the shape of my body under the covers were visible to Jamie...