Chapter 506: Chapter 506

I pushed again, a slow, steady surge that buried me halfway. Eleanor’s back arched into a deep, beautiful curve, her breasts swaying with the movement. I reached around, my hands finding those heavy, soft mounds and squeezing them, my thumbs flicking over her stiff nipples. The double-sensation seemed to break the last of her tension, and I felt her internal muscles start to yield, wrapping around me like a velvet vice.

With one final, powerful thrust, I bottomed out. Eleanor let out a muffled scream into the glass, her breath fogging up the pane in a wide, frantic circle. I stayed there for a second, savoring the incredible, constricting heat. It was a different kind of pressure than her pussy—more intense, more urgent.

I began to move.

I started with a slow pace, pulling back until I almost slipped out before driving back in with a heavy, wet thud. The sound of our bodies meeting echoed off the hallway walls, a raw, primitive percussion that made my blood boil. I wasn’t being gentle anymore. I wanted her to feel every bit of the ’manly’ energy she’d been teasing me about.

I delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her right asscheek, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet corridor. A bright red handprint bloomed on her skin, and Eleanor let out a cry that was half-pain, half-pure ecstasy.

"Is this what you wanted, Eleanor?" I barked, my pace increasing until we were a blur of friction. "To have me fuck you like this in the middle of the hallway?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes! Harder, Evan!"

I shifted my grip, reaching up to tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back so I could kiss her. It was a messy, desperate collision of lips and tongues, our teeth clashing as I continued to ravage her from behind. The angle was perfect; every strike was hitting her right where she needed it, the forbidden nature of the act acting like an accelerant on my own nerves.

I increased the intensity, my hips snapping forward in a tireless, predatory sprint. The leather of my belt, still hanging from my discarded pants on the floor, clinked against the carpet, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the feeling of her, the way her body shuddered with every impact, the way her moans were becoming high-pitched and frantic.

"You’re breaking, Eleanor," I hissed against her lips, my movements turning violent and unchecked. "I can feel it."

She was incoherent now, her words dissolving into a string of desperate pleas. Her body was shaking, her legs trembling so badly that I had to hold her waist tighter just to keep her upright. I reached down between her legs, my fingers finding her clit, which was already soaking and swollen. I began to rub it with a frantic, buzzing pressure, and that was the final straw.

Eleanor shattered.

Her entire body snapped into a rigid, trembling line as she let out a long, shattered cry that seemed to go on forever. Her internal muscles went into a violent, crushing lockdown, the walls of her ass squeezing me with a rhythmic, agonizingly tight force that felt like it was trying to draw the very marrow from my bones. She rode the wave of the climax, her head tossing from side to side, her fingers leaving long, frantic streaks on the fogged-up glass.

The sensation of her release, combined with the sheer, crushing pressure of her peak, was the end for me.

I let out a low moan, my head falling back as I exploded deep inside her. The orgasm hit me like a punch, a series of white-hot, electric pulses that felt like they were vibrating through every bone in my body. I poured into her, a frantic, endless flood of heat that filled her to the absolute limit. I kept pushing, my hips jerking in a series of final, desperate thrusts until the last of the release was spent.

We stayed like that for a long, heavy minute, pinned together against the window. The only sound was our synchronized, wrecked breathing filling the hallway. I could feel the cooling sweat on my back and the heavy, satisfied ache in my muscles.

Slowly, I pulled out of her. The sound was a wet, heavy pop that seemed to linger in the air. Eleanor slumped forward, her forehead resting against the glass, her chest heaving as she tried to find her breath. She looked completely spent, her skin glowing and her hair a wild mess.

I reached out, turning her around gently. Her eyes were glazed, blown out with pleasure, a small, triumphant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I leaned in and gave her a soft, lingering kiss, tasting the salt of her sweat and the intensity of the last ten minutes.

"Well," I panted, wiping a stray hair from her face. "I think that counts as a morning workout."

Eleanor let out a soft, breathless laugh, her hand reaching up to weakly pat my chest. "You’re a monster, Evan Marlowe. A total monster."

"And you’re the one who locked the door," I reminded her with a smirk.

"Yeah. I guess I was..."

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Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Eleanor

EXP Gained: +0

Villain Bonus: +0 EXP

Star Rating: 0.0

Reason: You helped Eleanor.

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Bliss Multiplier: 0c

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"Ah, damn it," I muttered, rubbing my face. Because of that tag, I wasn’t able to get a single point from that session. I really needed to hit the Shop and fix my reputation, but with the K situation hanging over my head, I had to play it cool. I’d just have to take the loss for now.

Eleanor pulled her loose pants up, the fabric immediately clinging to her skin as it soaked up the stray drops of my work around her crotch. she didn’t seem to mind; she just exhaled, ran a hand through her messy hair to semi-fix it, and stretched like a cat.

"You sure you don’t wanna eat breakfast with us?" I asked, leaning against the wall.

She started walking toward the elevator. "Nah. Need to get this money to my dumb brother. He’s probably waiting for his ’investment’ to clear."

"Alright..." I nodded, catching her gaze one last time. "Next time, though... should I call you over?"

"Next time?" she repeated, pausing at the call button.

"When me and the girls... decide to have fun," I continued, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Should I?"

She smiled, a genuine, wicked little thing, and stepped inside the elevator. As the doors began to slide shut, she punched the floor button below. "Why not?"

The doors closed, and I stood in the empty hallway. Fucking wow. I quickly pulled my own pants back up, shaking my head at the absurdity of the morning, and walked to the door. I gave it a sharp knock. A few seconds later, Jasmine pulled it open, her eyes sweeping over me and then past me into the hallway. She looked at my breathless state, then her gaze dropped to the floor where a small puddle of evidence remained on the tiles.

"Wow, you fucked her out in the hallway?" Jasmine said, her tone a mix of amusement and judgment. "I thought Eleanor stopped being a whore."

"Hey, she is not a whore," I said with a light smile, stepping past her.

"And then you locked yourself out?" she asked, closing the door behind me.

"Yeah. Accidentally," I admitted. "Come on. Let’s get inside. I’m starving."

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