Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 206: Such Madness [R18]

His tone was laced with both dominance and a hint of vulnerability, as if he needed her affirmation as much as she needed his forgiveness.

"Yes," she whispered with a voice far from audible yet truly certain. "I'm ready, sir. Please... put it inside of me."

The word hung in the air for a moment, a plea for absolution, for release, for something she couldn't quite name. Everytime Darren made use of her body, Harper found this sense of fulfillment that all her days in security never gave her.

Over time, this had stopped being a punishment. In fact, it stopped the very same day the punishment began.

Or maybe, Harper just loved to be punished. But only by him.

Darren growled low in his throat, the sound primal and hungry. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair as he let it fall back down before pulling it back up again.

She moaned softly as her head raised back slightly, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. "You're going to take everything I give you, aren't you?"

"Yes," she repeated, her voice steadier now, though her eyes quivered on his masculine gaze and her body trembled with anticipation. "Anything, sir. Please do whatever you want."

Even though he didn't need her permission, Darren responded instantly, and his response was strong and brutal.

Setting his legs, he thrust forward. And with that powerful motion, his cock sunk deep into her wet heat, filling her completely. Harper gasped, her nails digging into the wood of the table as she adjusted to his size, her body stretching to accommodate him.

"That's it," he growled, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating. "Take it, Harper. Don't disappoint me now. Take all of it. All of me."

Harper whimpered. "Yes. Yes I'll take it. I'll take everything."

The desk creaked under their weight as Darren began to move. He thrusted into her carefully at first, like he was being lenient with her. But when his patience weighed out, his strokes became more deliberate and relentless.

Harper moaned, her head falling forward as she surrendered to the sensations flooding her senses.

She fell forward on the desk while Darren held on to her waist, pounding into her, causing ripples through the skin of her ass.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ngh! Ughh!" she fought against her own moans. "You're so big inside me, sir!"

The rough fabric of the desk tingled her nipples through her blouse, while the cool air splashed on her exposed skin— her butt cheeks, her upper thighs, her legs.

Darren only kept fucking her harder and harder, and she held on to edges of the table, fighting against his weight.

The relentless pressure of his cock, his balls slapping on her clit, his fingers pressed tight on her waist— it was all too much, and yet it wasn't enough.

She wanted more. Needed more.

"Harder," she panted, her voice desperate. "Please, sir. Harder."

Darren grunted. "Now you make demands."

"Ugh! No, sir! I'm sorryyyyy."

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"Eh?" She twisted her neck to look at him. "Wait— !"

But Darren wasn't waiting. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers bruising as he pulled her back onto him. Then at the same time, he collided his thrust into her.

Plap!

The sound echoed in the office, the audience of computers, shelves and couches watching in sheer disbelief.

Then, he continued; pounding into her harder and faster, pulling her to him as he slammed into her.

With each thrust, his cock slammed into her pussy with a force that bordered on brutality. Harper cried out, the sound muffled by her arm as she pressed her face into the desk, her body arching with each impact.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her legs curved by the knees towards each other, weakened by the pleasure of Darren's brute.

The room was filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling— the slap of skin against skin, their ragged breaths, the wetness of their bodies joining.

"Omigod! Omigod! Omigosshhhhh!" Harper cried out. "I can't think! It's so... deep... and hard inside meeee."

Such madness. It was raw, primal, and utterly consuming.

Darren's other hand slid down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs to find her clit, already swollen and throbbing.

He rubbed her roughly, his touch demanding as he sought to push her over the edge.

"No." she begged. "You're so cruel, sir."

"Aren't you going to thank me?" Darren asked her.

"Yes!" she stuck her tongue out, causing her words to come out muffled and debauched. "Thank you, sir! But if you continue like this... I'm going to coooommme!"

Darren didn't stop. "You want to come?"

"I do... But I can't!"

"And why's that?"

"Cause I need your permission to cum, Mr. Steele! Please sir! Please let me cum? Please. I can't hold it anymore."

"Are you sure? I think you can hold it for a bit longer."

She shook her head like a pretty pet. "Nooo, I can't. I don't want to come without your permission. Please, please, let me come!"

Darren grabbed her hair and pulled her up to him, then whispered in her. "Come for me, Harper," he commanded, his voice hoarse with need. "Come on my cock and fingers. Let me feel you fall apart."

"Ugh!" It arrived at that exact moment. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, tearing a cry from her throat as her body convulsed around him.

Her walls clenched, milking him, and Darren groaned, his own release building to an unbearable crescendo.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you for letting me come."

Hearing that almost forced the cum right out of Darren's pulsing cock.

"Fuck," he cursed, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own orgasm. "Harper, you feel so good. So fucking good."

He fucked her harder and harder, and harder, while she moaned with every pound. The sound of her voice was a catalyst of its own, and his orgasm arrived quicker than he thought, impossible to hold back.

With a groan, his cock pulsed hard as he spilled deep inside her, his seed filling her in a way that felt almost symbolic.

Harper shuddered, her body still trembling as he held her in place, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her neck. For a long moment, they stayed like that, connected, their hearts pounding in unison.

Finally, Darren pulled out, his softening cock slipping from her with a wet pussy. He stepped back, his eyes raking over her flushed, disheveled form with a mixture of satisfaction and something softer, something that looked almost like tenderness.

Harper laid there on the desk for a while, trying her very best to catch her breath. After minutes of silence, she slowly got up, her hands picking up her skirt as she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses.

Darren remained on the couch that he had collapsed on. "Clean yourself up," he said, his voice gentle now, though the underlying steel was still there. "I'll let you know when next I need you."

Harper nodded. "Yes sir."