Thick and long, it stood heavy and proud, its color clean, yet the veins that laced its length pulsed with a fierce, almost predatory aura.

It was a shockingly potent image, so at odds with Chen Huaixu's refined features.

A sudden shyness overcame her. She averted her gaze, shifting back slightly. "Maybe... maybe we should just use our hands."

"Too late." Chen Huaixu hooked her leg and drew it closer, the bare, delicate skin of her inner thigh brushing against the cool fabric of his suit trousers until it pressed against his hip bone. Their lower bodies were now intimately flush.

Yan Zhen felt the unmistakable, hard heat of him nudging against her core. Startled, she tried to pull away, but he held her fast, her struggles proving futile.

"No... Chen Huaixu... I don't want to do this..." Panic edged her voice as she pushed against his shoulders. "Not here..."

"We won't," he murmured against her lips, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Just hold me, baby, for a little while."

He took himself in hand, guiding the tip against her sensitive folds. Yan Zhen's legs went weak, a sharp intake of breath escaping her.

This was entirely different from his fingers, a foreign, more intimidating sensation.

He rocked the crown against her slick heat, pressing into the delicate seam, the pressure making her flesh yield. He pushed her hips down, grinding the length against her entrance. A moan slipped out, involuntary and soft, as she instinctively clenched around him, her wetness coating him.

Chen Huaixu held her close, continuing the friction, but instead of relief, the fire within him only intensified.

With a groan, he turned her around so that her back was to him.

Her bare back, pale and beautiful, rose and fell with each shallow breath. The elegant lines of her body tapered at her slender waist, flaring into the soft curves of her bvttocks, which now pressed against his lower abdomen, trembling with each movement he made.

The sight was intoxicating. He gripped her legs, nudging himself into the heat between them. Several times, she braced herself for penetration, whimpering and crying out, twisting her body in protest. He tightened his grip on her hips, his voice a low warning. "If you keep squirming, I really will put it in."

Frozen, she dared not move again, only panting softly, her legs spread wide as he continued to torment her.

"So hard...mmm..." She tried to pull away, but he pressed her back against him, the hard length grinding against her sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Yan Zhen arched forward involuntarily. Chen Huaixu pulled the chair closer to the table, settling back down with her in his lap, coaxing her to brace herself against the edge as he continued his assault from behind.

His movements grew more insistent, as if determined to bury himself completely within the heat between her legs. Her sensitive folds stretched to accommodate him, the tip pressing against her cl1t with each thrust. Her cries took on a desperate edge, her hand reaching back to try and stop him. "No... please... slower..."

The slick sounds of their coupling filled the air. Chen Huaixu reached around, cupping and kneading her br3asts, his movements growing more urgent, the pressure against her cl1t almost bruising.

He continued to grind against her, the friction intense. Though he hadn't actually entered her, the sensation was so overwhelming, it felt as if he had.

A wave of tingling heat spread from her core throughout her body. Gripping the table, she moaned, her toes curling around his leg as she cried out.

With one final, powerful thrust, Yan Zhen gasped, collapsing against the table, her flushed face buried in her arms, her toes clenching and unclenching around his leg as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

"So sensitive," he murmured, pulling her back into his arms, kissing her forehead. "What are we going to do when we actually make love? Are you going to soak the sheets, baby?"

She knew it. Chen Huaixu wasn't the aloof, righteous gentleman everyone thought he was. He was a shameless pervert!

She pinched him angrily, but he just held her tighter, his hands roaming freely over her sensitized skin. With just a few strokes, she was already leaking again, whimpering softly.

He was losing control. He lowered his head to kiss her, his hand cupping and squeezing her br3ast, his er3ction still pressed against her, making her squirm. "When will you be finished...?"

He nipped at her earlobe. "If you want me to finish quickly, we need a little… stimulation."

She looked at him, confused. "What kind of stimulation?"

He spread his legs, taking her hand and pulling her down. "Kneel here, between my legs."

Yan Zhen didn't understand, but wanting him to finish, she complied.

He stroked her hair, his arm around her back, pressing her closer.

As she felt the hard length against her chest, a wave of embarrassment and anger washed over her. "Chen Huaixu! You pervert! How dare you!"

"Hmm?" He didn't answer, instead guiding her shoulders forward, slowly pressing his glistening er3ction between her br3asts. Her br3asts were fuller than he'd realized, their size surprising him.

Her milky white flesh enveloped him, swaying enticingly with each shallow thrust. He cupped them, squeezing them tighter around him, a groan escaping his lips.

"Lean forward a little more, baby...yes...just like that, good girl." He pressed himself fully against her chest, pushing upwards, his swollen tip brushing against her sensitive skin, the friction exquisite.

Tears welled in her eyes as she choked out, "Chen Huaixu, you're a pervert! You're shameless! How could you do this to me! I'm going to... I'm going to castrate you!"

He chuckled, pinching her cheek. "And who will feed your hungry mouth then, Zhen Zhen?"