Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 47: Tina Wants Me to Be Her Girlfriend (R18)

When we reached her office, I was utterly amazed, stepping into a world of sheer extravagance that screamed Tina’s prowess as an elite interior designer. Well, I really don’t know how interior designers work.

The sprawling showroom dazzled with custom masterpieces—sunlit displays of supple Italian leather sofas, cascading crystal chandeliers refracting rainbows across gold-veined marble floors, and avant-garde installations of sculpted glass and rare woods—undeniable proof of her vast wealth and impeccable taste. Okay... this place is awesome! It’s way beyond my expectations!

Her team of stylish workers paused their tasks, turning with warm, conspiratorial smiles. "Welcome, boss’s official girlfriend!" a sharp-dressed assistant beamed, handing me a steaming latte. "She’s been glowing since you two arrived—make yourself at home!"

A normal girl or boy—would have squealed with joy if she or he, heard her words. But I am not normal—my origin is not normal.

Their enthusiastic nods and winks made my skin tingle with a thrill of possession, whispers of "lucky her" trailing us as Tina led me deeper.

She pulled me into her private corner office—a sanctuary of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a massive glass desk piled with fabric swatches, and a plush sectional begging for sin. The door locked with a decisive click, and her eyes turned feral.

No words—just raw hunger as she shoved me back against the cool glass desk, her hands a blur of dominance. She hiked up my dress, ripping it over my head in one fluid yank, the fabric whispering to the floor.

My bra followed, snapping free to bare my heaving tits, nipples pebbling in the AC chill. Fingers hooked into my lace panties, dragging them down my trembling legs with torturous slowness, the crotch clinging wetly to my soaked pussy before peeling away.

She balled the dripping garment—saturated with my arousal—and crammed it deep into my mouth, the musky tang exploding on my tongue, silencing me instantly.

"No one should hear you scream my name, right, my desperate little addict?" she growled, thumb pressing the gag deeper, her bulge already straining against her slacks.

I nodded wildly, eyes watering with need, muffled moans vibrating around the fabric as fresh slickness trailed down my thigh.

Tina sank to her knees like a devotee before a goddess, her breath hot on my skin. "Fuck, Sharon... these legs. Perfect, endless masterpieces—long, toned, silky smooth. I worship them." Her hands started at my ankles, strong fingers kneading the delicate bones, thumbs circling with firm pressure that sent sparks up my calves.

"Mphmm..."

She pressed open-mouthed kisses there, tongue flicking out to taste the faint salt of my skin, tracing lazy spirals upward. "So responsive," she purred, nipping the Achilles tendon lightly, making me jolt. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Higher now, to my calves—her palms gliding in long, possessive strokes, massaging the taut muscle until it melted under her touch. She sucked the curve hard, lips forming a vacuum that bloomed a deep red hickey, tongue swirling to soothe the sting.

"Sharon, you are marked as mine. Only mine," she murmured, switching legs, repeating the worship with reverent fervour. My knees buckled slightly, but she held me steady, blowing cool air on the wet spots to heighten the shivers racing to my core.

Then my thighs—god, the way she spread them wide, hands gripping like vices, thumbs digging into the plush inner flesh. "These thighs could crush me, and I’d die happy," she rasped, dragging her tongue flat from knee to crease, lapping up my dripping arousal like nectar. She reached for a sleek bottle of scented massage oil from her desk—jasmine and musk—drizzling it lavishly over my legs, the slick warmth trickling down.

Her oiled hands pumped rhythmically, from ankles to hips, spanking each thigh sharply in turn—crack! —the wet smacks echoing, skin jiggling pink and glistening. "Shake for me, baby. Show me how they quiver."

I obeyed, thighs trembling, muffled whimpers pleading as she looped my discarded panties’ straps around one ankle like makeshift bonds, tethering it to the desk leg for better access.

Fully exposed, she buried her face between, but not yet—first, more worship. Her teeth grazed the sensitive crease, biting just hard enough to make me arch, then soothing with languid licks.

Fingers teased my folds, dipping shallowly while her mouth latched onto my quad, sucking bruises like love bites. "Gonna fuck these legs later, wrap you around me... but first, cum from this alone."

She amped it impossibly—oiled fingers sliding between my thighs to scissor and rub my clit indirectly, tongue painting filthy patterns up and down, even nibbling the backs of my knees while spanking my ass for leverage.

The overload built like a tidal wave: legs quaking uncontrollably, pussy clenching on nothing, until I shattered—screaming into the gag, juices squirting down her chin and my worshipped thighs, body convulsing in endless, leg-shaking bliss as she lapped every drop, murmuring, "My perfect legs... all mine."

But she wasn’t done. Rising with a savage grin, Tina unzipped, her massive cock springing free—thick, veined, precum-smeared from earlier. "Time to fuck these goddess legs properly." She pressed my oiled thighs together tight, trapping her shaft in the slick, heated vice of my flesh.

Standing over me as I lay back on the desk, she thrust forward—slow at first, the friction of skin-on-skin making obscene schlick sounds, her cockhead bumping my clit with every glide. Faster now, hips snapping, balls slapping my ass as she used my legs like a custom fleshlight, groaning,

"Fuck, so tight and slippery... your thighs are milking me." Oil flew, my bound leg tugging futilely, muffled pleas urging her on until she roared, painting my shins and knees with thick spurts of cum that dripped hot and sticky.

Panting, she untethered me, flipped me onto my stomach across the desk—ass up, legs dangling spread-eagle. "Now this pussy gets what’s hers." One hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back as her still-hard cock speared into me from behind—stretching my walls to their limit, bottoming out with a wet slap.

She fucked like a beast, relentless pistons shaking the desk, free hand spanking my cum-smeared thighs while fingers rubbed my clit.

"Take it, my little cock-addict—legs worshipped, pussy owned," she snarled, angling to batter my G-spot until I squirted again, convulsing around her. She followed with a final flood, pumping me full until it leaked down my trembling legs, collapsing over me in sweaty triumph.

Removing my gag, Tina caressed my cheek as I leaned into her palm. "Will you be my official girlfriend?"

"I will be... Tina. But can you let me go?"

"Where, sweetheart?"

"To the bathroom."