Page 96 of Vows In Corruption

I look down at her with a smirk.

“You don’t want sweet?” She gives me a head shake. “What do you want?”

There is no hesitation in her answer. “The man that told Peter Hill to never speak to his wife the way he did ever again.”

There’s a slight chance that I’m corrupting this woman and I don’t give a shit.

I open my legs up further, bringing a certain part of me closer to her face.

“Then be a good wife and suck your husband’s cock with that sweet fucking mouth of yours. I want tears on your face and to hear you gag.”

24

ELLA

Idon’t know how our little game of never have I ever turning into something sexual, but I’m not mad at it.

I’ve actually been waiting for this very moment since we got to Costa Rica and up until now it had yet to come.

A woman can only take so much of seeing the man that she’s attracted to, shirtless, wearing nothing but a towel, soaking wet as he comes out of the ocean or pool. It’s been a very interesting week for the spot between my legs. What with my hand and the shower head attacking it every time I have an ounce of alone time.

But now, after one simple game of trying to get to know each other better, I’m on my knees in front of Bennett.

The words he just spoke are still ringing in my ear and everything inside of me is tingling.

With a smile on my face, I don’t waste any time with following orders. I bite down on my bottom lip, and reach for the waist band of Bennett’s shorts.

I love seeing the man in a suit, but there is something about him wearing casual clothing that really does it for me. I wish I could see him like this more often.

As I pull the waistband of his shorts down enough for me to release his cock, I feel Bennetts eyes on me. I don’t have to look up to know that his stare is intense and that he is devouring everything about me with just one look.

His cock springs free and I can’t help but to run my tongue along my lips.

There is nothing average about Bennett Lane. Not in his work life or his home life and the same can be said about his cock.

The man is gifted and I can’t wait any longer to have him in my mouth.

And from the course he just let out, he can’t either.

“You look like a fucking angel, Elizabeth, sitting on your knees like that,” Bennett lets out as I run my tongue on the underside of his cock.

I look up and keep my eyes with his as I take him in my mouth, giving the head a good suck.

“Do that again.”

I do and I do it a few more times before moving my mouth down his shaft, covering him with my saliva, before I bring my mouth back up and take him as deep as I can.

Bennett lets out a groan as I wrap my mouth around him and move up and down, my hands still very much on his thighs, messaging as I move up and down on him.

“Such a fucking sweet mouth. You like sucking on my cock don’t you.”

I answer with a hum and continue to work him, taking my hands off his legs and wrapping both around his dick so I can make this experience more enjoyable for him.

With every sound that he makes, I want to reach down and play with myself. So when one of his hands lands on the side of my face, guiding my mouth, I slide one down and start touching myself.

I’m wet and silky and all I can think about is how good Bennett would feel sliding into me. He feels so good in my mouth, he would no doubt feel good there too.

“Fuck. Are you touching yourself?” He grunts out, his hand moving to the back of my head to hold me in place.

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