Page 118 of Corrupt Me

“Please.”

“Is it torture, love?” he asks, voice dripping of sinful promises as he continues to tease my body.

“Yeah, I want more. Everything.”

“This is how I feel every damn time. It’s never fucking enough.”

He shoves a hand inside my jeans, and a satisfied groan parts his mouth when he finds my slick entrance.

He sucks one nipple and toys with the other—like I’m his personal fuck doll. He pushes two fingers inside of me, curling them and pressing down on my clit.

It’s so much pleasure as he conquers my senses, working my body until I reach the crescendo. The orgasm rips through me so suddenly that my vision blackens for a moment. I’m dizzy on my feet, but he’s there to hold me as I catch my breath.

I am still panting as he pulls his hand out, sucking my release off his fingers and then trailing one over the contour of my lips before he pushes his thumb inside. I suck on it, lulled by the sheer carnality.

“Such a good girl coming on my fingers…”

He unzips my jeans and moves to his next. I am too dazed to participate, and a part of me loves that he’s undressing me.

When we’re both naked, I swallow at his long, thick cock jutting out and leaking pre-cum, those eight small balls on his piercing instantly making me hunger for how they feel inside of me, massaging my walls into blissful euphoria.

I am about to move to my knees when he wraps his hand around my neck and keeps me in place. He hooks my leg up with the other, forcing me on my toes.

He guides his cock to my entrance, groaning, “You’re getting fucked hard tonight.”

“I can take it.”

“Good, because I will test that, my kitten.”

He shoves himself inside of me, bottoming out. I gasp, my nails automatically digging into his back—so full and stretched, a vessel to receive all of him.

Sounds of rapture rumble in his throat. “Always so fucking tight and hot for my cock.”

“You’re so deep…” I moan.

“Mm-hmm. And I want to go even deeper until you feel me with every step you take, every breath you inhale.”

Good god. His words, combined with how full I am, make me delirious. He squeezes my neck at the same time that he pushes back inside of me. In perfect sync, he plays with my neck and pussy. I can’t hold back my cries or tears, the pleasure overwhelming me.

“Such a pretty mess for me,” he says, licking the tears from my face. “Only when we’re like this are you allowed to cry, do you hear me? When I pound this pussy raw and make you take me however I want. But even when I fuck you like you’re my fuck toy, I want you to remember that I love you the most, worship you with every fiber of my being. I’d give my life for you.”

He not only makes me feel loved and desired but cherished and adored. The best kind of emotions overwhelm me, both my heart and body jubilating. “I know, baby. Your love for me is the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever experienced.”

He pulls out of me, and I instantly squeeze, wanting to feel him and not the emptiness he left behind.

In one swift movement, he positions me with my palms on my desk and spreads my legs with his, setting himself at my back. Then, he opens the camera on the laptop.

I am naked and on display while he’s behind me, his hard cock growing even bigger against my back—our bodies create the perfect image of sensuality. His body is wider than mine, carved in stone, making me feel delicate and petite. The knowledge makes me even hotter.

His eyes bore into mine, and I suck in a breath at all that raw hunger reflected in them. He brushes his knuckles along my collarbone down the valley of my breasts. Every touch is a testament to the unbound passion that heats me up. Hunter must be a wizard because he has cast a spell on my very being, making me his and irrevocably binding me to him. He’s all I know. All I want—body and heart. We might live in different bodies, but at our core, we’re one. That’s the only logical explanation for this beautiful madness.

“Watch yourself take me.” His voice is a deep husk that only increases my desire. We feel the same, and I let go, knowing that euphoria will await me once I take the plunge.

As he slips inside of me, inch by mind-blowing inch, I gasp at the fullness and delicious stretch, wanting to hold on to my sanity while he pushes me straight into the arms of sweet delirium. A groan vibrates in his throat as he prolongs burying himself in me to the hilt, keeping us both teetering on the edge. I pant out his name, and his reply is a satisfied grin, loving to make me beg for him.

It’s the most erotic and intense fucking I’ve ever experienced. While I can see myself on the screen, I can also watch him. My eyes are glazed over, and a flush covers my face. His face is drawn in pleasure as he pulls his lower lip through his teeth. His control shatters, and he fucks me like a wild animal let loose. The image, combined with him tugging my hair back and thrusting into me with powerful strokes, triggers my second orgasm.

Eyes locked, I fist the edge of the desk, crying out in pleasure.

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