Page 154 of Corrupt Me

He groans half in pleasure, half in frustration as he comes a bit, then pulls out.

Pushing me to my knees, he commands, “Open.”

He plunges inside my mouth past my gag reflex until he reaches the back of my throat. This is not lovemaking at all. It’s raw fucking. Tears stream down my cheeks, the gagging sounds adding to the frenzy.

“Look at my kitten choking on my cock. Such a pretty mess for me.”

I must look like one, all flushed and teary, slobbering on his cock. I take my first full breath when he pulls out. Panting, I look at him as he traces the contour of my lips with the head of his cock.

It’s the first time in a while that he’s looked at me for more than a few seconds. There’s a battle going on behind his eyes. He fucks me like it’s the last time. The disconnect kills me.

As if our eyes locked is too much for him, he pushes back in, fucking my mouth until he comes some more.

“Swallow,” he orders.

I do, in a trance.

“Hunter?” I don’t even know what I’m asking of him, but it goes deeper than assurance.

“Such a good girl for me who sucks me so well, as if she’s my custom-made slut.”

Dragging me up, he pushes me against the wall again, but I turn around to face him. Raising on my toes, I palm his face and kiss him, wanting him here with me. It’s like he’s on a mission, fucking me with everything in him but keeping me out. I need him to look at me, be with me. There’s no hiding. I am his, and he is mine.

“Please.”

“Please what, Bailey?” Lifting me by my ass, he pins my hands above my head.

“I don’t want to lose you…”

“You never will. No more talking. Time for fucking.”

He guides his steel-hard cock to my entrance, spearing inside of me. He stays like that until I think my pussy will never forget how his cock feels inside of me.

“You feel so good. Do I feel good?” I rasp.

His answer is a low groan. He buries his head in my neck and continues to fuck me like a savage let loose.

“I won’t come until you look me in the eye,” I say, praying for a bit of self-control.

“Shall we test that?”

He’s unyielding, and this is a challenge I won’t win. He has turned my body into his plaything,

He pulls out slowly and then pushes back in inch by formidable inch, driving me insane when massaging my walls. He teases my pussy until I can’t do anything, helpless in chasing my pleasure.

“You’re not playing fair,” I whine.

“Drench my cock, angel.”

And when he draws out of me, leaving just the tip at my entrance, I do just that, erupting like a hose, spraying his cock.

“Just like that. Fuck, that’s so hot.”

My legs tremble with the intense orgasm, and I pant heavily.

He bites into my bottom lip, sucking it between his lips, and then he thrusts back inside of me. His eyes lock on mine, brewing a gray storm. He pistons inside of me, and my eyes roll back in their sockets. Again and again, he drives into me. It’s hard to keep eye contact until he comes for the last time. It’s only then he releases my hands.

Even after the intense experience, there’s a faraway look etched in his gaze, and he’s uncharacteristically silent. This is all I get, a punishing fuck after one week apart.

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