Page 55 of Corrupt Me

His eyes burn with raw hunger and undiluted honesty. “You’re the most exquisite woman I have ever seen. Now let me enjoy your perfection.”

By now, I think my heart slips into his hand, beating there. I hope he’ll take care of it and not squish the fragile organ because it’s his to do as he pleases, just like my body.

He caresses his knuckles over my breasts, and my nipples become painfully hard. Then he lowers his mouth to one and sucks gently, relieving me a bit. He licks and then bites. I jump up at the foreign sensation. Everything he does to me feels so good. He holds me there on his lap with no way to escape—with just his hand splayed over my hip and the promise of unbound pleasure.

He moves to the other while his thumb and forefinger play with the one his mouth just left, tugging and twisting. Only my moans and his groans of satisfaction penetrate the silence as a lust haze surrounds us.

He stands up while holding me and gently places me down. Only a black scrap of material is left between being completely naked. Lowering on his knees, he peels my thong down my legs, taking his sweet time as if savoring every second.

Completely naked, he looks up at me, and, for a moment, it transcends the physical part.

“I can’t decide…”

“What?” I murmur.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he slaps my thighs apart and buries his face between my folds. I jump up, not familiar with the sensation.

“So jumpy, my kitten.”

I love it when he putsmybefore the pet name; it makes the term of endearment even more personal. He hooks my leg over his shoulder, and his fingers dig into my ass as he feasts on me with so much zeal, I see freaking stars. Sounds are coming from me I’ve never made before, half moans, half choked breaths.

My hand flies to his head, and I fist it around his silky dark strands to anchor myself in the here and now, while the pleasure propels me so high, I get lightheaded.

I hear the sloppy sounds my pussy makes as he slurps, groaning and lapping at me as if he’s dying of thirst. The deep, guttural noise vibrating in the back of his throat increase my pleasure. It feels as if I could reach out my hand and touch a star. His mouth is the ultimate pleasuring device, and when he sucks on my clit, I free fall into bliss. He doesn’t stop, not until he ravishes me.

The orgasm stirs low in my belly, only to blast through me—fast and all at once. I fall and keep falling, but he’s there to catch me, placing kisses on my thighs as I come down from that addictive high.

“So responsive,” he says that praise with a hint of awe, blanketing me in satisfaction while my breathing returns to normal.

He stands up, caressing my cheek with one hand while the other is planted on my hip. I love that he surrounds me with himself—his heady scent, his muscular body, his fiery touch.

“How are you?” he asks, tone laced with care. I am safe with him.

“I want more,” I say, rising on my toes and crossing my arms around his neck. I want everything.

“Greedy kitten.”

“Your greedy kitten.”

“Fuck, you’re going to be my undoing.”

Hopefully.

“Get on the bed on your back,” he commands, sending flames to dance on my skin, heating me from within.

I watch as he undresses himself. What a spectacular view. My hungry eyes trace his sculpted body, those muscles ripping with every move, and that V-line dipping low has me salivating.

Naked in front of me, I gorge on physical perfection and male strength. But it’s also a testament to his discipline and hard work, which increases my admiration. That body is my personal protection machine.

Fully erect, his jutted-out cock looks like an impaling device, long and thick. Strangely, I am not afraid even if I should be—it looks like it could rip my pussy apart, but I am more eager to feel him inside of me.

He wraps his hand around his shaft, and I grab the sheet, wanting it to be me who touches him. He gives it a few pumps, and something shiny penetrates my lust-fogged brain, making my mouth form an “O.” Eight small, horizontally placed metallic barbells stick out on each side of the underside of his cock like a ladder, making it appear even more dangerous and appealing. He has a cock piercing.

“It’s a Jacob’s Ladder. Like it?” He almost sounds unsure.

I nod, itching to touch it. “It fits you. I’ve heard genitalia piercings increase sexual pleasure.”

“I’ve heard that one too.”

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