Page 56 of Corrupt Me

“You should know.”

“I haven’t fucked since I got it.”

I feel my brows furrowing as I calculate.

“Had it done shortly before we came to Greenville.”

So, he hasn’t been with anyone in over six months. I’d like to think it’s because of me, and knowing I will be the one to experience this makes me feel like I am his first in some ways too.

He climbs into bed, moving between my legs, which part automatically.

“Condom. Fuck,” he says with a groan, about to move.

I quickly add before I’m too mortified, “I’m on the pill.”

After Abi’s experience and the scare that Celine might be pregnant, I wanted to make sure I was on the safe side. But I realized it had more to do with wanting this with him. And it’s finally happening.

“I’ve always used a condom.”

“I really want to feel you.”

His cock jerks at my answer. Protection wasn’t even on my mind, even though it should have been. I guess that’s more proof of how much I trust him and how I lose my mind over him.

He kisses me while his hands splay over my body as if mapping every curve. I do the same. His body is a piece of art—my own Greek god statue I can admire and explore unperturbed.

I don’t know how I will stop myself from not touching him once tonight ends. He’s all hard muscles and carved planes while feeling so hot under my palms.

He pushes one finger inside me. “Fuck, you’re tight. But what can I expect if that vibrator was the only thing that’s been in you?”

“Thank you for ruining it for me,” I say, swatting his chest playfully.

He arches a cocky brow. “Maybe I wanted it to be me who’s inside of you.”

It’s all so overwhelming that I just want to feel him already. I arch my hips when he adds a second finger, wanting more. “I can take it.”

“I’ll decide when you can. Another orgasm will make it better for you.”

“Another one?”

He chuckles, brushing his nose along my sensitive neck as my pussy adjusts to having two thick fingers inside of it. The discomfort quickly ebbs as he plays with my clit. He’s too damn proficient, knowing what button to press to increase my desire.

“Another one.”

Pushing in and out of me while he sucks on my nipple, then the other, my body writhes in the sheets, drowning in pleasure.

“You’re almost there.”

How can he know that? And as if reading my thoughts, he adds, “Your pussy is contracting around my fingers, squeezing them. Your chest is heaving, and your breathing rate has increased. Your body tells me what’s coming. Come on my fingers, Bailey. Let me feel you around my fingers as well. Come for me, kitten.”

Maybe it’s that term of endearment, or maybe it’s just his expert fingers coaxing the pleasure out of me with so much ease. My back arches, my toes curl. My orgasm washes over me like a waterfall, and I moan my release.

I ride the wave as he strokes my pussy, praising me. “Just like that. You come so beautifully for me, my kitten.”

I drop on the bed, floating on clouds of endorphins and dreams. He’s going to kill me with pleasure. I wouldn’t mind, though, when all I feel is him, making me feel so damn good.Vibrator, you served me well, but you’re no match for him, and he hasn’t even been inside of me.

Hunter hums low as he sucks my release off his fingers. It’s so sexual that heat licks at my skin. All my senses are wrapped up in him—inhaling his masculine scent while I watch him, with the taste of him lingering in my mouth.

He drops a sweet kiss on my forehead, peppering my face and body with kisses. The liar. If that is not worshipping me, then I don’t know what is. I never want to leave this sacred space, where it feels like it’s just the two of us.

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