Page 57 of Corrupt Me

When he grips his cock, I have the urge to tell him I want to taste him too, but the thick head nudges my opening, and I forget my own damn name.

Eyes locked, nothing else matters but us. It sounds unreal, but it’s like I have an opening to his soul that screams for mine. For a moment, we’re the only people on Earth, joining and connecting beyond a heart and body level.

“I’m sorry, Bailey,” and then he pushes in to the hilt, filling me completely. A long breath rushes out of me at the intensity and intrusion, propelling me up to cling to his arms for support. The burning sensation mixed with that bite of pain persists. I claw at his back, holding on to him. Even with all the preparation, it stings.

I bite into his chest in my attempt to ease the ache while he caresses down my hair, cooing at me. “Shh, it’s over, I have you. You did so well. I am all in. And bloody hell, I don’t want to leave this perfect fucking cunt; it’s as if it was made for me.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I say through a pant, “Are you trying to split me in two, Hunter? I think you broke my pussy. Is it still there? Just look for me—”

“I assure you, it’s still there, love. I have you, trust me. Now breathe in and out. It will pass. I won’t move, not until it gets better.”

I am a jumbled mess of sensations. I expected a bit of pain, considering it’s my first time, and he’s big. Damn, my poor pussy got massacred, but there’s something else flickering—pleasure. I don’t want to think how it would have been without him preparing me.

“I feel you inside of me,” I say, my fingers digging into his back to hold onto him—or to keep him inside of me. I have no idea.

“Me too, and it’s killing me how tight you are. Your cunt is strangling my cock so damn good.”

I believe him because his eyes are hooded and turning darker with lust.

Something inside urges me, craving his next move, so I squirm, and he picks up on it instantly.

“I’m going to move. Is that okay with you?”

I nod, wanting to get to the good part already. With the discomfort easing, I want to feel him moving inside of me. I moan at the incredible sensation of his cock massaging my walls and those barbells—it’s so good, I think I’ll never have enough.

Eyes locked, I moan. “You feel perfect, Hunter.”

He brushes his knuckles along my cheek, wearing a nostalgic, almost sad expression. “I wish I were. For you.”

His words undo me, and I kiss him, not wanting a reminder of the improbability of us. Right now, it’s all about pleasure like I’ve never experienced before.

“Give me more.”Give me yourself. Give me your all. Give me everything.

He starts a gentle but unyielding rhythm that feels so incredible I could get addicted. Now I understand my friends. But then he changes the tempo, going harder, pushing deeper—more intense, driving me wild. My nails bite into his back. Reduced to animalistic mating, I leave my mark on him.

He thrusts even harder, making the bed rock. I turn shameless in chasing my pleasure because I didn’t care if someone heard me or knew what was transpiring right now in my room. I try to muffle my screams by biting into his shoulder when he fucks me even harder.

“I need to hear what I’m doing to you, Bailey. So, you either give me those moans, or I swear I’ll bend you over the window for the entire campus to hear and see who you belong to—me,” he says through gritted teeth as if he’s barely holding on.

That makes me burn even hotter. I might come again from his words alone. I listen because I believe him. Letting go, I cry out his name, moaning my pleasure.

He’s sublime as he fucks me. A majestic sex machine, a terrific master puppeteer because that’s what it feels like—as if my body is his to do as he pleases. And please me, he does.

It’s an overload of sensations and stimuli flooding me. Every time he kisses me, my heart flaps, filling my chest with butterflies. Every time his hands travel over my body in sweet exploration, my skin heats. Every time he pushes inside of me, I feel him so deep, as if he wants to find out where I end and never resurface.

He angles my knee, bends it forward, and hits a spot inside me that has stars dancing before my eyes.

“Hunter, oh my freaking god, I just saw stars. And it wasn’t the first time tonight.”

He chuckles, rotating his hips, prolonging my pleasure and my moan. “Fucking you so good, huh?”

“Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop, or I’ll kill you.”

“So violent, my kitten?”

It’s your fault, I want to say, but he thrusts inside of me even harder and faster, and I swallow my words.

It’s there, another orgasm just in reach, blinding me for a second. As I come, he grows even bigger inside of me, spurting a bit of his sticky liquid. Then he rolls me onto my belly, and I ask over my shoulder, dazed. “But you just came.”

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