Page 58 of Corrupt Me

“I can come many times, kitten. It’s called control and no recovery period. I’ll fuck you until I deplete myself of every drop of cum. It’s going to be a long night.”

He’s a man of his word. I forget the number of times I come as we lose ourselves in each other. By the time he finishes, I am shivery and spent, both of our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.

He tends to me as if he didn’t just fuck me into a near coma.

I will never be the same because I’ve just become his.

Gazing into her eyes, I lose myself in her. There’s nothing but pleasure and the need to bury myself in her—never to come out and be found again. I am sheathed in paradise.

She wraps her legs around my back, her fingers digging into my arms. I am teetering on the edge of something I have never experienced before—unbound pleasure.

“What does my girl want?”

Mine, fuck me. Her light and beauty keep all my demons at bay, taking over my insides until she is all I bow to.

“You.”

That one word pierces my chest, and I intertwine our fingers. There’s not an inch of skin that isn’t touching, yet it’s not enough. I want to fuck myself so deep in this woman that I corrupt her every cell until she’s mine and mine alone.

We’re connected physically—limbs entangled in carnal bliss—but there’s more. Something visceral I can’t pinpoint. I don’t know what’s happening or why she feels so different—so good.

I am giving her something I’ve given no one else: permission to touch and free rein over my body. But she’s not content with only that, my greedy girl. She arches her back, pushing me even deeper inside her. I am going to take full advantage of tonight, fucking her until I fuck her right out of my system.

A deep moan escapes her lips, and I can’t abstain from tasting her succulent mouth. I’ve kissed her so many times I could recreate the shape and fullness of her lips with my eyes closed.

“You feel so good inside of me. So good…” she says, all sultry, a flush coloring her face.

I don’t want this night to end, and I try to prolong the inevitable, but I have no control when it comes to her. She’s the only other woman I’ve ever come for. The difference is I want to come inside of her and give her everything in me.

We have just one night when I want to take her in every way humanly possible. Or I could give in and hide that part inside of me, just like I have done for years. But she’ll dig deeper. I gave in not even one hour after she proposed I take her virginity. She’s the war I can’t win. My demons retreat in the back of my mind, knowing her innate power to chase them away.

My mouth traces down her neck, nibbling the sweet spot of her pulse. Then I bite into it, sucking gently while her nails trail down my back, marking me just as I do her. I have taken her missionary, on her tummy, on her side. Touched, kissed, and licked every inch of her. I’ll do it again and again all night long.

Our bodies move in perfect synchrony, her every thrust matching my own intensity. There’s a frenzy as we come together, both chasing that same high.

“So fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect, kitten. How are you holding up?”

A sheen of sweat covers us both, but she hasn’t asked for a break. When girls realize they can’t make me come, they just give up eventually.

A soft smile grazes her lips, and then she seeks my mouth while her body undulates under me. I roll us over, and she’s on top of me—the view is mouthwatering. From her shiny hair cascading down her back to her slender neck and a round handful of tits, topped by two sweet pink nipples, down her narrow waist to the apex of her thighs, she captivates me—a goddess, bearing pure life and my salvation.

She grinds on top of me, moving her hips and watching me—wanting to give me pleasure. She does. I never even believed I could experience it.

Tugging at her nipples, I pinch them, testing her and punishing her for wrecking my composure. A shiver runs through her as she palms my chest, holding on to me. She likes it, maybe because there’s an undeniable truth: she’s my unraveling. I can fight it all I want, but that won’t change the fact.

This position might be the one to undo me. I still have a bit of cum left in me, but I’m saving that until I can’t control myself any longer.

With my hands splayed over her tiny waist, I lean over to suck on her nipples, and then her walls squeeze me. Her head falls back as she comes. She says my name so reverently and low that emotions punch at my chest. I can’t stop drinking her up—a painting of sunshine and feminine grace.

Gripping her waist, my entire body pulls taut as my release shoots out of me and straight into her cunt—filling her up.

A possessiveness like no other grips me in its merciless tentacles, poisoning my head with the impossible. I want to be the only one for her. I need to be the only man she’ll ever have.

I fall back, spent, and pull her to me, caressing down her back. Both of us are breathing heavily, and she bites into her lip, looking unsure. I brush away some strands of hair sticking to her cheek, gazing into her sparkling aquamarine eyes.

I smirk. “Thoroughly corrupted.”

“Yeah, so thoroughly I don’t know how I’ll walk tomorrow.”

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