Page 80 of Corrupt Me

Look at my sassy woman begging for my tongue when I have my mouth on her. I continue fucking her with my tongue while pushing two fingers inside of her. Curling them, I suck on her clit. Her body contorts, telling me she’s going to come. Her feet dig into my back, her fingers fist the sheet, and her head thrashes from side to side.

“Look at me, Bailey. Always look at me when you come.”

With a dazed expression and glazed-over eyes, she finds mine. “There’s this pressure… it’s strange, like I need to pee.”

“You won’t pee. Trust me. Don’t hold it back.”

But just to be sure, I eat her out with uncontainable passion, sucking on her clit and tonguing her pussy, eager to experience her orgasm.

She shouts my name as she comes—it’s a wet explosion, raining down on my face and dripping from my chin.

Fucking hell, she really squirted.

Enraptured, I take in her thighs, drenched in her release and the small puddle on the floor.

“Oh, I’m so—”

“Don’t you ever fucking say sorry for the hottest experience of my life. You squirted, love. And it was phenomenal. Your pussy and I are going to have so much fun.”

Now that I know she can squirt, I’ll have her do that repeatedly.

I need inside of her like it’s my destiny to fill her up, mold us together—cement myself into her being. That it’s only me she wants and knows.

With one push, I bury myself to the hilt inside of her hot core. Her moans mix with my groans while our bodies give in to a carnal frenzy. It’s never enough. Every pull has me wanting to push back in. Every thrust is a testament to how utterly mad I am about her.

Her fingernails scrape along my back.

“Mark me, kitten. It would only be fair because I’m going to shape this sweet cunt to my cock and no one else’s.” This possessiveness splinters my sanity, turning me into a beast.

I am insatiable. I could fuck her for days and nights on end, and it wouldn’t be enough. Placing her legs over my shoulders, I roll my hips, going even deeper inside of her, and she lets out the longest moan.

“Too much?” I ask, and she bites into her bottom lip.

“It never is while it is… I don’t even know…”

Her words tug at the corner of my mouth, and I smirk. I fuck her like this until I switch positions, taking her with me. I sit on my ass and grip her ass cheeks, holding on to her as we move in perfect synchrony. This is more than fucking, but again, it’s always more with her—teetering on the edge of the unknown.

Her pretty, cherry nipples are right in my face, and I dip my head, sucking on one gently before I bite it and move to the other. Her eyes glisten, and her entire face radiates, illuminating me from the inside.

“What is this?” she asks, completely dazed.

“Madness.”

Clamping her pussy muscles, she throws her head back. While she comes, I nibble on her neck, feeling her rapid pulse. Her body goes lax, and she kisses me lazily, but I am not done with her. I’ll never have enough of her. I push her back and roll her onto her belly.

“Grip the headboard. Just a bit longer, my beautiful girl. You’re doing so good, kitten.”

She does, even though her sluggish moves are a clear sign she’s tired.

My hands splay on her waist, and my hungry eyes travel down her slender back. I kiss along her spine, placing a kiss on each ass cheek before parting them. How can it be that I have her splayed open for me, mine to do whatever I please with, and it’s not enough? I have a perfect view of her rosy, puckered asshole and tiny pussy.

I spit into her crack, letting it slide down her perfect cunt.

She startles, my jumpy kitten, and then she eyes me over her shoulder as I thrust inside of her. The movement is so hard and fast that it propels us forward, making the headboard hit the wall with every thrust. That thumping mixed with her crying out my name, ignites my need to chase my release, and when I do, I pump all my cum inside of her. There’s one certainty in my life: she slipped through a small crack in my chest and took the reins, controlling everything inside me.

I crash onto the bed and hold her to my chest. We both breathe heavily—always so damn intense.

I brush a few strands from her face and kiss the tip of her nose. “How are you?”

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