Page 88 of Corrupt Me

“Wherever you want,” I murmur.

“Why choose when I can come all over you tonight.”

He’s not exaggerating because the first time he comes, a bit splashes my face and my nipples. He smears his cum all over me while he pushes his cock in my mouth, and I lick him clean. Sex is a powerful tool; it makes you brainless. I could be reduced to only pleasing him and receiving pleasure in return and be content with that.

He bends down and lifts me by my ass, impaling his cock inside of me. The force has me biting into his neck, holding onto him while I slip into carnal passion.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me and letting me defile your pussy.” The praise washes over me as he continues thrusting into me.

“I can’t believe you can control your release like that.”

“But that only means I can fuck you for hours, kitten.”

His wet thumb pushes against my back hole, and I stiffen for a moment.

He nibbles along my neck. “Would you give me this as well?”

His fiery touch, his ardent kisses, and his enchanting lilt seduce me.

I am pretty sure I’d give him anything he wanted. I nod because he makes me lose my ability to form words.

“Relax.” His voice is hypnotic enough that I obey. With his cock in my pussy and his thumb in my ass, I am so full. And it’s not only me who likes the feeling because he groans low. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

“I hope you never will. That you want me desperately.”Like I do you.

“Oh, kitten, be careful what you wish for.”

He shoves himself back into me, fucking me until we come together this time.

I am so spent that I could pass out. Still holding me, he leans back with me in his arms. He caresses down my belly. Accompanied by the hot water, it lulls me to sleep.

In his arms, I feel safe and cherished—at home.

***

I hear the shower running before my senses fully awaken. Opening my eyes, I scoot up in bed, taking a moment to admire his gorgeous physique—those broad shoulders, chiseled chest, firm ass, and muscular thighs. He could put any underwear model to shame.

While I still feel him inside me, the need for him is stronger, so I ignore the shadow of soreness and roll out of bed.

He looks at me over his shoulder. There’s something soft in his eyes, battling with his clear desire for me. While I am used to the latter, it’s that softness that floors my heartbeat, and I am afraid it might break out of my chest straight into his palm.

When I am within reaching distance, he drags me to his front and crushes his lips to mine. He kisses me long and languidly, stealing the breath from my lungs, my heart from my chest, and my future from me. Without him, everything else looks grim. No wonder I don’t stand a chance.

“Let me tend to my cunt after the pounding it got last night.”

I giggle. “You’re an undercover romantic.”

“Only for you.”

I want to be the only one.

He goes on his knees and laps, licks, and nibbles on my clit, as if getting me off is his life’s goal. He’s too proficient, applying just the right pressure, his fingers finding that spot inside of me until he wrings another orgasm from me. I can’t do anything but freefall into euphoria.

He kisses my pussy one more time before he stands up.

“What about you?” I ask, pointing at his cock, which weeps pre-cum and looks painfully hard.

“Ignore him.”

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