Page 23 of Corrupt Desires

She looks up at me with a pout on her face and fire in her eyes. There’s the Latina I know and love.

“I want to hear you say it, Em. So tell me. Tell me how badly you need my cock in your tight pussy.”

She squirms in my lap, desperate for any friction she can get against her hot center. I can already tell by the wet spot on my slacks that she is soaking for me.

“Tell me how your pussy is dripping in need of this cock, Em. Tell me now, or so help me god…”

“I need you, James. I’m soaked for you. Please, I’ll take anything. Just please.”

Hearing exactly what I needed to hear, I move my plate, pick her up by her waist, and stand up. I quickly sit her on the table and push her back so she’s laying down. Emilia looks beautiful spread out before me, her hair fanned around her head, and a blush covering her from face to chest, indicating her pure want. Her chest heaves, making her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes. She’s so fucking gorgeous.

Hooking a hand behind each of her knees, I pull her to me until her ass is just at the edge of the table. She looks up at me with surprise and equal amounts of lust, the question dying on her lips as I move to pull her shorts down her body. Left in nothing but her satin camisole and her black panties, I kneel on the floor and hook each of her legs behind my shoulders.

Burying my face between her legs, I breathe in her scent and release a growl right against her panties. She’s mine, all fucking mine. From the moment she walked into that diner, I knew she would belong to me. I feel the shudder that goes through her, and I smile against her cunt.

“James, please.”

“So impatient, aren’t you, love?”

“I need you.”

Without waiting to hear anything more, I take a finger and move her panty to the side, dragging my tongue through her lips from the bottom to the top, ending at her clit and circling lazily. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling until the sensation edges on pain, and god does it only make me harder, needier.

“Fuck, James, you’re the devil with that tongue.”

I pause my ministrations to answer her. “If I’m the devil, love, then you’re my fallen angel.”

Knowing that she wants—no,needs—more from me, I take two fingers and push them inside her, curving them a bit to hit that sweet spot. I work her clit and her tight pussy simultaneously, relishing in her sweetness. She’s so fucking wet for me, it’s almost my undoing.

“Come for me, baby.”

Needing no further prompting, she grabs my hair and holds my head exactly where she needs me, grinding into me.

“That’s it, love. Such a good fucking girl. Ride my face.”

Adding a third finger, I can feel her walls tightening—she’s so close. Reaching up, I take my free hand and pull down her camisole, playing with her perky breast and teasing her nipple with my fingers. Pinching her nipple is her undoing as she comes apart all over my hand and face, and I lick up everything she gives me, growling my approval against her soaking pussy.

“James… oh god!”

Her body shakes and spasms as she comes down from her orgasm, her chest heaving with exertion. She has a delicious sheen to her body as I peer up at her, taking in her after-glow. Her beautiful lips are parted as she tries to capture her breath, her eyes pinched closed as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm.

“You’re so fucking beautiful coming apart for me, love.”

Her eyes slowly open and meet my own, lust still shining in their depths. My little vixen is insatiable.

“Hmmm… looks like you need round two,” I tell her as I stand up, shed my slacks and briefs, and then pull down her thong. I gather her in my arms, hooking her legs on my lower back. My cock twitches against her lower stomach, her skin silky smooth against my erection.

“James, don’t you want me to repay the favor?”

“This is more than just a favor, love, and you know it.”

“Then fuck me, James. Claim me like only you can.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” My brain tells my body to take her to bed, but I don’t make it far before my dick takes over, and instead, I push her against the hallway wall. Pinning her with my lower body, I reach up and grab her hands from around my neck and pin them above her head using one hand. I crash my lips upon hers, my tongue dancing along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. She is more than eager to oblige, her tongue dancing with mine. Using my free hand I cup her breast, kneading the tender mound of flesh while my cock grinds against her clit. The action causes her back to arch off the wall, and she lets loose a breathy moan.

“This won’t be gentle. I just can’t… I need you too much.”

She bites my ear lobe before whispering in my ear, “I don’t want gentle. I wantyou.”

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