Page 24 of Corrupt Desires

Still pinning her hands above her head, I take my free hand and run my cock through her wet folds, before sinking into her sweet heat.

“Fuck, Emilia. You’re so fucking tight. This pretty pussy was made for my cock.”

Emilia takes every single inch of me so beautifully. Her mouth forms anOat the intrusion of my cock, reveling in the feeling of me seated to the hilt.

I slowly pull out of her before slamming into her again. I told her I wouldn’t be gentle, and I meant it. She’s going to take everything I give her whether she likes it or not. I quicken my pace, biting her neck in just the right spot that has her wriggling in my grasp. Claiming her as mine and only mine.

I set a relentless pace, feeling her walls tighten around me as my balls slap her ass.

Pulling out again, I thrust into her hard as I pinch her nipple at the same time I bite her neck. The multiple sensations send her into her orgasm, and she lets out a screamed moan. Hearing her come has my balls tightening, and I know I’m only a few thrusts away from my own release.

“Fuck, James. Stop moving, it’s too much.”

“You’ll take what I give you, love.”

I continue to pound into her pussy, feeling her walls clenching around me again. I know I can get her to come a third time. Not wanting to waste any time, I bring my free hand to her pussy and start circling her clit while I continue to thrust into her. She throws her head side to side, feeling overwhelmed with the orgasm still running its course through her body.

Pinching her clit, her pussy tightens around me almost painfully, as she rides out her double orgasm. I come with a roar, biting into her neck hard enough to leave a mark. She rides out her own orgasm, her pussy continuing to squeeze my cock, taking all it has to offer.

Soothing away the pain with my tongue, I lick and circle the bite mark as we both work to catch our breath. Releasing her hands, I pepper kisses along her neck, making my way to her ear, before finally claiming her lips with my own.

She wraps her hands along the back of my head, her nails scratching my scalp and eliciting a shiver down my spine.

Resting my forehead on hers, I whisper to her, needing her to know just how much she affects me.

“Emilia, you’re a fucking goddess. I knew getting that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock again would be heaven, but love, that was downright sinful.”

I pull back to search her eyes, looking for any indication she didn’t feel the same way. Smirking at me and pulling my hair gently, she leans in and kisses me again.

She smiles against my lips. “James, if that was sinful, you wouldn’t last a single minute with my lips wrapped around your cock.”

Her sass has me relieved, and I let loose a laugh. “Guess we will have to see about that next time.”

Taking her up the stairs, I carry her into the bathroom. With my cock still half-hard, I slowly withdraw from her slick heat, causing my cum to start dripping down her legs. I grab a washcloth and run it under warm water before running it over her legs and pussy, cleaning her up.

Once I’m satisfied that she’s sated, based on the sleepy look that has taken over her face, I pick her up again and carry her to the bedroom. I set her in the bed and tuck her in before making way to my side of the bed.

“James.”

“Yes?”

“Tomorrow, after I come down from everything, I might slip into old feelings. They feel safe compared to whatever this is between us. Pull me out, OK?”

“I’ll fight for you ‘til my dying breath, love.”

As I get into bed pulling the covers around myself, I turn over and pull Emilia’s naked body flush against my own. I can’t promise my cock won’t have other intentions in the middle of the night, but for now, I hold her tight as we both drift off to sleep.

Seventeen

Emilia

Birds chirp and sing outside the windows, and sunlight streams into the room as I slowly open my well-rested eyes. I quickly notice that I’m alone in the oversized bed, James’s side is neatly made and tucked in. The room is humid and the fan is slowly spinning above the bed, casting a cooling breeze along my tanned skin.

Taking advantage of my time alone, I think back to the events of last night—the revelation that he wants me has me shook to my core. Actually, wants me. Not just some sort of obligation or favor to my parents. I went all these years harboring such hate for the man that I couldn’t see past it to what was right in front of my face the entire time. Guilt creeps in as I realize how horribly I’ve treated him—like he was the dirt beneath my shoes.

I groan and wipe my hands down my face, frustrated and peering up at the fan as it spins around. I have no choice but to apologize to him. Iwantto apologize to him. Shame has me riddled with an overbearing weight on my chest. It makes me angry to feel this way, and I slowly start to feel myself falling back into the comfort of my hate, placing blame on James. He should have said something, anything, to clear the air sooner than last night. I shake myself out of my thoughts.This isn’t James’s fault.The way I treated him rests solely on my shoulders. I didn’t have to treat him the way I did.

Deciding I need to suck it up and apologize like an adult, I throw back the sheet that is partially covering my body, kicking my feet out and slowly padding over to my dresser. The rich mahogany of the furniture shines back at me as I bite my bottom lip, my shadowy reflection casted back at me amongst the dark hues. I really hope today isn’t awkward.

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