Page 27 of Corrupt Desires

Taking control, I tug on her head, thrusting deep into her throat which causes her to gag, but I don’t relent. I set a grueling pace, jerking my hips while pulling her head onto my cock. Her eyes are watering, and fuck if it isn’t the prettiest sight in the entire world.

“Dammit. These tears look so beautiful falling down this gorgeous face. Such a good fucking girl.”

She hums her approval, the praise igniting her desire. She clenches her thighs, seemingly desperate for any sort of contact to relieve the ache between her legs.

The pressure swells and my balls tighten. I’m three strokes away from spilling my seed right down that perfect throat.

“Emilia, love. Swallow all of me like a good little slut.”

I cum with a roar, my entire body taut with the force of my orgasm. Emilia swallows every last bit I give her before slowly licking her way up my cock, effectively licking me clean.

“Mmm, you liked that, James?”

“You have no idea, love.” I pull her up to me, brushing the hair out of her face and wiping her tears with my hands.

“You are so fucking beautiful choking on my cock.”

She clenches her thighs again, and I can tell my spitfire needs some relief. My dick is still impossibly hard, eager to go for round two.

“Let me take care of that aching need you have, love,” I say as I turn her around and bend her over the stool. With one quick yank, I tear down the briefs she’s wearing and reach around, finding her pussy soaked.

Nipping behind her ear gently as I slide two fingers through her wet pussy, I whisper in her ear, “Emilia, I’m going to take you now.”

Nineteen

Emilia

James plunges two fingers into me, his palm rubbing on my clit as he finds that delicious sweet spot that makes my toes curl.

Looking over my shoulder, James withdraws his hand, and I can’t help the whine I let slip past my lips at the loss of his touch. He strokes himself, his cock growing larger by the second.Damn, this man is still hard?I smirk, realizing I actually made out pretty good with this marriage.A man that can go more than one round?Fuck. Yes.

James catches my eye, winking at me before hovering his head above my ass. He slowly opens his mouth and lets his spit run down and over his lips, landing right in my crack. My eyes widen as I realize what he intends to do. I’m not ready for that.

“James, you can’t…”

“I can and I will. Maybe not today, Em, but one day soon.”

He slides the crown of his cock up and down my pussy, gathering my arousal before nudging my pussy, sliding just the tip in.

I push back onto him, desperate to feel all of him inside me. He pulls back, however, teasing me to the point of frustration.

“This really is a gorgeous ass, love,” he says as he presses his thumb against my tight hole. The sensation shocks me, but it isn’t entirely horrible. As his thumb circles, he slides his cock back into my tight pussy. Pulling out slowly, he slams back into me, and it’s all I can do to stay upright over the stool.

“There it is, just like that. Such a good little whore. So hungry for my cock.”

His praise sends a thrill down my spine, and I start pushing back onto him just as much as he’s pounding into me.

“Play with yourself,” he commands as he proceeds to grab my hair, yanking my head back. The action elicits a hissed moan from my lips. James knows all the right kinds of pain to inflict, and I’m completely at his mercy.

“You’re so fucking sexy playing with your tight little cunt. Your pussy is perfect for my cock, you know that, love?”

James wastes no time picking up the pace, grabbing my left hip with bruising strength and impaling himself into my pussy. I chase the pain away, circling my clit to his exact thrusts, and I soon find myself falling into oblivion, pleasure and pain colliding until I can’t tell the difference between the two.

“James!” I scream, my orgasm ripping through me, causing every muscle in my body to tense.

“Fuck, Emilia. Your pussy. Is so. Fucking. Tight,” he says in between thrusts. I’m barely holding onto the stool, my body wanting to go limp after that explosive orgasm.

One, two, three more thrusts and James pulls out in a rush, spilling his seed along my lower back and asscrack. We’re both left gasping for breath, my cheek plastered to the cool seat of the stool while James’s hand is still entwined in my hair. Out of the corner of my eye, James tilts his head back and takes a shuddering breath, satisfaction written clearly along the planes of his face.

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