Page 39 of Corrupt Desires

“Can I return the favor, James?” I palm his erection through his pants, caressing him slowly as I smile against his lips.

“Fucking hell, love. You could do anything you want, but I think we are going to be pulling up to the house soon.”

“So what? Aleks and Donovan will know to wait.”

“When you put it like that, how can I deny you?”

James sits back on the floor against his seat, legs spread wide as he starts to lazily stroke himself through his pants.

“Show me exactly how much you want this cock, Mrs. Stonewell.”

Eager to please him, I drop to my hands and knees, crawling over to him and situating myself between his legs. James watches me with hooded eyes as he undoes his belt and zipper, pushing up to pull down his pants just enough to release his cock from his briefs.

My mouth waters and a whimper escapes me as he continues to stroke himself, watching me intently the entire time. I clench my own thighs together as I chase any sort of friction I can get, longing for the feel of him between my legs.

“Do you want this cock, Em? Tell me how badly you want it.”

“I want you, James. Please, let me.”

“Ah ah ah, no touching yet, love. Tell me… do you want to taste me or ride me?”

“B-both. Please.” I reach a hand between my legs, pushing my dress up before circling my clit, unable to help myself as I watch James pleasure himself. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.

“That’s it, Em. Such a good fucking girl. Playing with yourself like a good little whore.”

His praise lights me up, while his degradation makes me want to appease him in any way he could possibly want.

“Come here, Em.”

I waste no time, lowering my head and circling the head of his cock with my tongue. His saltiness washes across my taste buds as I lick him, starting at the base of his cock and working my way up.

James inhales between his teeth, tangling a hand in my hair and pushing my mouth down on him until he hits the back of my throat. I hollow out my cheeks and suck him like my life depends on it. My slow perusal isn’t enough for him though, as he grabs my hair and starts thrusting up into my mouth, setting a grueling pace. My eyes start to water and I gag around him, causing him to moan and stutter his thrusts.

James pulls up on my head, and I pop off him, taking a finger and swiping away the drool that gathered around my lips.

“Emilia, as much as I want to continue that until I come, I need you on my cock. I’ve missed this pretty pussy wrapped around me too much.”

Sitting back on my knees, I pull my dress up around my waist, baring myself to him completely. I lean over him, resting my hands on the seat behind him, and lower myself on his cock until I’m seated to the hilt.

My head falls back in ecstasy as his cock stretches me to the point of pain. I’ve missed this feeling the past two weeks. I used toys late at night when I would think about James, but it could never compare to his actual cock.

“Fuck, James.” I roll my hips, chasing the pressure against my clit.

“Fuck me, Emilia. Fuck me like you own me, like the dirty little slut that you are.”

I grab a fistful of his hair at his comment. “I do own you,cabrón. You’remine.”

I lift myself before plunging back down on him, rolling my hips before repeating the process. James grips my hips in a punishing hold, lifting me and slamming me back down upon him. Reaching between us, I take my hand and circle my clit, knowing I’m so close to falling over the edge once again.

“Come for me, love.”

His words spark my need, and I come undone, jerking my hips against him as I chase my orgasm.

“Fucking hell, Emilia. Just like that. Your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Two more thrusts and James follows me over the edge, grunting and moaning through his own release. I fall against him, trying to catch my breath as I come down from this high.

James runs his hand through my hair as I lean against his chest, feelings of home chasing me as I relax in his grasp. I’ve missed this man so much.

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