Page 45 of Corrupted Memories
Gianna groans again. “Why are you waking me up?”
My hand skims down her waist, and I squeeze at the flesh of her hips. “Because I gotta get up, but you’re too cute to move off me.”
“It’s too early for you to be charming,” Gianna says as she rolls to the other side of the bed. I miss her warmth instantly and resist the urge to snatch her back to me.
Leaning up on my elbow, I smack her plump ass before climbing off the mattress. If I stay even a little longer, I’ll strip her and pump another load of cum into her. My cock hardens at the thought, and I adjust myself in my boxer briefs.
She glances at me, squinting against the light streaming in from the windows. “Where are you going? It’s Saturday.”
I raise my eyebrows. Is she hopeful I’ll spend the day with her? “The weekends are when we get some work done… off the clock.”
Her eyes narrow even more. “So your criminal shit?”
A dubious smile pulls at my lips. “It’s all above board. Did you want to go with me?”
Gianna sits up. The sheets pooling in her lap and the strain of her tits against the thin tank top have me groaning.
“Baby, I can only resist so much. Don’t tease me.”
She scoffs. “I’m still mad at you.”
“Sounds like the perfect time to show you how much you love my cock,” I say, crawling onto the bed toward her.
Two bright pink spots stain her cheeks and her mouth parts in amused shock. “Don’t you have work?”
I grab her ankle, throw off the sheets, and yank her to me. She lets out a small shriek as I push her legs out with my knee and settle my hips between them. I rest my body over her, my elbows cradling her head as I stare down at her. “I do, but I’ll always choose you.”
A sheen in her eyes makes my heart skip so I lean down, kissing her as I rub my erection against her heat. I raise onto one palm, pulling at her tank top to free the breasts I desperately need and suck a nipple into my mouth.
She moans, arching toward me, and I trail my hand between her legs, slipping right into her shorts and finding her drenched.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. What were you dreaming about?”
She blushes and shakes her head. I pinch her clit lightly, and she gasps before narrowing her stare.
I chuckle. “You know I know how to play your tight little body. Tell me about your dream.”
“When we took that weekend trip to Milwaukee,” she admits in a subdued tone. Her cheeks flush and I grin, remembering it vividly.
My fingers swipe through her wetness, teasing her clenching hole. “That was a really good weekend.”
Gianna hums when I press into her, leaning over to kiss her neck. “That was the first time you let me fuck your tight ass. You did so good for me, opened right up like a blooming flower.”
She shudders out a breath. “Only you would make anal sound so poetic.”
I laugh, unable to hold it back, and kiss her again. Gianna arches up to meet my lips, moaning into my mouth as I push my fingers deeper. I break away to smirk down at her.
“You like it though, don’t you? Both my prose and my prodding.”
Her giggle washes over me, like burrowing under a soft blanket in the middle of a rainy day. My smile softens as she stares up with enoughaffection to choke me. The woman owns me entirely, and she doesn’t even believe it.
She blows out a breath as I pull her shorts off. I push her thighs apart and settle my face between her legs, my attention falling on her pretty pink pussy. My cock grows hard at the sight, my mouth watering at the desire to taste her straight from the source. Sliding down her soft skin, I spread my fingers through her slit as she relaxes at my touch. I hold back a smirk. Her mind and heart may be fighting us, but her body knows who it belongs to. I push her pussy apart, leaning forward to flatten my tongue and swipe up her cunt. Groaning into her wetness, I press deeper, shoving into her hole as she gasps and rocks against my mouth.
I shiver when her nails scrape against my scalp, and my eyes roll back when she tugs at my hair. God, I’ve missed her so much. I’ve missed this, driving her to the precipice of pleasure until she becomes freely wanton for me.
Licking and sucking at her sweetness, I roll my hips against the sheets, seeking relief from the ache lapping at her pussy is causing me. Gianna arches toward my face, her thighs shaking as she chases her release on the tip of my tongue. I groan into her pussy, drowning happily in her juices as she gushes more the closer she gets to coming.
She whines when I sit up in a jerky movement, denying her the bliss she was seeking and shoving off my boxer briefs.
