Page 77 of Morally Corrupt

He finally slips the tip in, just barely, and my channel immediately contracts. I don't even stop to wonder why he's not using a condom, as he'd always used before with Pink. He slams into me in one mighty thrust that triggers my orgasm, my walls tightening around him. He continues to thrust in and out of me, the only sound indicating his pleasure his harsh breathing.

He pushes himself so deep inside my body, my vision becomes impaired from the sweet pleasure. But just as I get used to his brutal use of my body, he pulls his cock out.

I whimper at the sudden loss, but from the corner of my eye, I see him take a bottle of lube from the table. Coming behind me again, he lathers the liquid all over my butt, slowly massaging it towards my hole.

His thumb slips inside at the same time his cock enters my pussy again. He strokes me deeply, his finger increasing the pressure until suddenly his cock is out of my wet heat and pushing against my hole.

The initial sensation of pain gives way to stretching and ultimately to fullness.

He works his cock against my ass until he's all the way in. He then fucks me so deep, when another orgasm hits me, I almost pass out. In fact, the moment he pulls out and flips me on my back, I'm entirely too powerless to do anything.

I watch him get to his feet, his hand fisting his cock as he takes himself to completion. Hot spurts of semen burst from his shaft and onto my face and neck.

He crouches once more, looking at me almost affectionately before saying, "Good girl."

Then he retrieves his clothes, puts them on, and leaves.

I'm still on the floor, fucked within an inch of my life, and struggling to keep my eyes open.

28

THEO

I flick the light on as I enter the apartment. After leaving Bianca at the Palace, I'd gone around driving to clear my head. Having my way with her like that should have made me feel better. But if anything, I feel worse.

I feel… cheated.

I slowly make my way inside, not thinking whether Bianca is home yet or not. I'm honestly not in the mood for a confrontation right now.

But as I reach the living room, it's to see her sitting quite daintily on the couch, a book in her hand.

"Theo! I was worried," she says, a mask of concern on her face.

"Really? Why?" I ask drily.

"It's late, why else? After what happened at the lake house…" She trails off.

"I'm fine," I simply say and make for the bedroom. Halfway there, I stop, turning slightly towards her.I don't know what comes over me when I say the next words, "I fucked a whore tonight." I watch her face slowly morph into a combination of expressions, as if she's trying to find the right one to fit my confession. She settles on an amused one, regaling me with a fake laugh too.

"Ha, ha, you're funny, babe." I just raise my eyebrows at her, waiting for her to continue.

"You're not mad that I fucked another woman?" I repeat.

"Theo, what are you saying?" She makes another attempt to laugh it off.

"Or maybe," I start as I walk towards her, planting myself in front of her. My thumb goes to her freshly scrubbed face.

"You're not mad because that woman was actually you."

"Theo…" she stammers, and for the first time, I see a trace of real emotion on her face.

She knows she's caught.

"Whatever are you saying? Have you been drinking?" She puts the book next to her and stands, attempting to bypass me.

"Really? That's all you have to say?" I grab her hand and fling her back on the couch.

"What about these handprints on your lovely throat?" I move her hair to the side to trace the evidence of her guilt.

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