Page 8 of Morally Corrupt

"So fucking tight," he rasps in my ear, and I turn my head to the side, hoping he won't see the tears in my eyes.

It burns!

Shit! I should have expected the pain given his size.

His hands are on my ass, hauling me over his length until he's fully embedded inside of me. He groans low in his throat, his forehead resting on mine. I lock my legs behind his back, holding him to me, hoping the pain will subside.

"You're wrecking me, Barbie girl," he says before his mouth seeks mine. My first kiss, and it's not gentle or tentative. No, it's a full-on parrying of tongues and mashing of mouths. I revel in the sensation of having him inside of me, of finally becoming one.

Because he is mine. He just doesn't know it yet.

He pulls back, withdrawing almost all the way before thrusting in again. His tongue is emulating the movements of his cock and I no longer care about pain, or anything really. It's just us — me and him.

His fingers dig into my ass, his movements gaining momentum. He thrusts into me like a madman, the tip of his cock hitting deep inside and making me gasp.

"Goddamn it." His grunts are huskier and one hand travels up to my neck, grabbing me in a painful hold and twisting my head around so I'm looking straight into his eyes. "You're a witch, Pink. You've bewitched me," he murmurs before kissing me harder. His mouth trails down my neck until he reaches my tits. Tugging my dress down, he pops one nipple into his mouth, suckling.

God!

His teeth scrape my breasts as he licks and laps at me. Just as he moves to the other breast, my hands find their way into his hair, urging him on, drawing him closer.

Theo picks up speed, his cock moving in and out of me before he suddenly stills, his entire body taut with tension.

"Witch," he whispers again as he comes. I wrap my arms around him, holding onto him as he rides his pleasure.

Breathing hard, he raises his head from the crook of my neck, his forehead full of perspiration.

"Shit!" he curses. "You didn't come, did you?" My first intention is to lie and say that I did, so I open my mouth to do that, but the words get stuck into my throat as his fingers deftly work my clit. He's still inside of me, and that fullness coupled with the tingles from my clit has me coming in no time.

"Good," he praises, "good girl."

My lips stretch into a smile as he helps me down, withdrawing from me completely. One glance down has me panicking though, as I spot some blood at the base of the condom.

I immediately get on my knees, quickly removing the rubber and taking his length in my mouth.

"Just like that." His hand comes over my hair, brushing it aside. "Clean that cock real nice, my dirty little girl."

And I do. Because that's all I ever want to be.

His dirty little girl.

3

THEO

"Her body had bruises everywhere, and the forensic pathologist suggested she was likely beaten to death."

I nod, my fingers playing absentmindedly with a pencil. This debriefing is taking longer than I expected, considering I know all the information presented.

The mayor had personally sent me to oversee this case within the NYPD, since the murder was that of a high-profile individual. Even knowing what's at stake, my mind simply can't focus on what's being said.

All I can think of is Pink.

The way she'd come for me. The noises she'd made when I'd fucked her tight little pussy. I almost groan out loud at the memory of her clenching around my cock, her fingers pulling at my hair as I'd sucked a nipple in my mouth. The way I know for sure I'm returning for more.

I shift a little, feeling the blood rushing down to my lower region the more I picture her.

Maybe it’s all the pent-up lust from years of abstinence.

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