Page 28 of Destroyed

“Spin with me Xavier,” she giggles drunkenly before stumbling. I catch her and she falls into my arms. I’m suddenly whipped into a memory with Corrine in my arms the same way.

The rain is running down her face. She looks so beautiful as she grins up at me. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I say to her.

“Not such a beautiful butterfly now, am I?” she says laughing, and tries to push a wet strand of hair off her face.

I swat her hand away and carefully peel the hair off her face. “You are the most beautiful butterfly there ever was.”

“Butterflies can’t fly when they are wet Xavier,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Then I’ll be a butterfly too…And I’ll stay right here with you.”

She looks at me incredulously. “You're going to be my butterfly?”

“I would be anything for you Corrine.”

She looks over my shoulder at a dimly lit shop a few stores down and bites her lip.

“Prove it.” She says before yanking me by the arm.

I’m yanked back to reality by Corrine asking me if I’m okay. She has a worried look on her face as she stares up at me.

“Don’t do that,” I growl.

“What?” she asks.

“Don’t pity me, Corrine,” I say before nipping her bottom lip. “Just let me get lost in you for one day.”

“Okay,” she says before crashing her mouth against mine. We stand there in the rain making out for who knows how long before a cab beeps its horn, causing us to pull apart.

“You guys need a ride?” he calls out through the window.

I look down at our sopping clothes and back up at him but he just laughs. “Get in, I have towels on the seats.”

We both jump in the cab quickly and spend the next ten minutes listening to the driver tell us his whole life story. I’m not paying any attention. I’m too busy trying hard not to slide my hand, which is currently on her knee, up further. I’m so lost in thought, that I don’t notice we have pulled up to my place until Corrine nudges my arm.

I hand a few bills to the driver and pull Corrine out of the cab, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. We make it to the elevator and I push her against the side as the doors close, kissing up her neck. She moans in my ear and my dick grows in my pants. The doors open and she shoves me out of them, my back hitting the hallway wall. Her body pushes against mine, rubbing against me. I grab her under her ass and pick her up, pushing her against my door before unlocking it and kicking it closed behind me. I slam her onto the kitchen counter and she falls back onto her elbows causing a glass to shatter on the floor. I laugh in my drunken haze and she giggles too.

I’ll worry about that mess later. I drag her ass down towards the end of the counter and her hand flies out to catch herself. She accidentally hits the on button on the remote, and the lights dim so low that I can barely see her silhouette while the surround sound turns on. ‘The Summoning’ by Sleep Token starts playing.

“Oh, I love this song,” she says.

“I love this pretty little pussy,” I respond as I stick my face between her legs and blow hot breath over her pants.

“You don’t even remember it,” she says breathlessly.

“We are about to get reacquainted,” I growl out before sliding her leggings down and dropping them on the floor. I spread her legs wide and run my finger down her slit. I might not see it entirely, but I can feel how wet she is.

“You're fucking soaked for me Butterfly.”

Her legs stiffen and I’m too drunk to process why I just called her that. It feels right though. I kiss her inner thigh and run my tongue down one side before she relaxes. Then I slip my fingers into her wet pussy. They glide in easily and I can feel her clamp down.

“So fucking tight,” I whisper before leaning down and finally having a taste. She whimpers and I about lose it. My dick is about to break free from my pants. I unzip them one-handed and pull it out, stroking my shaft leisurely while I lick and suck her clit and slowly move my other fingers in and out of her little hole. She bucks and grinds her pussy against my face. Letting go of my dick, I grab her thigh spreading her as wide as I can, and curl my finger up to hit her g spot, rubbing back and forth. She cries out while I latch onto her clit and flick my tongue back and forth.

“Fuck, fuck, Xavier, I’m coming!” she screams before her body shatters and she comes all over my fingers and face. I continue licking until she’s pushing my head away, breathlessly saying something about being too sensitive. I don't give her a chance to recover before I drag her off the counter and into my arms. I carry her to my bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed before gripping her chin in my hand and kissing her hard. Her tongue matches mine stroke for stroke. She stops the kiss long enough to slide from the bed and onto her knees in front of me.

“You're going to let me touch you, Xavier,” she says while she pushes my pants and boxer briefs down and lifts each leg for me to step out of.

“You're going to let me make you feel good and you're going to like it.”

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