Page 63 of Corrupted Guilt

But she doesn’t. She tries to throw me off her, like I don’t outweigh her by a ton. “Make me!”

So, this is her game.

She arches up, I dip down, our lips are locked and I’m kissing a struggling, angry wasp of a Katya into submission.

She tastes like victory.

I start to say something, but she snaps, “Shut up, Yuri. Just shut the hell up,” and she arches her body up to mine, and kisses me hard.

She tries to flip us, but I pin her to the floor with my hips, not letting her go. She’s furious underneath me, her nails scratch my back, and her hands pull down my pants as I help, rolling my hips into hers, my cock pressing against her warm entrance.

I rip her pants off with a loud tear as the seam comes apart. She tugs at my pants harder, her nails in my ass, pulling me towards her.

We’re fighting for control and though I’m winning by shear force and physics, she’s putting up an impressive fight on pure hatred and frustration.

She looks up at me with that wounded panther look to her and spits at me, “If you don’t love me, then at least fuck me like you hate me.”

29. Katya

I was all done thinking about the big dumb ox, done with thinking in general. I just wanted tofeelsomething. Feel him in me, on me, and shut my brain off for once.

Still, the ‘fuck me like you hate me’ made him pause, then start again, angrier than ever. I don’t care what that means, I lie to myself.

I place my legs behind his knees, pulling him in closer, our bodies fitting as closely together as possible and I look at him, waiting.

There’s the barest trace of a grin on it, like he’s going to make me wait for this. He’s going to tease me until I need him, until I beg him, until I’m the weak one again.

Fuck that.

I’m going to wipe that grin off his face this time.

I put both hands on his chest, both to the left, and hook his leg with my right, and somehow judo/foreplay him to the side, his weight falling left, my body rising right until I’m on top of him. I’m staring down at him, with the barest of grins as I grab his cock and guide him inside me.

I’m a mess of emotions but I don’t care.

This feels right.

This is what I needed— catharsis— and release for everything, not just sexual release. I swear if he tries to flip me and dominate me again, I’ll slap him in the face.

The frenzy rises between us, rocking together, I lean back wanting more of him in me, “More,” I tell him and his hands on my hips rolls them towards his cock, pushing inside me another delicious inch.

“Wait,” he says and I slap him in the face, his head turns right at the blow and I sink deeper to kiss him, not in apology, not from fear, but just to soothe his inevitable anger, then I wiggle down on his cock another inch. God, he feels so good.

We’re both just on animal instinct now, I can’t get past how good he feels as I rock back and forth on his hips. I can’t stop myself from burying my face in his neck and sinking my teeth into the soft skin there.

He moans and flinches, his hands pull my hips further down on his cock, another inch at least and I keep sliding up and down it, biting into him with every thrust.

He’ll be wearing my marks on his skin for days, I think to myself, rocking harder into him. My pussy flutters around his cock as his thrusts up and his breathing gets more and more urgent.

I keep fucking him as I start to fall apart, moaning loudly as I orgasm on him, clamping his cock inside me as my body quivers and feeling him spurt and release up into me, his body stiffening until I collapse onto him, sweaty and breathing heavily on his floor, near his bed.

I fall asleep somehow, satisfied with the physical and emotional release I just had but wakeup still on the floor, and when I reach out for a warm, naked body, it’s not there.

I try to get my bearings really quick. The room smells like sex and I’m sticky with sweat and between my thighs with Yuri.

I hear the sink running and Yuri talking on his phone, muffled, agitated.

His warm spot is next to me, even if he isn’t. he must have just got up and that woke me.

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