Page 12 of Corrupt Idol

She bit him, but before she could split his lip, he gripped her jaw, forcing her to release him.

“Bad girl. If you’re hungry, I’ll give you something to eat.”

He slid out of her and crawled up her body. She panicked as his heavy thighs pinned her arms and he settled on her chest. He stroked himself over her mouth, which was forced open by his hand squeezing her cheeks. She spewed hate from her eyes. He didn’t seem bothered. It actually seemed to arouse him even more. His fist pumped and she heard him groan a moment before warm cum splattered her mouth and face.

“Fuck yes.”

Her limbs jerked as she fought with all her might, but it was no use. He was like a boulder sitting on top of her. She was helpless and at his mercy. When he released her jaw, her mouth closed, forcing her to swallow.

“This brings back memories.”

“You’re a sick fucker.”

He rubbed some material over her face to wipe away the last of him. She bared her teeth.

“Will you stop ruining my clothes?”

His teeth gleamed as he stretched out on top of her and tucked his head beneath her chin. “It feels good to be home.”

“Get off me!”

His hand moved down her body and slipped into her. “I almost forgot.”

“Don’t!”

“If you hadn’t pushed me, we both would have got off at the same time,” he chided.

“I don’t want this!”

“You do.”

She fought him, but she fought herself harder. She didn’t want to give him this. He didn’t deserve it. He was watching her, calculating every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. At first, she tried to play dead, but she couldn’t when he was playing her like an instrument. Then, she got physical. She fought with every ounce of strength she had. He rose to the challenge and was hard enough to slip inside her again.

“Why fight this?” he murmured.

“I have to!”

“Why?”

“This is wrong!”

He applied pressure on her G spot and she moaned.

“Does this feel wrong?”

“Please, please stop,” she pleaded.

When he pumped his hips, she let out a choked cry. He fucked her until she fell into a climax that forced her mouth to open and close like a fish out of water. Her vision flashed white as she came down from the excruciating high.

“That’s my girl. Give into me,” he praised.

Tears seeped out of her eyes as he continued to fuck her, reviving their dirty past before he came again, planting himself deep and holding himself there. His eyelids were heavy and his breathing ragged as he slumped over her. His hand stroked over her hair as he whispered, “No one compares to you.”

Three

“Get up, Vi.”

She opened her eyes. She was on her side curled into a ball without a stitch of clothing on. Sunlight streamed through the blinds and Jesse stood beside the bed dressed in jeans and a tee. She sat up and reached for the comforter, only to find that it had been tossed on the floor. She hugged a pillow to her chest and glared at him as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. She had a vague recollection on being spoon fucked at some unholy hour this morning.

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