Page 33 of Corrupt Idol

“What doing?” she huffed and batted at him.

He rubbed her belly with a calloused hand. She smiled and lazily kicked her feet, which dangled over the side of the bed.

“Feel good?” he murmured.

“Umm hmm.”

“I’ll make you feel even better.”

He brushed sweet kisses over her face. She didn’t fight. She lay there with her arms spread wide as he soothed her with comforting strokes over her bare skin. She felt a whoosh of air as he sank to his knees beside the bed and pulled on her heavy body until her butt rested on the edge. He kissed her knees before he parted them.

“Tickles,” she mumbled.

When he did it again, her toes bumped against his abs. What happened to his clothes? He braced her feet on his stomach and massaged her calves, kneading the tense muscles. She moaned. Ooh, that felt nice. His lips brushed over her inner thighs and her toes curled.

“Who am I?”

His voice seemed to bounce off the walls. She jolted.

“Why are you yelling?”

“I’m not yelling. I need to know you’re with me, Vi. Who am I?”

“Fucking boogieman,” she said as she plucked at the quilt beneath her.

“What?”

“Mr. Perfect. No one knows the real you.”

He rose over her and planted his hands on either side of her head. The streetlights coming in through the blinds gave him strange orange stripes. He looked evil, dark, otherworldly.

“Hunter,” she said and placed a hand on his bare chest.

He gripped her chin. “My name, Vi.” When she stared at him, he pressed a kiss to her parted lips. “Foolish girl. Drinking leaves you defenseless.” His finger traced her jaw and then the line of her throat. “You should take better care.”

He nibbled on her lips while his hands shaped her body. He pressed his groin against hers and let out a soft groan.

“I jerked off with the underwear you left in the bathroom last night. I didn’t want to do that tonight and you gave me the perfect opening.”

His next kiss was so deep, he stole her breath. She clutched at him as he ground himself against her. When she arched, he broke the kiss.

“I’m gonna cum on your fucking leg,” he hissed as he gripped her hair and pulled. “Say my fucking name.”

“Jesse.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. “Yes. Jesse. That’s the only name that should be on your lips.”

His hand played with the waistband of her underwear before slipping beneath. Thick fingers parted her folds and then slipped inside her. She closed her eyes and hummed as she enjoyed the fire heating her blood.

“Beautiful,” he breathed as he kissed her collarbone. “You were made for me.”

His weight and heat disappeared. Her eyelids fluttered as firm hands folded her legs up and pinned her knees to her chest. This position wasn’t as comfortable as her being splayed on the bed. She was trying to gain the energy to move when she felt something move through her folds. It took less than five seconds for her to be okay with her legs being pressed to her abdomen. Nothing mattered except that tongue dancing over her. Her blood fizzled in her veins. As pleasure built, her hands moved restlessly over the covers, herself, and then found anchor by gripping handfuls of sweat soaked hair. Her breath hitched as that talented mouth worked her into a frenzy. She trembled like a plucked string.

“Jesse.”

The mouth disappeared. Before she could cry out in disappointment, a large body covered hers. A thick penis intruded, stretching her unbearably. She grunted and a mouth covered hers as he began to thrust, fucking her on the edge of the bed where it was firmer so he could go deeper. His strange, uneven rhythm ripped through her and she screamed into his mouth. He gave her his groan as he shoved deep and came.

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