Page 44 of Corrupt Idol

“Tell me you want me.”

His voice came from a long way off. She didn’t focus on it. She was almost there… He gripped her face and gave it a sharp shake.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

It took considerable effort to obey his dictate when her body was ready for take-off. When she focused on him, his grip gentled and he stroked her cheek.

“Tell me, Violet.”

“What?” She sent her hand down her body to finish the job, but he captured it and twined their fingers together.

“No touching yourself. That’s my job.”

“You’re not doing it!” she spat.

He gave her a pained grin. “Frustrated, Vi?”

“I hate you!”

He kissed the corner of her mouth. “You need to stop saying that.”

“You need to stop torturing me,” she panted and lifted her leg to change the way he was fucking her. “Uh,yes.”

“You know it isn’t like this with anyone else.” His breath hitched as she moved on him. He gripped her waist to stop her, but then he groaned and buried his face in her hair. “Fuck me. This is how it’s supposed to be between us.”

When he increased the tempo, tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes.

He glared at her with stormy eyes. “You feel that, Vi? This is bliss. There’s nothing else like it on the planet. No one comes close for either of us. Admit it.”

Her head thrashed as the crescendo built.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

She let out an enraged bellow and threw herself at him. The only reason she got him on his back was because he wasn’t expecting it. He clamped his hands on her to stop her from getting away, but that wasn’t her goal. She straddled him and braced her hands on his chest. She tipped her head back and mindlessly rode him for her own pleasure. She was too lost to care what she looked like with her hair loose, mouth open as she gasped and moaned. When lightning struck, she screamed. He yanked her down and covered her mouth with his. His hands on her ass spread her wide as he began to thrust. When her second orgasm hit, she pounded her fist into the mattress while he let out a loud, guttural groan and said her name.

She slumped over him in a state of satiated shock. It had never been this good. Even as the thought crossed her mind, she shook her head.

“Okay?” he murmured.

As she shifted, his hands smoothed down her back.

“Wait.”

“We need to get going.”

He kissed her neck. “We’re close to home. We have time,” he said in a lazy voice.

His hand sifted through her hair, reminding her of the times he had braided it or played with it while they watched TV. Her eyes stung as the past and present clashed. She missed this part of him. The gentle, affectionate Jesse who made her feel loved and protected. It had been so long since someone touched her like this. She didn’t allow anyone close enough to coddle her. Even as she longed for her innocent past, she was aware of his dick still throbbing inside her and the smell of sex permeating the air. There was no going back.

“What’s wrong?” he rumbled.

“Everything,” she whispered.

She grunted as he rolled her beneath him. He braced himself over her and smoothed her tangled hair back from her face.

“Don’t cry,” he ordered roughly as he kissed away her tears.

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