Page 68 of Corrupt Idol

“Here,” she said.

Some madness came over her. She reached for his dick and pumped her hand down the soft shaft before she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

“Holy fuck, Violet.”

He sounded stunned and rightfully so. This was the first time she had ever reached for him. She was desperate for what he could provide—temporary oblivion and pleasure. This was wrong, but right now she didn’t fucking care. In the darkness, there was no one to witness this coupling.

His fingers stroked her hair as she suckled. She knew exactly what he wanted. He had taught her long ago. As she worked him, the warm breeze caressed her naked skin. Every wave that rolled in buried her thighs in soft, wet sand. She felt daring, defiant, and proudly brazen. Feeling him tremble from her touch made her feel powerful instead of weak and helpless.

“Fuck.”

Jesse jerked away and cupped her face as he leaned down and kissed her hard. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

“I can—”

“Tell me what you need,” he said in a voice rough with desire.

She positioned herself on her hands and knees, breasts smashed against the wet sand with her ass in the air. He needed no further urging. He knelt behind her and sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. She grabbed handfuls of sand as he planted himself deep.

“Violet, I—”

“Just do it,” she ordered.

He didn’t argue. He fucked her raw. Her scream was masked by the waves and when he came, he sent her sprawling. Her cheek was pressed to the sand as he rested over her quivering.

“Violet,” he moaned.

“Shh.”

She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to suspend reality for as long as possible. He straightened and carried her back into the water to clean the sand and himself from her before they picked up their piles of clothes and headed to the lounger where she had dropped her slippers. She was surprised when he pushed her down on the lounger and knelt between her shaking thighs. He was gentle as his tongue slid over her, tending to her swollen flesh. She stared up at the stars as she gave herself over to the moment and climaxed with her hand clenched in his hair.

He straightened and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on him. She gripped his neck to prolong the kiss. When the kiss ended, he hovered over her, searching her face.

“Better?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Let’s go,” he said.

He dressed and had to help her because she hadn’t recovered her faculties. When she stood, he picked her up in a fireman’s carry. She was too tired to complain. When he walked into the air-conditioned room, she tensed. He made his way to the bathroom and set her down in the shower. She slumped against the wall and waited for him to leave. He didn’t. Her eyes flared as he stepped in with her and slipped off his shorts and reached for her dress.

“What the hell are you doing?” she quietly shrieked.

“The door’s closed between the rooms,” he said.

“Why would they do that?” she asked, so distracted by this detail that he managed to pull her dress off before she could stop him.

“My guess is she’s having a rough night and doesn’t want to disturb us.”

“Maybe I should—”

“Bathe,” he said and turned on the shower, making her sputter.

He boxed her into the corner and kissed her silly. She punched him in the stomach, which made no impact on him. When he finally pulled away, she had to blink a couple times because her head was spinning.

“Thank you,” he said before he began to soap her up.

Not another word was said between them as he bathed her. She left the shower before him and did her night routine in record time before she crept into the room and spotted the closed door. Hastily, she dressed in the dark before she slipped in bed and pulled the covers up to her chin like a child.

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