Page 78 of Corrupt Idol

She couldn’t resist his forlorn plea. She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked so his head tipped up. She planted her lips on his and sank deep. Lust sank it’s claws across her belly. She answered the call. The same madness that came over her on the beach welled up inside of her again. She didn’t care about right or wrong. All she cared about was forgetting.

She kept her mouth on his as she shifted back so she could reach down and grip him through his silky basketball shorts. He made a wheezing sound and gripped her hip as she stroked. She wanted to make him feel good, to make him forget what they had lost and was still trickling through their fingers. His mouth hardened beneath hers. She shifted back on his iron thighs to pull him out of his shorts.

“Violet,” he panted.

She slipped off his lap to whip her shirt over her head and shuck her jeans. He pumped his hand on his cock as he watched her. When she was naked, she straddled him and held him still as she slid down to take him.

Veins stood out on his neck as he gritted, “You’re killing me.”

The stretch of being invaded is just what she needed. She was barely wet enough to take him, so she rocked until he was balls deep in her. She needed this more than she needed to eat, more than she needed to breathe. This would make everything better and chase away her doubts and fear. Nothing mattered but this.

She clutched the back of the couch as she moved on him. She rode him the way she had always wanted to. Greedy, forceful, rough—the way she couldn’t be with other men. He was her willing slave. The way he watched her urged her on.

“Take me,” he groaned and dropped his head back and swore. “Who the fuck taught you that?”

“You,” she panted in his ear and nipped.

He gripped her hair and twisted to keep her still for biting kisses. “Love me.”

She gasped as she hit the right spot. “Fuck yeah.”

He began to move with her, thrusting up when she bore down. “You want me, Violet?”

She moved faster, plastering her bare chest against his shirt as she raced to the finish line. “Give me what I need!”

“Ask nicely.”

“Fuck you! You owe me!”

“I’ll give you whatever you want if you tell me what I want to hear.”

She glared at him. “Never.”

He smiled and slammed up, nearly unseating her. “We’ll see about that.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

Her father’s voice cut through her lust as effectively as someone dumping a bucket of ice water over her. Both of them froze. All of that beautiful lust vanished in a nanosecond. This had to be a nightmare. Her father couldn’t be here while Jesse was inside her. She stared at Jesse whose gaze was fixed over her shoulder. He had a strange look on his face. Her mind was blank with horror. She was completely naked and impaled by Jesse. She couldn’t move without revealing more than she already was. All she could do was sit on his lap and keep her back to her father.

“How long has this been going on?” Dad asked.

She began to shake. Jesse reached for a quilt draped over the back of the couch and swung it around her naked body.

“I asked you two a question.”

Oh, God. She took the coward’s way out and buried her face on Jesse’s shoulder. He kissed her temple and shifted her as he sat upright. He didn’t seem perturbed that their dad just caught them mid-fuck and how was he still hard inside of her?

“We’ve been doing this since we were in high school,” Jesse said.

She jerked and would have raised her head, but the grip on her nape kept her face in the hollow of his throat. What the hell was hedoing? He was telling the truth? Her father would kill him!

“High school.”

Her father’s flat tone made her shudder.

“Yes, sir,” Jesse said.

“Why did you hide it?”

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