Page 97 of Corrupted Pleasure
Her body ground against the sheets, and it was erotic as fuck. She wanted to get off, but there’d be none of that. Only I would get her off. Not her toys, not her hands, not my fucking sheets.
I lifted my hand and put a bit more force behind my next spank on her ass.
Smack.
Her scream vibrated against the bedroom walls. “Count,” I ordered.
“One.” Her voice was too throaty. I fucking liked it.
I repeated it again, my greedy wife pushing her ass into my hands.
“Fuck,” she groaned, the scent of her arousal all around me. I chuckled darkly, but before I got to correct her, she rasped, “Two.”
I traced my fingers down the crack of her ass, and all the way down between her legs. Pushing my fingers between her thighs, her arousal drenched my fingers. This woman was an addiction I never saw coming. From her first words to me, she had slowly and continuously flowed into my bloodstream and now was part of it.
Another smack on her plump ass. Goddamn it, I wanted to bite that ass.
“Three,” she breathed.
Smack.
“Four.” A needy sound slipped from her mouth. And then as if she couldn’t hold off anymore, she glanced over her shoulders, her eyes hazy with lust.
“Please, Liam. I need you,” she begged. I was hard as steel and couldn’t wait to bury myself in her. Her thighs clenched, as she attempted to rub her legs together and a frustrated whimper slipped through her lips at being constricted.
A low, possessive growl escaped me as I pushed two fingers through her clenching thighs and deep into her entrance. She trembled, her body pushing against me.
“You’ll scream my name,” I rasped as I wedged my fingers deeper into her, hitting her sweet spot.
Her moans and whimpers were an aphrodisiac to my ears. I wanted so much from her. Her everything. My other hand curled around her slim throat.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, pushing her ass against me. “Liam, please. Give it to me.”
I begrudgingly released her throat and slapped her ass. “I say when you get it.”
She whimpered. “O-okay.”
Her insides clenched around my fingers, and fuck it, I wanted to feel her pussy squeeze my cock. Her juices coated my fingers and dripped down her thighs. I curled my fingers inside her pussy, exploring and stroking her swollen fresh.
Her moans increased in volume, her walls clenching around my fingers and her body rocking against me. She was on the verge of climaxing, her slickness trickling down my fingers. She continued pushing against them, grinding against them.
“So fucking beautiful,” I praised, then spanked her ass again.
“Fuck,” she cried out. “Please.”
Her ass was red. She squirmed under my touch. I kneaded her butt cheeks, then as if I couldn’t stay away from her pussy, my hands gripped low on her ass. My fingers slid down to her clit, teasing her and then smearing her wetness around her asshole.
“Has anyone fucked you here?” I asked her, pushing one finger into her ass. She writhed against the sheets, her pleas muffled. Her body begging for me.
“N-no,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. She was so delicate to my roughness, it had the hairs at the back of my neck standing on end. A good man wouldn’t corrupt her, but I never claimed to be a good man.
“My ass,” I grunted, pulling my finger out and smacking her ass one last time. I didn't have enough control to take it slow today. In one swift move, I loosened the belt and spread her thighs wide open, her juices dripping down her inner thigh. “Say it’s my ass.”
“Yours,” she panted, her wrists still locked at the small of her back. My hand grabbed her nape as I thrust into her tight pussy in one ruthless move.
Fuck.
Her scream shattered the air. “Liam.”
