Page 38 of Undeniably Corrupt
“Oh, god,” she moans softly and rocks into my lips. It makes me smile. My little angel used to be so timid and shy with this. Always with the lights off, and she’d squirm and be self-conscious until I forced it into submission. Not anymore. Now she’s bold and unapologetic about it.
I slip one leg out of her panties and set her thigh over my shoulder while I press her back against the wall to open her up more to me. I want all of her.
“We’re going to be late. You should hurry.”
I look up at her as I flick her clit with my tongue. “Is that what you really want? For me to hurry?”
She bites into her lip, and it’s not even an attempt to be sexy or seductive. She doesn’t know what this is any more than I do, and her brain is firing with it.
I work my tongue against her clit with precision, remembering what she liked when we were teenagers fumbling in the back of my car or on the forgotten mattresses in an old, abandoned store. She’s different now—we both are—but somethings remain the same. The way her breath catches when I hit a particular spot. The slight tremble in her thighs when she’s getting close.
I pull my fingers out and use the wet digits to slap her clit, watching as it pulses.
“Fuck.” Her hand in my hair rips. “What the hell is that?”
I do it again, watching her face. She wants to hate it. She wants to be angry about it. She likely finds it demeaning or degrading. But she likes it too. A little bit of pain that has me wondering if she could take more. If she’d like being trussed up in rope and edged until she cried.
Fuck is right.
I smack her clit again, harder this time. Hard enough to make her cry out, and when it’s extra sensitive and pulsing with blood, I suck it between my lips.
“Holy fuck!”
“I promised you stars.”
I slide my finger back inside her, feeling her tight heat, her dripping wetness. She gasps, herfuck youfacade cracking ever so slightly as I add a second finger. I curl them forward, searching for that spot that will make her lose her mind.
“Vander,” she whispers, and hearing my name on her lips like this after all this time sends a surge of desire through me so intense it’s painful. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve her saying my name like that, not after what I did. But I want it.
It fuels rather than dampens my desire, making me work harder to please her, as if this one act could somehow balance the scales between us.
Her hips fuck harder against my face, seeking more pressure, more friction. I give it to her by adding a third finger and stretching her slightly, loving how her body responds. My other hand grips her thigh, holding her steady as her balance begins to waver. All the while my lips and mouth and even teeth feaston her. I make out with her pussy, getting myself nice and messy in her.
My tongue is everywhere, in her pussy along with my fingers and all over her clit, swirling and pressing and massaging. I work her faster, my fingers thrusting in rhythm with my tongue. Her breathing becomes erratic, her grip on my hair tightening to the point of pain. My scruffy chin chafes her sensitive skin, and I can’t stop myself from biting her inner thigh.
“Ah! Ow.” She smacks my head. “Asshole, that hurt.”
I bet it did. My teeth marks are there, and fuck, do they make my pulse skyrocket and my cock drip in my briefs. I could come in my pants from this easier than I’ve ever come before. I hum against her, the vibration making her gasp. My fingers pound into her, and I find myself staring up at her, watching her face, getting lost in her pleasure as my tongue toys with her clit. Christ, has a woman ever owned me the way she does? I can’t even deny it.
She’s fucking exquisite.
I pinch her clit and tap it in time with my plunging fingers. She’s lost. Her eyes are closed, her chest is heaving, and her cheeks are red. I bet her tits are too, and I’d fucking kill to see them right now. To taste them too.
“Come on, Angel. Use me. Force me deeper. Tell me to give it to you harder. Punish me by making me take it.”
“Ah. Oh god. Yes. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Lick me just like that.”
“You’re not leaving here until I have your cum in my mouth.”
“Jesus, Vander,” she pants.
“I’m going to be hard all through my meeting with the taste of your cunt on my lips. It’ll be torture not jerking off tonight.”
She smiles, and her eyes flash open. “I hope it hurts.”
I grin. “Me too. Pain doesn’t scare me. It turns me on.”
I slap her pussy one last time before I cover it completely with my mouth and suck and lick her like the world is burning down around us. Her body tenses, her thighs clamp around my head, and she pulses against my tongue and fingers. Moans and strangled whimpers hum past her closed lips as she comes into my mouth, rocking and fucking my face. I don’t stop drawing out her pleasure until she pushes my head away, too sensitive to continue.
