Page 77 of Undeniably Corrupt
She makes a high-pitched keening noise, and I hear her pulling against the tie. Probably because I’m not being gentle. Her pleasure is my ultimate game, the thing that gets me off the most if we’re being honest. But I like controlling it. I like owning it. I like using it and playing with it in ways she never imagined it could go.
I suck on her pussy, creating a wave-like motion with my mouth, and her legs fly up and clamp around my head. Hmm. I pull back and reassess. Liora isn’t all that tall, and even though I’d enjoy it, I don’t think she’s ready for rope. Shame.
Flattening my palms on her inner thighs so I can hold her open, I go back in, eating her sweet cunt with abandon. I lick and ring and flick at her clit, keeping one hand in place and using my right hand to fuck three fingers into her.
She’s so tight and dripping everywhere and already so close it drives me fucking wild. Just before she reaches her climax, I draw back, lightening the pressure and pulling my fingers away from her front wall.
“Ah! Why’d you stop? I was there.”
I grin against her pussy. “I know. That’s why I stopped.”
Because part of me wants to punish her. Just a little. Just enough for making me this way.
She starts to protest, calling me an asshole and a few other choice words that have me smiling. I blow cool air on her clit, and she jerks back, her back arching, her pussy already growing sensitive. With the tip of my tongue, I roll her clit, using the pad of my finger with it. I go slow, savoring her moans as I build her back up.
It doesn’t take long until she’s a writhing, begging mess, and even though I’d like nothing more than to edge her all night, Islide my fingers back into her and fuck her while I suck and lick her clit.
“Tell me how badly you need it,” I growl, increasing the pace of my fingers and using my lips to play with her clit so I can watch her face. Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting her lip, but she’s lost to it.
“So bad. Please. I’m right there. Fuck,” she cries before it grows to a scream as I fuck her front wall and eat her pussy until she starts to come. “Ah. Oh my god. Oh my god!” She’s thrashing and yanking at the tie while her legs crush me, equally trying to hold me in and push me back.
The moment she’s done, I sit back and gaze down at her as I run my finger in a tight circle on her clit. Her pupils are blown out and her tits are as flushed as her cheeks. God, I fucking love how responsive she is.
“I plan to fuck you harder than I just did. Should I gag you?”
Her eyes round. “Gag me?”
“I don’t want you to wake up Hazel.”
Her head tilts against the pillow. “You’re worried about waking my daughter?”
I smirk at her dumbfounded expression. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes. But...” She shakes her head and wheezes out a half-laugh. “Wow. I was joking.” Her eyes hold mine, searching. “But you’re not. You’re serious. You’d gag me. Wow,” she repeats. “We’re not in Kansas anymore, are we?”
I don’t reply because there’s nothing to say. It was rhetorical anyway. She can see that a lot about me has changed in the last ten years. I have a whole drawer of stuff in my closet I’d like to use on her.
“You know what? I’ll behave. No gag needed this time.”
“Good. I like hearing you.”
I drop my weight onto her and kiss her, framing her face in my hands. She can taste herself on me, and she moans andthen groans as she yanks at the tie, frustrated that she can’t use her hands. Smiling against her lips, I lick the seam of them before I travel down her neck to her tits. I take one tight nipple into my mouth and suck on it while I use my other hand to cup and lift her breast.
I can’t get enough of the way her skin tastes, and I suck harder on her tits, creating marks I want to see as I fuck her. My jeans are still a little damp from the weather, and they take me a minute to work off. I don’t mind it, though. It allows me to lick and taste and touch as much of her as I can. Listening to her sounds and noting the way she moves as I do.
Finally I get my jeans and boxer briefs off, and then I’m back above her, hovering by her entrance.
“Are you ready for me, pretty girl?”
“Condom?” she asks, and I shake my head. I don’t want one with her. Maybe that’s stupid and wrong of me, but I have to feel her without anything between us.
“You don’t need one from me, and I want to feel you and nothing else. Do I need one for you?”
“Um. Well, no. Technically you don’t.” She studies me. “This is just sex, right? Just getting each other out of our systems?”
My eyes are right above hers. “When has anything between us ever beenjust? We’ve neverjusthad sex, and there’s nojustgetting each other out of our systems. And I think we both know it.”
With that, I thrust into her and nearly blow my fucking load right here and now becausefuuuuck,does this woman feel good. And fuck, is she tight. I’ve never gone without a condom before, not even when we were kids together, and feeling Liora like this is so much more than I ever expected. I stay still for a moment, savoring the connection, the rightness of it despite everything.
