Page 81 of Undeniably Corrupt
“Then hold on, baby. I don’t have a lot of time to work with.”
I feel his cock at my entrance, heavy and pressing, with the metal playing with the sensitive skin there. I haven’t gotten to explore that either. All his new metal.
He doesn’t push in, just teases me a bit as he continues to kiss me. I grind down on him, wanting to feel him inside me again, and that stupid, delicious smile is back on his lips.
“Anxious for me, my little angel?”
Yes. “No. Just wanting to get it over with.”
He chuckles. “Liar.” With that, he thrusts straight into me, and my head falls back against the wall, and my eyes close. Because holy damn, that feels so good. He hasn’t even moved yet, and already having sex with Vander is better than any sex I’ve had in the years between him. It’s an unfortunate hell.
His lips and tongue and teeth nip and suck on my neck, but for the longest moment, he’s just inside of me, not moving but feeling me from the inside out. His breathing is so heavy, and his body is shaking with the effort of it.
“Like nothing else,” he murmurs. “Being inside you is like nothing else.”
He slides almost all the way out and plunges back in, deep and rough, using the power of his hips and thighs to give meevery inch of him. All I can do is hold on. Same as last night, I’m once again at his mercy. Taking what he gives me and not caring if that makes me his. It’s just for now. Just during this.
With his hands on my ass, he starts to fuck me. And where last night he fucked me so hard I thought he was going to split me in half, this is different. It’s slower and deeper, closer somehow, and with that, it’s more intimate. I feel his eyes on me, watching me in between kisses, but I’m afraid to look at him. Afraid of what that will do to me.
My thighs tremble as I hug his hips. I’m barely hanging on, and I throw my body forward, hugging him tighter to me so I can grind against him as he pistons up. It puts my face in his neck, and I breathe in the scent of him, sucking and biting on his hot skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good. That’s it. Moan for me. Just like that. Show me how good my cock feels when I fuck you.”
“Oh. Yes. Please, more.”
He shifts me and yanks my hair back until my face is inches in front of his. “Touch yourself and look at me.”
Holy shit. Holy freaking shit.
“Do it, Angel. Touch yourself until you come all over me.”
His hand goes back to my ass and he shifts me again, creating a V between us, and with my legs around his waist and this new angle, and the way he’s fucking up into my front wall, and the steam of the shower swirling all around us, it’s almost too much.
My hand glides down my chest, toying with and touching my breasts, pulling on my nipples, and riding him as much as I can. But I can’t hold off. I’m too turned on. Too close to the edge of coming. And I want him to see me like this. Like a woman who isn’t afraid of anything. Including him. I want him to watch me touch myself, knowing he’s desperate to do it himself.
With my eyes on his, I start rubbing my pulsing clit, circling it and then narrowing to the center.
It’s incendiary. And those moans he was after, I give him, unable to stop the sounds I’m making.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Fuck, you’re so hot. So fucking sexy, I can hardly stand it. I’m gonna fuck you till you come. Till I make you scream.”
He moves the fingers of one hand lower and then pushes them inside me along with his cock. Then another into my ass. “Holy shit! Oh my god!”
It’s so tight and I’m so full and the stretch of it…
“Surrender to me, Angel. You can take it. Such a good little angel for me.”
It’s so much. Too much. But I don’t want to stop it. Not for a second. I grind down on him, wanting his fingers and cock deeper, harder. I want all of him. My fingers pick up speed, my nails on my other hand digging into his shoulder.
His movements grow jerky, his thighs shaking, and I know he’s going to come. He’s going to come so hard inside of me, and the thought of it shoots me straight over the edge into an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had.
Especially when he tenses, his grip becomes bruising, and he grunts and growls and curses as he comes. My eyes flash open and our eyes lock, and seeing him like this, seeing how hard he’s coming because of me, has me shaking and shuddering and clenching around him even harder.
For the longest time he holds me. Even after his fingers gently slip out of me, his cock hasn’t moved. We’re hugging and breathing together, and I don’t have it in me to stop it. Same as last night. No one has held me in so long, and it’s not just anyone doing it. It’s him. It’s Vander. My first everything.
He sets me down on my feet, making sure I’m steady before he leads me under the sprays. Wordlessly, he grabs his shampoo bottle and starts to wash my hair.
“Vander—”
