Page 99 of Undeniably Corrupt
“Come on, pretty girl. Don’t get shy on me.”
Her head thrashes, and I slip a finger in beside the toy, pumping it in and out so she feels the extra sensation and I can feel what this is doing to her.
“Oh god. Vander. Fuck!”
I can just barely make out her words, but watching her cunt fucking drip all over my expensive leather as she fucks it has me leaking into my briefs. She’s so turned on. So close. I flip her back over, unable to decide how I want her tonight. So many ways. All the ways. But her face is so pretty, and so are her tits, and I need all of her. As much as I can get. There is no enough.
I spread her legs wide and watch the toy and her pussy and how she’s now leaking into her ass. And with it, I pull my finger from her cunt and slip it in there, pumping slowly, almost gently in comparison to how the toy is rough.
Her face pinches up and she’s gripping the leather, her nails digging in, likely marking it.
And when her orgasm bursts through her a moment later, making her arch off the couch and cling to it at the same time, I come with her, shooting straight into my pants like a fucking kid. It shocks me, and I groan a low curse, my eyes glued to her blindfolded face and heaving tits and clenching pussy as I come, rubbing myself against her leg that’s on my lap for extra friction. I hadn’t even realized I was there or that I could come like this with little to no contact, but yeah. Here we are.
I don’t even care. With her like this, I’ll be hard again in a minute, and now I’ll last longer than…that. I’ll need it for what I have planned. Except it doesn’t stop. It keeps going for her because I haven’t removed the toy or lessened the intensity.
“You chose punishment,” I remind her when she starts to fight it. “That means your pleasure is mine to command.”
I grab her hips and lift her up and onto my lap so I can brush her lips with mine. She straddles me and it pushes the toy in deeper. It also vibrates my wet cock, so there’s that too.
“I love the way you squirm when I tease you.” I start pumping up, using the toy to fuck her. She loses it, biting the gag and ripping at my hair as her face falls to my shoulder, and she shudders and quakes. She’s gone on this, and yep, hard again already. “Do you feel that rush of excitement and fear knowing you’re completely at my mercy?” I whisper in her ear. “This toy only gets turned off when I say so. I want all your orgasms, Angel. All your sweet cum. Nothing makes me hotter than you, baby.”
“Oh! AH!” she cries and grips my shoulders, her nails ripping into my flesh as another orgasm tears through her. It’s just as intense as the first one, and I can already tell she can’t take much more of this. As much as I’d like to keep her going with endless orgasms all night, she’s not quite ready for that yet.
Using the remote, I lower the pressure to a gentle hum, and she sags and sighs, sinking into me, already spent. I shift heraround from side to side as I take off my pants and wet, sticky briefs, smiling to myself that I came that way.
I pull the blindfold from her eyes. “You made me come.”
Her head pops up, her eyes lazy and drugged, her expression curious and surprised. “I did?” she garbles.
“Yep. That’s never happened to me before. My girl is too sexy. But is she ready for more?”
Her eyes widen, but slowly she nods.
“Can I move you?”
Another nod.
“Such a good angel. So perfect.” I suck one of her tits into my mouth. “God, Liora. You really are heaven.” I inhale her skin, loving how she smells like her and me and us. I kiss her over the gag, playing with her lips and running my fingers through her hair. Giving her a minute because she’s still breathing hard after that second orgasm.
When I think she’s ready, I bring her back down to the couch and hike her boneless legs up so I can drizzle some lube straight onto her asshole. A shiver takes over her, and she pushes my shoulder to stop me. I freeze and meet her eyes.
“First time or I don’t like it or I don’t want that tonight?” I ask, suddenly filled with worry that I’ve gone too far too fast without checking with her.
She holds up a finger, indicating the first one. Fuck, do I love that. Still…
“Are you okay with this or do you want me to stop?”
She holds up another finger.
I pull the gag from her mouth and kiss her, tasting her, savoring her. “I’ll go slow and be as gentle as I can be,” I promise against her lips. “I’ll take care of you. But I want all of your firsts to be mine. Tell me yes if you want this too.”
She must hear the desperation in my voice because, to my shock, she whispers, “Yes.”
“Yes?” I question needing to be sure.
I get a soft smile. “All my firsts have always been yours. This one too.”
I kiss her again, holding her face in my hand, suddenly as nervous with her as I was the first time I took her other virginity. As she reminded me, it wasn’t her most enjoyable night, though I did try like hell for it to be.
