Page 99 of Devious Corruption
“Lean back, little warrior.”
I obey him. It doesn’t even occur to me not to. How can I when his voice is deep and sultry, when his eyes devour me the way they are? Slowly, he pulls the zipper down, then shoves my jeans as far down as he can before I have to wiggle from side to side, letting him get them completely off.
He throws them to the floor, kicking them away.
“Open my belt.” He instructs me and positions himself to where I can reach the buckle. “Take it off, all the way.”
I work the supple leather through the metal buckle, then pull it free from his slacks. The leather rubs against the loops, making a zipping sound that sends another rain of sparks through me.
“Good girl.” He takes the belt from me and drops it onto the growing pile of clothes. “Now, open my pants, pull out my cock.”
I swallow hard, check over my shoulder to be sure we’re still alone.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” He taps my cheek with his fingertip.
I find him again. Intense desire burns bright in his eyes. His jaw is tense; his lips are wet. Like he’s been licking them.
“Go on, pull me out.”
I work open his pants. He’s hard and thick and long. I wrap my hand around his shaft, delighting in the soft groan he can’t seem to hold back. When I look back up at him, his head is tilted back, his eyes closed.
I squeeze harder, and the little sound turns into a hungry growl.
Feeling the need to tempt the fates, I slowly stroke his cock.
“Fuck.” His eyes snap to mine. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
I grin. “Are you trying to threaten me? You might want to pick something else.”
He lowers his chin, so he can stare straight into my soul. “My little warrior likes it when I’m rough with her. Spread your legs, wide, put your feet up on the counter.”
I let go of his cock, and we both sigh with our disappointment.
Leaning back on my elbows, I bring my feet to the counter, dropping my knees open for him.
With the tip of one finger, he hooks my panties, pulling them to the side and exposing my sex.
“You’re soaked.” He steps back, bending over at the waist.
I’m on edge, ready to burst at the seams as he brings his mouth to my pussy. He doesn’t touch me, and I want to kill him.
“Do you want me to kiss your pussy?” He questions, running his lips across the inside of my thigh.
“Y-yes…”
“Do you want me to suck your clit?”
I’m going to burst into a million pieces right here in the kitchen. Mrs. Nelson is going to be sweeping up pieces of me for weeks.
“Yes.” I say more firmly.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” I slap my hand onto the countertop, and he chuckles.
It’s a dark sound. I’ve played right into his little game.
“Are you having a temper tantrum? Should we stop, until you can calm down?”
