Page 24 of Corrupted Sinner

She looked up at me, and there was no more little-girl light dancing in her eyes. Nothing ‘little girl’ at all about the way she was looking at me.

She took a step toward me, closing what distance there’d been between us. All I could smell was that goddamned sweet scent that made me want to sink my teeth into her in ways she wasn’t going to like.

But she kept coming, until her tits pressed up against my ribs and all I could think about was shoving my cock between the full mounds of flesh.

And she kept coming, leaning up on her toes and sliding her hands up my pecs to my shoulders.

My cock throbbed, ready to use all that nimble flesh pressed up against me.

“Don’t.” I forced the word out as she leaned up more.

She cocked an eyebrow at me like she wasn’t buying it for a second.

“This ain’t a good idea, darling. Tornadoes and volcanoes… they’re a bad combination.”

She smiled, not dissuaded in the least. “I want to fuck you, and I know you want to fuck me. I don’t see how that’s a bad combination.” She leaned up more until her lips skimmed just above mine. “And you’ve got to admit; a tornado and a volcano, all tangled up together… that would be one hell of a sight to see.”

My fingers itched to grab onto her, to give her exactly what she was asking for, consequences be damned.

She shrugged against me and dropped down to her flat feet. “But okay.” She took a step back.

All that flesh, all that heat, suddenly gone. My cock throbbed so hard, it was painful. Pretty sure it was punishing me.

She turned to go inside.

Maybe it was the way she moved or her scent. Or maybe I’d just finally lost my fucking mind, because I grabbed hold of her and slammed her up against the door, delving for her lips while I shoved a knee between her legs, grinding my thigh against her denim-covered pussy.

Her lips tasted sweet, but her mouth… fuck, her mouth tasted like cinnamon as she parted her lips and I thrust my tongue in. The contrast just about short-circuited my brain.

She moaned as I worked my thigh against her cunt. The sound was breathy and quiet, but it vibrated down the length of my cock.

Instead of wrapping her arms around my neck like pretty, little things liked to do, she slid her hands lower, around my hips, digging her fingers in and pulling hard, trying to get me closer.

What happens in the morning, dumbass? What happens when the crazy girl ain’t down with your breakfast policy?

I broke the kiss. Couldn’t quite convince my thigh to move, though.

“This is a bad idea, darling.”

“They’re my favorite kind of ideas,” she said, slipping her fingers between us, going for my belt. The girl looked ready to fuck right here on the motel steps.

I took hold of her chin and turned her face up until our eyes met.

“This ain’t happening again after tonight,” I said, watching her, making sure the words hit home.

She laughed. “You think I make a habit of riding the same rollercoasters over and over again?” She shook her head. “Not my style.”

“So, do you want to let me open the door, or would you prefer an audience?” she asked, nodding toward the prospects. She shrugged. “Your call,” she said, then turned her attention back to my belt.

Well, hell; right here, right now sounded pretty damn good. The prospects certainly hadn’t earned that show yet, though.

I stepped back; not sure I’d ever felt so cold when the heat of her pussy vanished.

She turned to open the door, but at the same time, her phone started to ring.

“Shit,” she whispered, dropping her forehead against the door.

Frustration rolled off her in waves as she grabbed her phone from her jeans’ pocket and pulled it out.

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