Page 90 of Corrupted Deception

I penetrated her just a little, then withdrew, dragging my cock up and down her slit from her clit to her ass hole. Again. And again.

She moaned, and her fingers curled. I was pretty sure she was scraping the car’s paintjob with her fingernails—not that I gave a fuck.

“Is there something you want to ask me?” I goaded her.

She had her head tilted to the side. I could see her pressing her lips together until my cock grazed over her clit, and her lips parted on another moan. Once more, and I could feel her body giving in, ready to cave.

I leaned away, leaving her empty, the cool evening air grazing against her wet flesh while I pumped my cock, keeping well away from the sensitive ridge.

Her jaw tightened as her teeth clenched together.

“Please,” she ground out. “Please, fuck me.”

Magic words.

I lined up and drove in. Hard. Deep. She felt like fucking heaven.

She cried out, but instead of tensing up, I could sense the change all along her body as she forced her muscles to relax.

A gentler lover probably would have stayed still, would have politely given her body time to adjust. But I withdrew and slammed back in, so deep my hips hit her ass as I watched her cunt take every inch.

Her cries turned to moans as I fucked her, pressing her into the car so that her clit grinded against the cool metal. I could imagine it heating up and becoming slick beneath her as it helped to drive her closer.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was seconds? Hours? Fuck if I knew. There was only the woman bent over in front of me and her cunt that fit me like a glove.

She got louder. And louder. She was close. Right there.

“Fuck,” she cried. “Oh god, Cielo. Yes,” she screamed.

As her inner walls spasmed around me, I hissed between clenched teeth. It took every ounce of strength I had to fight the tingling at the base of my spine.

I withdrew and spun her around, hoisting her up on the hood and dragging her pants and panties down her legs and off her feet. I was so close, but I wanted to see her, to watch her face while I fucked her.

The temptress smiled and spread her legs wide, sliding her hand down her body and rubbing her clit.

Fucking perfect.

I stepped between her thighs, and she wrapped her other hand around my cock, stroking slow and steady.

“That ladder is magic, charming,” she said, making my cock jerk while my heart skipped a beat. “Now, how about you get back to fucking me with it, would you?” she asked, sliding her fingers from her clit to her slit, spreading herself open for me.

There wasn’t a straight man in the world who would have been able to resist that invitation.

I took her fingers from her cunt and brought them up to my mouth as I lined up my cock and drove in, burying myself deep in her body while I sucked one wet finger into my mouth.

“Get your shirt off,” I told her once I’d licked her finger clean. “I want to see more of you,” I said as I withdrew and thrust back in, making her gasp.

I held still long enough for her to grab the hem of her shirt and yank it off over her head, then she went one step further, unhooking the front clasp of her bra.

Her tits sprang free, bronzed with deep coral tips in the moonlight. I leaned in, grazing one taut nipple with my teeth before suckling it into my mouth while she threw her head back and dug her fingers into my shoulders.

She had her legs wrapped around my hips, and she hooked her ankles at my back, holding on tight while I thrust into her, again and again. She moaned, quiet at first and then louder.

I released her nipple, then grabbed her hands from my shoulders and drew them up above her head, pressing her back with my body until she was sprawled out across the hood of the car, her hands pinned above her head.

Then I leaned away enough to watch her, to see her lips parted and her face etched with pleasure, to see her tits bouncing with every hard thrust, to see the black gem in her navel catch the moonlight and glisten. There was a story behind that gem, and I wanted that story, maybe not as much as I wanted to hear her screaming in pleasure, but more than I should have.

I’d never wanted those things—never gave a flying fuck about a woman’s stories. Just her cunt and how quickly she could hit her knees.

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