Page 99 of Corrupted Deception

Deep.

She cried out, her body arching, but she took every inch.

Again and again.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck, trying to pull me downward, digging in her fingernails until I let her have what she wanted.

I generally wasn’t big on kissing, but I felt the innate urge to devour her, to taste every inch of her mouth and leave her lips swollen. More proof that she was mine.

The coil inside her wound up tighter; I could feel the tautness in her body and in the air all around us.

“Come for me,” I demanded.

I wanted to see it, hear it, feel it. Fucking breathe it.

She threw her head back and she screamed, and her cunt gripped me so tight, I had to clamp down with everything I had not to follow her right over that blissful edge.

While women didn’t have refractory periods like men, I was still expecting her body to go slack as the aftershocks rippled through her.

I was wrong.

She unhooked her legs from around me, brought them right up between us, and shoved against my chest.

I stumbled back, slipping right out of the tight, slick walls of her cunt.

“My turn,” she said as she sat up, slipped off the counter, and dropped to her knees on the marble floor, her mouth level with my cock.

I’d imagined those plump lips so many god damned times.

Instead of taking me into her mouth like my cock so desperately wanted, she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock and slid her hand downward, taking the condom with her as she went.

Well, fuck.

She chucked the condom somewhere—no idea where—and licked her lips. The sight of her tongue had me anticipating the feel of it gliding along my cock, but she opened her mouth and took me in. Deep.

Christ.

My cock hit the back of her throat and kept going, just far enough I felt her throat muscles start to spasm around the head, like pure fucking heaven, right before she worked her way back.

And then again. And again. Slow and steady, but every time she took me in just far enough that I think angels started to fucking sing.

The woman most definitely knew how to give a blowjob.

Which also meant she was keeping it slow on purpose, maybe trying to drive me insane.

I grabbed hold of her hair and thrust my cock faster, increasing the pace, but the moment I did, her eyes met mine like she was sending up a warning, and her teeth just barely grazed me.

I chuckled. “Don’t even think about it.I still haven’t paddled your ass like you deserve.”

Her eyes flared with heat, and my hand tingled in anticipation. And it didn’t surprise me one bit when she took me in deep once again, she unsheathed her teeth a little more, taunting me. Daring me.

“That wasn’t smart,tempesta,” I told her as I pulled out of her mouth and dragged her up off the floor, shoving her face-first over the breakfast bar.

I thought about tying her back up, but I wanted her to fight me, to be an active participant in the battle, not just a passive receptacle.

So, I held her down with one hand on the small of her back, just firmly enough she’d have to struggle to get free. My fingers tingled more, aching for it, anticipating it.

I raised my hand and brought it down on her squirming ass. The sound of the slap filled the room and went straight to my cock, just as much as the half-moan, half-squeal that escaped her lips.

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