Page 127 of Corrupted Deception

Instead, she smiled mischievously. “Okay,” she said with a casual shrug, then she turned and jumped in, disappearing beneath the water’s surface.

“That was definitely not what I meant,” I muttered to myself as I stripped at record speed and followed her in.

The moment I landed in the water, she took off, swimming across the pond.

I dove beneath the water, sinking toward the bottom to swim past her and come up in front of her so that she ran right into me.

She laughed as I moved to catch her around the waist, but her slippery body slid right out of my loose grip and she was off again, swimming back to the other side.

This time, when I caught up, I grabbed hold of her fast and spun her around, pinning her wrists against the small of her back.

“Playful today, I see,” I said as my free hand glided down the front of her body, from her neck, gliding over her tits, which floated like two perfect globes on the water’s surface. Then I continued downward, her ribs, her abdomen.

My fingers had just brushed over her clit when I heard a rustling, not close by, but close enough that if the noise kept coming in this direction, it wouldn’t be long.

“Ignore them,” she said, laughing as she pressed her clit harder against my fingers. “Its just Nacio’s guards. If they see anything, they’ll keep their mouths shut.”

She seemed confident enough that I wasn’t going to pass this up to go investigate. If a bunch of Morales’ men wanted to get their rocks off in the bushes like peeping toms, then all the power to them.

I used my hold on her wrists to turn her around until she faced me, hair slicked back, freckles standing out across the bridge of her nose, silver eyes shining in the sunlight.

Looking at her, something shifted inside me, not something I could even explain. But when she grabbed hold of my shoulders and lunged up as high as she could, I threaded my fingers through the wet hair at the nape of her neck, just holding her, not controlling her.

I kissed her, slow and thorough, tasting every inch of her mouth. For just a moment, it wasn’t just the mad rush to pleasure and fucking, but something… more.

And then she wrapped her legs around me, pressing her cunt against my cock, and the mad rush to pleasure and fucking took over.

I walked us the few steps to the water’s edge where it was shallower, not quite waist height, and set her down on one of the giant, flat-topped rocks there, stepping between her open thighs.

I grabbed hold of my cock, running the head up and down between her lips, knowing that when I fucked her this time, it would be bareback, and there’d be no pulling out. That knowledge alone was enough to send the faint tingling at the base of my spine into overdrive. But still that sense ofmore, more than fucking, more than pleasure, stayed with me.

She leaned up, getting her elbows beneath her to sit up, but I put a hand on the center of her chest and held her down, continuing to tease her cunt.

“If you think you can make me beg again, think again, charming.”

“Are you sure about that,tempesta? Because I think I could make you beg.”

“Uh-huh. Sure,” she said, smiling.

That was the kind of challenge I was more than happy to accept.

I stepped back, spreading her legs further, and leaned in until my lips were a hair’s breadth from her clit.

She let out a rugged breath, watching me until I started to lick in slow, featherlight strokes, teasing her. She dropped her head back and her fingers curled against the rock.

When her hips started to writhe, I splayed a hand across her abdomen to hold her still and slid the other between her legs, inserting a finger inside her, crooked just right so that her whole body jolted as I glided right over her G-spot.

“God, no map for you,” she said on a moan.

I chuckled, then went back to work, which basically involved slow pleasure to the point of torment. I suckled her clit into my mouth, just enough pressure to keep her climbing, but not enough to get her where she clearly wanted to go. I fingered her the same way, slow strokes, just enough pressure. And just to make sure she was good and ready to beg, I coated her ass hole in her own juices, and on the next thrust into her cunt, I inserted a finger in her ass, slow and steady.

She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a moan as I worked my finger into her up to the first knuckle, then the next. And it wasn’t long before she’d taken another finger, and then another, her tight muscles around me sending my thoughts in one very specific direction.

“God, Cielo. Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned, climbing too high, too fast.

“Not yet,” I said, withdrawing my fingers from her body and giving her clit one last lick before standing up.

I leaned right over her, grinding my cock against her abdomen as I reached for my pants—fortunately, I’d dropped them close to the water’s edge.

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