Page 128 of Corrupted Deception

With my torso right above her, she leaned up and pressed her lips to my pec, then glided her tongue downward to my nipple, flicking it before grazing it with her teeth.

When I moved back between her thighs with a condom in my hand, she tried to grab it or maybe swat it away.

“We don’t need that, charming.”

I smiled. “Sì, we do.”

Her brow furrowed, then smoothed. I think she got the idea.

“Turn over,” I said as I sheathed my cock.

She didn’t hesitate. She slid off the rock, into the water and turned around, leaning over and supporting herself with her hands on the rock.

I slid a finger into her cunt, getting it plenty wet, then moved on to her ass hole, sliding a finger in, then another, stretching her, making sure she was ready.

When I couldn’t wait any longer, I withdrew, slid my hand beneath her to her clit, and lined my cock up, working her clit as I pressed against the tight hole with steady pressure, penetrating her, filling her ass one slow inch at a time.

Her body tensed, and she breathed out, long and slow, then her muscles relaxed, letting me in more, deeper. Until she’d taken every inch.

Fucking perfect.

This time, I paused for a moment, giving her body time to adjust before I withdrew until just the head of my cock was buried inside her, then I thrust in slow and steady again, rubbing her clit, gritting my teeth, and fighting the urge to rut like an animal.

Slow and steady, over and over again, while her ass gripped me tight. I never wanted to fucking leave.

She looked back at me over her shoulder. “More, charming. Fuck me faster,” she moaned.

Fuck. I was going to be coming far too quickly if she kept that up.

But I gave her what she wanted, quickening my pace, burying my cock deep until my hips hit her ass while I worked her clit at the same time.

Her moans got louder. She pressed back harder, taking every inch of me she could. Faster and faster until her moans turned into screams and she came, her back arched, head thrown back and her muscles clenching down around me.

“Christ. Fuck,” I hissed.

That was it.

I pulled out, ditched the condom, and lined myself up, grazing the head of my cock along her dripping wet cunt.

“Please,” she moaned, sooner than I’d expected.

“I told you I’d have you begging.”

Before she could respond—or argue—I kicked my hips and thrust in, burying myself to the hilt in one hard, deep thrust.

No waiting this time, I withdrew and drove back in, holding her hips and pulling her back to meet me until her ass cheeks hit my hips, every inch of me inside her. So deep. So fucking good.

And then I rut like a god damned animal, fucking her harder.

Deeper.

Faster.

Her heavy breathing turned to moans, then turned to cries. It wasn’t long before she was close, and that was a damned good thing because I was close too. So fucking close.

“Come for me,” I demanded. I wanted to feel her coming on my cock, nothing between us, just her tight, slick walls around me.

“Bossy,” she cried, but she wasn’t going to be able to fight me this time.

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