Page 74 of Corrupted Deception

I used every bit of strength I could muster to drag him down, then flipped us until his back hit the bed and I was on top, straddling him. His cock rubbed against my pussy through the thin fabric of our clothes. Damn, that already felt good. So good, I couldn’t resist rubbing against him, grinding my clit against the hard length of him.

The problem with things that felt good was they tended to break one’s concentration, so I wasn’t prepared for it when he jolted himself upright and grabbed my wrists, pinning my arms behind my back while I straddled his lap.

With my legs folded on either side of him, I didn’t have a whole lot of moves when he leaned in and suckled a nipple into his mouth. And whoa, that was a lot of suction; my sensitive flesh prickled as hot waves of arousal traveled down, making my pussy clench. And when he sunk his teeth in, I swear I could feel the first tingling climb toward orgasm.

I almost groaned when his lips released me, but he was on the move, releasing my wrists only to flip us over so that he hovered above me.

“I’ve waited too long for this,tempesta.I’m done waiting.”

He slid his thumbs into the waist of my panties and jerked until they snapped, leaving me bare to him.

His gaze met mine as he leaned away, then stood. There was a command in his eyes.Stay,he told me silently.

Not fucking likely.

I bolted up onto my knees as he retrieved a condom, and I reached for the button and fly of his pants—clearly, he was overdressed for the occasion.

When I yanked his pants and black boxer briefs down over his ass and his cock sprang free, my mouth literally watered.

Dear lord, nowthatmight have just been the best thing I’d ever seen. Long and thick, curved slightly upward like it had been handcrafted to hit a woman’s G-spot just right.Holy shit.

And if that wasn’t enough, he had a Jacob’s ladder that pretty much guaranteed non-stop stimulation—because apparently, the gods were very, very happy with me today.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, squeezing to make my fingers touch.Nice.And when I ran my fist up and down the length, I couldn’t help but imagine the feel of those piercings against my inner walls instead of the palm of my hand.

He hissed as my fingers caught the edge of the plump head, then he grabbed my wrist, squeezing hard enough that it forced me to let go. He held my hand there, itching to touch him, as he rolled the condom on one-handed, then used that same hand in the center of my chest to push me down.

I went willingly enough, but the moment my back hit the mattress, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him down to me, kissing mercilessly. I swear I was getting drunk off the scent of him, not just bergamot and sandalwood now, but something more primal, potently male, and intoxicating.

His hand slid between us and down, down my abdomen, brushing over my clit and gliding right through my wet folds like he was a man on a mission.

The mission became rather clear when he thrust his finger inside me, but I gasped as he hit my G-spot on the first stroke. While a decent number of men could find the spot, it usually took them a while, and sometimes, a guided tour, but dear lord, Cielo knew what he was doing. He crooked his finger and hit it again, and then over and over again.

Searing pleasure coursed through me as his finger explored me, setting off a chain of sparks that threatened to burst into flames and consume me. I dug my fingers into the hard planes of his back. It was too intense, too fast. It left me breathless, struggling to stay on top of the sensations, to control the climb and draw it out.

But before I reached the peak, he withdrew suddenly, catching hold of my arms and thrusting them down above my head. His iron grip sent shivers of excitement through my veins as my body trembled in anticipation, desperate for more.

“Not yet,”he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you now,and I want to feel you coming on my cock.”

My stomach clenched, and my heart pounded.

He grabbed my hip at the same time I felt the plump head of his cock press against my pussy.Yes. God, yes.I wanted this. I don’t think I’d ever wanted it more.

But he didn’t move, he didn’t thrust.

“How rough,tempesta?” he asked, his voice whisper-quiet, his eyes boring into mine, trying to see deeper. Always trying to see deeper. But amid the ice blue lust in his eyes there was something else there. It looked like concern, and it made that thing in my chest twist up more.

“Everything you’ve got,” I said as I wrapped my legs around him, because I needed to be bombarded with pleasure, to drown in it, to be consumed in the physical act.

As he entered me with one powerful thrust, every inch of my body came alive. He filled me, stretched me. My body arched, innately struggling against his hold, but he held firm as he withdrew and thrust back in, so deep the head of his cock banged against my cervix. And that ladder. Oh, dear lord, that ladder.

His fingers dug into my hip as he moved faster, as he fucked me harder, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

But unlike other partners, Cielo’s gaze never wavered from mine. His eyes remained fixed on me, watching me, leaving me feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with being naked.

“Let me go,” I said, trying to jerk my wrists out of his grasp.

He shook his head. “Never,” he replied, jaw clenched tight.

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