Page 100 of Corrupted Deception

“You asshole,” she hissed right before I thrust a finger into her cunt and turned all that hissing into moans. Her hips writhed, grinding her clit against the cool granite.

I fingered her until her moans grew louder and she was holding onto the edge of the bar in a white-knuckled grip.

Then I withdrew and spanked her again. And again.

Even as she cursed me, her body pressed back against me, and by the time I slid a finger back inside her, wetness glistened on her thighs and she was flushed right down to her tits.

I let her climb for a while, writhing on my finger, but when I pulled out this time, she wrenched her body sideways, escaping my hand on her back.

She made a run for it, turning the blood in my veins boiling hot as I watched her ass shaking and tits bouncing as she flew in long-legged strides out of the room and down the hall, disappearing through an open doorway halfway down.

By the time I caught up with her, she’d made it deep into the room, half a foot from a queen-size platform bed.

“Thought you could run from me,tempesta?”I asked, quite certain she’d had every intention of me catching her.

But she shook her head.

“I wasn’t running; I was leading, charming,” she said as her hand shot out and her fingers wrapped around my throat. Her foot swept out at the same time, catching me off-guard—because men were not at their finest when they were thinking with their cocks—and I landed on the edge of the bed.

She wasted no time, climbing up on the bed and straddling my thighs. And lowering herself onto my cock.

“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

No condom. Nothing but hot, slick walls.

One thin piece of latex shouldn’t have made so much of a difference, but it did. It really fucking did.

I was inside her. Filling her. Nothing between us.

The tingling at the base of my spine intensified, working its way to my balls. Fast. Too fast.

Her tits bounced as she worked herself up and down on my cock. Her lips parted. Her cunt gripped me like a glove, and the sound of her moans was like ecstasy.

I tried to force my head somewhere else, distant and detached. It wasn’t happening, though. There was only Charlotte. If the rest of the world fell away, there was no way in hell I would have noticed.

But there was also no way I was ready to come yet. Not fucking yet.

I lifted her up and dropped her down on the bed on her stomach. Before she could try to right herself, I climbed on top and slammed into her pussy from behind.

She cried out, her body arching, but I kept going, fucking her hard and deep. No restraint. No control.

She turned her face into the mattress, muffling her moans.

I grabbed hold of her hair and jerked her head to the side.

“Don’t,” I ground out. My teeth were clenched so hard, it was a wonder they didn’t break. “I want to hear you scream.”

I fucked her harder. I lifted her hips to fuck her deeper.

“God, that feels good,” she cried. The great thing about a Jacob’s ladder was it was like ‘ribbed for her pleasure’ to an extreme.

Her hands curled into fists, digging into the mattress. A light sheen of sweat coated her tanned skin, the faint salty scent combining with the potent aroma of sex that filled the room.

“Oh god, fuck. Cielo,” she cried, her voice reverberating off the walls.

My balls drew up tight, so fucking close.

“Cielo!” she screamed as her cunt clamped down on my cock.

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