Page 106 of Corrupted By You

My slutty wife dribbled spit on my cock in the most respectable manner I’d ever witnessed—a testament to her upper class upbringing—and took my dick in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly, her brows furrowed in concentration as her jaw made up for her lack of hands.

Her moan reverberated against the underside of my dick and I loved that she got off on sucking her master’s prick like a sex slave.

The red lipstick she wore streaked over my cock.

A groan drummed in my chest as I watched her enjoy me like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Her tongue lapped at my slit, sighing at the taste of my pre-cum before taking one inch, two inches, three inches, and—goddammit—half of me.

My stomach clenched and I threw my head back on a particularly hearty suck, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted sloppy, messy, and so fucking horny, she couldn’t contain herself. I wanted the woman from Chaleur who’d so willingly taken a creampie to the face.

I wanted the woman from our wedding night who’d begged me to cut her air supply just so she could come that much harder.

I forced my cock out of her mouth with the hand still fisting her hair. She coughed, eyes watering. “You don’t seem very sorry, Darla,” I tutted, wiping the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth and feeding it back to her. “If it were anyone else going through my things, I would have ended them. Thank me for being lenient with you.”

“Thank you for being lenient.” Her body shook with her inhale, and that haughty tone remained. “Master Zeno.”

I ground my jaw. “Say it again.”

“Thank you, Master Zeno.”

I plowed into her mouth with a rapid thrust. She gurgled around my thickness, gaze widening at my unexpected move.

I pulled out and another stream of saliva pooled out of her mouth. “Again.”

“T-Thank you, Master Zeno.”

I continued our wicked game, tucking myself deeper every single time until her gag reflex was non-existent. I grew harder whenever she stammered out an innocent, “Thank you, Master Zeno.”

On the last thrust, her entire body quaked. Defiant eyes seared me to the spot, the fire in them telling me she owned me too. “More, Master Zeno.”

I hated and loved it, so I slapped her tit and pinched her nipple. She hissed and rocked her hips against the seat like they were seeking relief.

Still grasping her hair, I shoved her mouth back on my cock. Darla emitted a sharp, muffled cry that turned into glugging noises as I started pounding her mouth with coarse thrusts of my hips, my balls slapping against her chin. No mercy. No finesse. Just pure, unadulterated need driving this exchange.

“You don’t like it when I’m sweet to you?”Thrust.“You don’t like it when I want to treat you like a queen?”Thrust.“No, you want me to disrespect you.”Thrust. “You want to be debased because it gets you fucking wet.”

Darla keened, her soul tremoring as I ruined her for every single man on this earth, the same way she’d ruined every other woman for me.

My wife went wild when I mixed degrade with praise.

You’resuch a good girl, mon ange, letting your husband defileyour throat.

You’re a nasty whore, Principal Hill, swallowingcock nine inches deep like it’s your profession.

Mypetite salope, I can see your cum sticking to thevelvet. I’m going to make you lick every dropclean if you keep misbehaving.

The base of my spine tingled, my orgasm crept closer, and my balls tightened. Darla cried prettily, red lips stretched as she took her punishment so fucking well.

“You want me cruel and rough because it’s the only version of me you can handle,” I snarled, watching her tits bounce as I pumped into her warm suctioning mouth. “I’ll play along and be your fucking villain, baby.”

When those soul-stirring eyes peered up at me, they destroyed another layer of my armour. I knew it was over. This sweet woman, who was never meant to be more than one night, had created a space for herself in my beating, battered organ, and like a fool, I let her.

I fell over the edge with a roar, nearly going blind with the force of my release.

I popped my cock out, my cum splashing all over my hand, her neck, and her tits like a big stroke of white paint over a blank canvas.

Red lipstick feathered around her heaving mouth. Mascara tears ran down the slopes of her cheeks like ink. Saliva mixed with my cum cascaded down her chin like a flood.

Ruined.