Page 25 of Corrupted By You

I blinked and a deep chuckle burst past my lips.

This woman.

Where the hell did she come from?

I caressed her face gently.

She half-smiled at me, almost sheepishly.

The moment of lightheartedness evaporated as I traced my tip over her closed mouth, still knuckling her strands. “Don’t worry. Before the night is over, you’ll know how to deep throat your master’s cock, pet. Now open wide and spit on it.”

Her formidable mouth puckered and she dribbled spit.

We both watched it coat my dick. “Have you given blow jobs before?”

A quiet nod.

“Good. Start slow and suck on my tip. Take as much as you can down your throat.”

She liked being given orders, as much as she pretended not to.

Little angel was getting the first taste of darkness and she was fucking loving it.

There was something about Darla’s gentle technique that had me cursing from the second she took my tip into her mouth. She sucked it lightly, like an ice lolly, learning my flavour before gingerly opening wider and taking more of me. Her shy tongue traced the veins in my cock and I bit my lip to stop the rumble in my chest.

Darla glanced at me through long lashes and, with a fast swoop, took half of me into her relaxed mouth. Wickedness gleamed in her eyes. “Mhm.”

God, she was good.

My hips rocked of their own volition, my inches shooting down Darla’s throat. She gagged, hands coming up to brace against my thighs. Whimpering, she drew out my cock and spat on it, using both hands to jerk my length. “Am I doing well, Master?”

Darla trickled her finger down the underside of my dick and gently rolled my balls.

She was teasing me and I didn’t like that.

So I whipped the end of my belt against her ass.Crack. “Stop playing with it andfuckingsuck it, Darla.”

She whimpered and I feared my treatment was too harsh, until I saw the hazy lust in her eyes. Darla dragged my cock back into the confinements of her warm mouth and sucked.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Take more.”

Eyes half-mast, she did, moaning as I fed her inch by inch. I gave her a bit of control and her head slowly began bobbing up and down as she hollowed her cheeks.

I threw my head back and groaned. “That’s so fucking good.”

Like a trooper, she worked harder after hearing my compliment.

When I couldn’t take any more of her easy tempo, I raised myself from my perch on the armrest. Darla would have fallen back had I not been clutching her head. She squealed around my cock as I drove it deeper, faster. I cracked my belt against her ass, loving the imprint forming on her skin. “Suck harder.”Crack. “Suck faster.”Crack. “And suck it like a pretty little whore earning her master’s cum.”

Darla’s moan was trapped by me driving my cock so far into her throat, a flurry of tears spilled down her cheeks.

Her shaky hands trickled over my abs. When her eyes spoke that she understood my message, I eased my hold on her head and let her take control once more.

Darla sucked me off with renewed vigour.

It was a mess of tongue, tears, and saliva all over her lips and my dick. Her hot suctioning mouth was relentless. My eyes rolled back at the sensations and I groaned loudly. Bless her jaw, she worked me like it was the last time she’d ever pleasure a man. Darla didn’t stop until I yanked at her roots of her hair and forced myself out so she could take a deep breath. It rattled in her chest as she gazed up at me, on her knees, naked as the day she was born, a delirious smile on her face because she knew what kind of power she still held.

It angered me.