Page 26 of Corrupted By You

It excited me.

She was challenging me when she was the submissive one.

Snarling, I grasped the nape of her neck and thrust my cock back into her mouth, deep-throating the fuck out of her. The room filled with the glugging noises coming out of her mouth and the leather beat continuously snapping against her thick ass. “I can feel your throat clenching around me.”Thrust. Thrust. Crack. “Eager little beginner, aren’t you? So keen on pleasing her master.”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Crack.“Good girl. Good girl.”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.Thrust. Crack. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Darla’s muffled whimpers mingled with my groans as I felt myself tightening, my release rightthere. “I’m coming, baby.Fuckkk.”

I yanked out of her and she heaved from the loss, her palms slapping on the floor to regain balance.

Because I never claimed to be a gentleman, I swiped my wet cock over her face, shoving my balls into her mouth as I strangled my fist down my length twice more. Cursing, I came, deep white spurts of cum garlanding her jaw, lips, cheeks, and closed eyelids.

My ears rang and my eyesight blurred from the force of my climax.

But I never looked away from the bewitching woman before me, who had played the role of a submissive so well, but also reminded me how good it felt to be owned.

Darla licked the cum from her lips.

Panting, I fell to my knees before her and grabbed the wipes left at our disposal on the small table next to us.

“Hold still.” My voice was hoarse as I cupped her chin and wiped her face tenderly. Her beauty was undeniable. Darla looked like the kind of woman who didn’t know she wasthisstunning, and that made her even more beautiful to me. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, a light flush coating her skin. I threw aside the cum-stained tissues and clutched her face, taking a minute to just stare into her eyes. They were filled with so much trust and vulnerability, it humbled me.

QueDieu me pardonne. I was undeserving, but I wanted to kiss this woman.

She was the first one to ever call me beautiful and I hated to admit that she touched something foreign inside of me. Something I learned to shut out in my younger adolescent days. If she knew the monster lurking beneath my surface, she’d run for the hills instead of staying on her knees and gazing at me with adoration.

Adoration that I knew I reciprocated.

“I want to kiss you, Darla.”

No hesitation. “Oui.”

Just like that, I broke my own rule.

I tilted my head and stamped my mouth to hers.

Soft lips pillowed against mine and the first taste of her kiss heated my veins.

Warm. Feminine. Luscious.

Darla reminded me of a forbidden fruit as our mouths tasted each other in slow sips. The world around me melted into one singular feeling: my fast beating heart and this sensual woman’s flavour. Cherry martini and my essence married together in an enlivening combination.

I kissed this woman with jarring fervour and she loved it.

We finally broke away, lips glistening, panting.

Our eyes spoke what our words could not. A fleeting moment passed where we acknowledged that this was unexpected for both of us. We crossed a line…and we would do it again.

Two heartbeats later, we collided once more. This time her arms looped around my neck and held me tight. I banded my own around her waist, like I was a man lost at sea and she was the sole anchor amongst the desolate waves.

Our lips drowned the echoes of lonelinessand fueled the air with something uncharted.

The kiss turned demanding, escalating into something urgent like the piano keys on Vivaldi’s four seasons. Her softness. My roughness. They melded into one. I could no longer resist—my tongue swept against the seam of her mouth, seeking entrance. Darla gave it to me, slithering her tongue against my own. Her scent suffused my senses as our tongues twined, causing my heart to thunder inside my chest.

Mindless with pleasure, we rolled to the ground. I took the brunt of the impact, landing on my back with Darla on top, her thighs on either side of me. The cold glass floor beneath me was a reminder that we were still in Chaleur with a raging nightclub beneath us. But nothing mattered except for the feel of her lips against mine.

I crushed Darla’s body to mine, running my hands over her back, her waist, her ass. Whispering praise into her mouth while she kissed me with a hunger I never knew one could possess.