Page 45 of Corrupted Pleasure

Her moans were the sweetest fucking symphony. There was nothing fake about her reaction, her hips rolling with each lick I gave to her pussy. I nipped her clit and a loud whimper vibrated through the air.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, the desperation in her voice spurring me on.

She was wet and slippery, the flesh of her pussy swollen. The little thief was needy and greedy. I lapped at her, drinking my fill and shoved two fingers inside her.

“Mr. Brennan,” she exclaimed on a moan, rocking back and forth, fucking herself on my hand. I couldn’t help but chuckle against her pussy at her calling me Mr. Brennan.

Her movement stilled and she attempted to shift away from me. The fingers from my left hand dug into her hip.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I growled. “We’re not done.”

She blinked, a storm brewing in her eyes.

“Y-you laughed,” she accused, her tone slightly breathless.

She thought I was laughing at her? Didn’t she know how fucking beautiful she was when she owned her pleasure? It was the best high, the best adrenaline. In all my forty-seven years, I hadn’t experienced anything better than this very moment.

“You calling me Mr. Brennan made me chuckle,” I told her softly.

“Oh.”

“Liam,” I told her. “Call me Liam when I’m eating your pussy.”

Her mouth parted in shock, but she liked my dirty words. The color that spread over her chest and her cheeks was my confirmation. She watched me as if debating whether I was possibly laughing at her. “You are fucking beautiful when you’re aroused,” I purred.

She licked her bottom lip, then whispered, “Liam.”

Her voice was soft, tentative as if she was trying it out.

I nodded my agreement. “That’s right, baby. Now, give me back that pussy so I can finish what I started.”

Fuck, if she flushed so attractively every time I said something dirty, we’d be having a lot of fun together. I slammed her pussy back down onto my face and I drew her clit between my lips. She moaned, rocking back and forth. Relentless and eager to see her come, I pushed my tongue inside her entrance and her thighs tensed around my head.

I hummed my approval as her hips rocked hard against my face. I sucked relentlessly like my life depended on this. Her fingers threaded through my hair. Her eyelids fluttered shut, the most magnificent blissful expression on her face, and I knew I was hooked for life. She pulled on my hair, her body jerking and trembling as she came on my face. Her thighs had my head in a chokehold, but I didn’t care. If there was a way to go, this would by far be my favorite one.

Davina Hayes's climax was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen. She owned it, she felt it, and she definitely loved it. She slumped over and shifted down my body.

“Holy shit,” she murmured breathlessly, her face buried in the crook of my neck.

My cock was painfully rock-hard in my pants. It throbbed to be inside her. But fucking her here felt wrong. I had lost my head and ate her out with the door unlocked. Anyone could have walked in on us. It was unacceptable to lose my head like this at my age.

I ran my hands down her back, her breathing slowing down. This girl was so small and soft. Too vulnerable and breakable. If the Italians would have caught her stealing out of the safe, they would have snuffed the life right out of her. The thought made something tighten in my chest.

Now that I had a taste of her, I was certain I wouldn’t let her go.

CHAPTER17

Davina

My muscles quivered like jelly.

This had been the most intense orgasm of my life. Given to me by Liam Brennan, my best friend’s dad. Herdad.The reason sunk in and panic rose.

What the fuck have I done?

I scrambled, pushing off of him. I got to my feet and pulled my dress down and reality finally setting in. I had the most intense orgasm with Juliette’s dad.

Holy mother of God!