Page 55 of Corrupted Pleasure

A shudder rolled through me and lust licked my skin. “P-please,” I whispered, desperation lacing my voice. I didn’t recognize this woman that desperately needed him. Not just physically, and that admission scared me to death.

He pushed the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders and pulled down the cups of my bra to bare my breasts. I watched him through a half-lidded heavy gaze as he admired them.

“Perfect,” he praised. “Your tits are just as perfect as your thighs.”

He captured a nipple in his mouth and our loud moans travelled over the warm spring breeze. His other hand reached for my other breast and squeezed while he continued with his nipping, licking and marking.

I couldn’t handle this sweet torture anymore. I needed to feel him inside me. I reached for his belt buckle, my hips rolling against him, causing friction.

“Are you greedy for my cock?” he groaned.

“Yes.” No sense pretending. I pulled him out and wrapped my fingers around him. He was rock hard, hot and heavy. And so big.

In one swift move, he gripped my hips and pushed me down hard on his length.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “So fucking tight.”

I gasped. I felt so full, my thighs quivering.

“I can feel your greedy cunt clenching around my cock,” he groaned. “You’ll take all of me. Won’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, sliding down and taking all of him, filling me to the hilt.

His eyes burned, looking down between our bodies where we were connected.

“Grind that sweet little pussy on my cock,” he commanded and my body trembled with the promise of pleasure.

I pressed my face into his neck and rocked my hips, rolling them in circular motion. My clit ground against his pelvis, sending shudders down my back. His hands were all over me and each time I ground against him, a moan slipped through my lips.

He felt so good inside me. So addictive. So right.

His hands locked on my hips, gripping them and started to grind me harder and faster against him. His mouth sucked on my throat, his teeth nipped my neck. His palm slapped my ass. I was reaching for brand new heights.

“I want to hear your screams.” His voice was hoarse and he sounded on the brink of losing control. For me.

“Fuck, so good,” I panted. “God, please. Don’t stop.”

I kept grinding against him. Hard and fast. Deep, then shallow. And then his hips thrust up, hard and deep inside me in one forceful move. So I rode him harder, his eyes trailing over me. My neck. My full, bouncing breasts. And ending at where our bodies were connected. My arousal dripped down my thighs. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and my whimpering moans filled the air.

My hand reached for my clit but he smacked it away. Instead, Liam’s hands gripped my hips and bounced me on his erection like his life depended on it. Up and down. Hard and Deep, his pelvis grinding against my clit. His length hit the spot deep inside me just right.

He was consuming me. Filling me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God.”

I came so hard that spots danced behind my eyelids. He finished right behind me with a last hard thrust, while my pussy clenched around him. Milking him.

Languid heat spread through me, my breathing erratic. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, as the world came back into focus.

Our heavy breaths filled the silence. I rested my face in the crook of his neck, full of contentment and bliss as my fingers curled in his hair.

He nipped my neck. “You’re a filthy girl, Davina.”

I scoffed, too high on post-orgasmic bliss to act insulted. “Says the man who can’t seem to keep his hands off me.”

A deep rumble shook his chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re right, wise arse. I love your arse.” Then as if to emphasize his words, he squeezed my ass. “Which is the reason you’ll be available to me. Whenever and wherever I wish.”

The hum of the yacht engine came back into focus and reality slowly settled. I stole from this man. Yes, he brought on amazing orgasms, but it didn’t diminish how dangerous he was.