Page 100 of Devious Corruption

“No.” I shake my head. “Please, Lev. Don’t tease me, not like this.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Oh? You don’t like when I tease you?”

“I prefer it when you fuck me.”

He laughs again.

His tongue touches my clit, and I’m sent catapulting out of my mind. Slowly, he drags his tongue over me, suckling and licking and eating my pussy. My skin is on fire.

“Fuck, you taste so good, pretty girl.” He wraps his arms under my legs, dragging me to the very edge of the counter as he thrusts his tongue inside of me.

I fall back onto my elbows, barely able to hold myself up while he continues to push me closer and closer to the edge of heaven.

“Lev…I need…oh hell, fuck, please.”

“You need what?”

“You. I need you.” I reach between my open thighs and pull on his shirt.

He lets me yank him up to his feet. His lips, chin, glisten with my arousal. He takes his time running his tongue over his mouth, licking it all clean.

“You need me to do what?” He wraps his hand around his cock, casually stroking himself as he lines the thick head with my pussy.

“I need you to fuck me.” I lower my chin. “Hard. So hard.”

He grins. “Tell me again. Who do you belong to?”

I would sign over my soul if it meant he cured the ache inside me.

“You, Lev. I belong to you.”

In one thrust, he’s inside me. His arm wraps around my torso, holding me in place on the edge of the counter as he plows into me. There’s no sweetness here, no gentle lovemaking.

The man is fucking me senseless.

Just like he promised.

I grab hold of his arms, feeling the strain of his muscles beneath my palms.

“So close, pretty girl. You’re so close. I can feel your pussy trembling around my cock.” He kisses the side of my neck. “Do you want to come? Right here in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in and see me fucking you. Everyone will hear you, know you’re mine. Completely mine from now on?”

Why does that sound so hot? It brings me right to the very edge, my body coils tight.

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock so good.” He angles his hips, thrusting again and hitting a new spot that throws me into chaos.

My orgasm blinds me as wave after wave rips through my body. I’m screaming. My throat hurts, my body aches, but it’s all so perfect. So beautiful, and it just keeps going.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He kisses my cheek, my mouth; then he thrusts again and again. Stilling on the third stroke.

He goes rigid. Gripping me tighter as his own release whisks him into the same chaos I’m drowning in.

Long moments later, breath still ragged, a thin layer of sweat covering my body, he lifts his head.

He kisses me. It’s tender and harsh all mixed into one kiss. When he pulls back, there’s an intensity I’ve not seen yet with him.

A tremor runs through me as he grabs my chin, lifting it until I’m not able to see anything other than him.