Page 61 of Devious Corruption

She arches her back, wincing at the tenderness it causes, then licks her lips.

“Don’t stop, not yet.”

“Once I start, there’s no stopping. Not until you’re screaming my name.” I kiss her, then against her lips I say, “And then you’re mine, Maxine. All mine.”

Once more I capture her mouth beneath mine, this time as I thrust forward, twisting my hips.

She digs her fingernails into my shoulders. Even through my shirt, I can feel the bite of her nails.

“Yes, baby, mark me, too. We’ll wear each other’s marks.”

Her body tightens around me. She’s so close, so near the edge.

“That’s right.” I nip at her throat. “Fucking come for me. Hard. I want to feel you come all over me.”

“Lev, oh god, Lev.” She throws her head back against the pillow.

A good man might gentle his thrusts, lead her to the finish line. A good man might be sweet, give her words of admiration. Flowery prose of some sort.

I am not a good man.

Pulling back until I’m virtually gone from her, I stop, stare down at her. With my hand still wrapped around her throat, she looks up at me: eager, needy, fucking gorgeous.

Ruthlessly I plow into her. Pounding into her body again and again, taking every bit her body offers. She whines, wiggles, and cries out beneath me.

She throws her fists into my chest.

“Come for me, Maxine.” I order, her, swirling her clit beneath my finger faster and faster while my cock thrusts into her at full force. “Fucking come.”

Her eyes, those big, beautiful brown eyes, go wide.

And then she screams. A full chested, throat splitting scream as her body unravels into an orgasm that grips my cock.

Her back arches, lifting her from the bed as her release overcomes her.

I growl, fighting to hold on.

Electricity zips down my spine as my balls pull tight.

She gasps for air, collapsing back against the pillows.Moving both hands to her hips, I pin her to the bed and drive into her. Her body tightens around me, and I’m done for.

I drive into her again and again, until my body stills, my release freezing me as I empty into her body. Her sweet, soft, virginal body.

She’s mine now.

The spasms slow, and the room comes back into focus. And her with it.

She stares up at me, her brow wrinkled, her lips pinched together so tightly they’re turning white.

“Max.” I wipe away the hair that’s become stuck to her forehead. We’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat, our breaths quick and raspy.

“Are you all right? Did I hurt you badly?” I push her chin to the side, so I can check the bandage. To be sure I didn’t make her start bleeding again.

“I’m fine.” She shoves my hand away.

Slowly, I slide from her body, settling next to her and splaying my hand on her belly. “Stay here, I’ll get a wet towel.”

She’s quiet as I get up from the bed, snatching up my pants from the floor as I make my way to the washroom. Before getting dressed, I clean off my cock. It’s wet with her arousal and blood.