Page 85 of Corrupt Game

All the sexy words that he’d ever spoken to me came flooding back. Sitting next to me, his presence ignited a new fire. I leaned closer to him.

It would be okay. This wasn’t like it was a permanent thing. There was nothing wrong with wanting sex. It was just fucking and didn’t mean anything.

Convincing myself wasn’t hard as my breath caught with the thought of how good he would feel inside me.

“Are you okay?” He turned with a concerned expression.

“Yes,” I answered, empowered by his attention, I rose and slid my body over him. Lust began to take over as my legs straddled him.

“I’m choosing this.” I leaned my lips over to his. “It’s time to put your words into action.

A groan came from deep inside his throat, but his hands rubbed against my arms. He was rigid underneath me as I gave into his demands for complete surrender.

“So, where do we go from here?” I asked.

“Are you certain?” Ian asked, his body completely still.

“Yes.” I was going to explode with unsatisfied lust if we didn’t do this.

“Well, I need you to strip for me.” He didn’t speak again, but stood and took me into his arms, taking all the guesswork out of the situation.

When his hands finally touched me, I simply melted into his arms.

“It’s time for us to find out if all that sexy chemistry is going to work.” He brushed his lips against mine, still teasing.

“Take that dick and fuck me,” I demanded, but it came out as more of a moan when he trailed a hand down my back, resting gently on my ass.

He smirked. “I’ll excuse the language for today since you’ve been under a lot of stress, but I’ll take that for enthusiastic consent.”

He backed me toward the bed and pulled off my clothes as he continued to trail kisses up my neck and behind my ears.

Having his hands roam, squeeze and caress on me after weeks of being teased by his voice felt so good. My body had little shocks that heated up my skin and zapped every erogenous zone with a higher stimulation. I was ready to come apart at the seams.

With no shirt or bra on, he moved down to my collarbone and breast.

I heaved a sigh of contentment when his mouth closed around my nipple and he sucked hard. My gut clenched and my sex slickened more for him.

“Yes, please, Ian.” I mumbled. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t lost in the moment and knew exactly where I was and who I was with.

His tongue swirled circles around each nipple as his hands slid down to remove the last of my clothing.

“Ah,” he groaned as his fingers slid down between my now wet slit, coating his fingers.

Weeks of edging and wanting to be touched had turned me on in an instant. There was no stopping my body from responding to his administrations.

“Ian, take me now, please.” I groaned, wanting him to fill that empty space between my legs.

Foreplay was wonderful and had its place, but I didn’t need to be wound up any longer. The teasing needed to end because the fire inside me was ready to burst free and I was dying to have him with me.

“As you wish.” He flipped my body where I was lying face down on the bed with my ass sticking up in the air.

I expected to feel his hard cock slide inside me, but instead, I almost jumped when his tongue began to fuck in and out of my warm pussy. Alternating with taking my clit into his mouth for a suckle then ramming his tongue back in. He never stuck to a rhythm so my body never knew what was coming. Only pleasure.

My hands gripped the bedsheets, twisting them as he applied more pressure. It felt amazing. I was soaring high.

His tongue plunged deep inside of me and I came apart when his finger ran over the top of my clit with the lightest of pressure.

All of that time spent being taken to the edge and not quite reaching a climax had me gasping as he stopped. He switched over to his fingers and continued with a pulse pounding rhythm until I’d finally let loose and came for him again.