Page 131 of Corrupt Princess
Brianna pauses and I still, needing to hear the answer to this question as much as Jodie does.
Making your first kill is a big deal when you’ve trained almost all your life to do it. I can’t even imagine how she must be feeling right now.
“It… It was necessary,” she reasons. But I quickly discover that that’s not enough for Jodie, because she follows it up with, “I’m okay, I promise.”
“Okay. But if that changes, I’m right here.”
“I know,” Brianna says softly.
As grateful as I am that Brianna has Jodie’s support—something that I’m sure will be priceless in the coming months and years as they both navigate living as part of the Cirillo Family—I want her to be confiding in me, allowing me to support her through this.
“So, how is your favourite sex pest?” Jodie asks, changing the subject and dragging me from my previous thoughts.
Now we’re talking. I can totally get on board with eavesdropping a bit of girl talk about how good I am in bed.
“He’s… Nico,” Brianna says with a laugh, killing all my fantasies. I was hoping she might fall into a very long and in-depth description of just how magical my cock is.
“So, is this it? Are you actually together or—” Unable to remain out of sight, and just in case she’s about to give the wrong fucking answer, I make my presence known.
“Yeah,” I announce, stepping out onto my balcony behind where Brianna is sitting.
Okay, so I probably should have put some clothes on, but fuck it. Jodie has seen it all before, and it’s not like I have plans to wear anything here while it’s just the two of us. As far as I see it, we’ve got time to make up for and clothing will only waste it. “We’re together. Done deal. Isn’t that right, babe?”
The rest of the conversation passes me by. My only focus is her, and of course my aching cock.
I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep or how many hours it’s been since I was inside her. Whatever it is is too long.
The second she drops to her knees and wraps her sinful lips around my length, I feel like the king of the fucking world.
“Yes, Siren,” I bark when she leans forward, taking me right to the back of her throat.
My fingers twist in her messy, curly hair, and I hold her down on my length for a few seconds.
“Look at you,” I groan, pushing her lower once more. “Such a good little whore taking all of me.”
A whimper rumbles in her throat that I feel all the way down the length of my cock.
“You like that, don’t you? You like knowing you’re a good girl for sucking my dick.”
She whimpers again, taking me deeper this time.
“Fuck, I bet your cunt is dripping for me right now.”
Releasing her head for a beat, I reach for the shirt she’s wearing and drag it over her head, forcing her to release my cock for a few seconds as the fabric passes her face.
“That’s more like it. Now, where were you?” I ask, holding myself out for her.
Eagerly, she gets back into position and begins licking around the head of my cock, making it jerk for more.
Releasing my fingers in favour of her hair, I let her do her thing, watching as she licks down my shaft, teasing me mercifully before finally taking me in her mouth once more.
“That’s it, babe. You suck me so fucking good. Touch yourself, show me how wet you are. Show me how much you love pleasing me.”
Without missing a beat, she spreads her knees, her hand dipping between her thighs.
Her attention on my dick falters for a beat as her fingers collide with her sensitive flesh.
“Push your fingers inside your pretty cunt, Siren. Then let me taste you.”