Page 53 of Corrupted Sinner
She moaned against me, and the vibrations sent me precariously closer. The girl seemed to seriously enjoy sucking cock, and that was so fucking hot.
But it also needed to stop.
“I need to fuck you, now, darling.”
I reached for my jeans and fished a foil packet out of the pocket, but she leaned up and grabbed it while her eyes flared with wildfire. A look of pure lascivious intent on her face, she ripped open a packet and pulled out the condom.
She put it in her mouth and lowered her head back down to my cock.
“You're going to kill me, darling.” I clenched my fists tighter, grit my teeth, and watched, mesmerized, as she used her mouth to unroll the condom onto my cock. Her hands helped to finish the job and then she sidled up higher until she was right there.
“I think you’ve been in the driver’s seat long enough,” I said, then flipped her over, hitting one of the end tables with my shoulder and sending more shit flying. Still didn’t give a fuck.
I lined myself up at her tight entrance and drove in, burying my cock in slick walls that sheathed me so tight, it was like agonizing ecstasy.
She cried out as her fingers dug into my shoulders so deep, I was certain they drew blood.
I stopped moving… I tried to stop moving, to give her time to adjust, but damn it, she felt so fucking good.
“God, you’re huge,” she moaned breathlessly. But that didn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around me and hooking her ankles at my back.
I rocked my hips experimentally, and her inner walls clamped down on me. “I don’t think blowjobs were all that school taught you, darling,” I groaned, rocking again and again until her body began to relax.
As I kicked my hips and drove in she leaned up, dragging her soft lips across my pecs. Her moans vibrated against my skin as I set a pace, thrusting in as deep as I dared over and over again. But it wasn’t long before I could feel it at the base of my spine and tingling in my balls. No fucking way was I ready for this to end.
I withdrew and leaned back on my knees, dragging her ass with me. Fuck, she was one hell of a sight, her legs spread, her pink, swollen pussy, mine for the taking. I hooked her legs on my shoulders and ran the tip of my cock through her folds, up to her clit.
She moaned as her pussy clenched in need.
So, I did it again. And again, watching her wetness drip from her slit. Fucking beautiful.
On the next pass, I thrust in, making her tits bounce as her mouth fell open on a silent gasp.
“Play with your tits, darling,” I said as I moved my fingers to her clit, watching my cock disappear inside her over and over again while I toyed with her piercing, tugging on it gently, then rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her cries got louder, every one of them heaping fuel on the fire. Her lips parted, her eyes closed, her tits bouncing in the palms of her hands. It was the best fucking sight I’d ever seen.
I kicked my hips and drove in harder. Deeper. Faster.
Her cries turned to screams right before her back arched off the ground and her pussy clenched around me so tight, I knew I was done for. I thrust in, and then again, then I erupted as white-hot pleasure blazed through every fiber of my body.
Reluctantly, when her spasming pussy had drained every drop, I withdrew and ditched the condom in the wastebasket by the sofa. Then I laid down beside her, my head propped up on my elbow, looking around and taking in the destruction. Half the books from the shelves were scattered on the floor, I’d knocked the end table right over, along with a lamp and a bunch of other shit I wasn’t even going to bother cataloguing at the moment.
I smiled and shook my head slowly. “Tornadoes and volcanoes…” I muttered quietly.
Greta laughed and leaned up. “A tornado, maybe,” she conceded, looking around at the mess we’d made. “But I don’t think we burned anything down.”
I chuckled, ignoring the urge to pull her close, to feel her warm body against me and her head cradled in the crook of my arm. It wasn’t my style. Cuddling led nowhere good, so instead, I stared up at the ceiling. Again.
She sighed and leaned up after a minute, reaching for the laptop she’d set aside earlier. When she popped it open, I expected to see the same kind of photos I’d last seen on her laptop, so the gibberish on the screen confused the hell out of me.
“What is that?” I asked, nodding to the screen, trying not to go cross-eyed looking at all the equations and shit there.
She smiled sheepishly—which was not a smile I’d ever seen on the girl—and shrugged. “Just a favor. A girl I went to school with in LA is writing a research paper; she wanted me to look over it.”
I looked at the screen. “’Discerning quantum memories based on electromagnetically-induced-transparency and Autler-Townes-splitting protocols’,” I read off the title. “You understand that shit?” I asked, impressed.
She nodded and pulled up her email, then closed the laptop a minute later.