Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,24

in from outside. I was being driven out of my fucking mind. Conflicted with the need to remain absolutely silent, while barely able to control my desire to explode all over him.

“Get ready.”

I whimpered into his hand as his thrusts came faster, harder, his look more determined than ever. I clenched my thighs even tighter. Pushed down even harder against his throbbing, sawing manhood, until the look in his eyes became abruptly dreamy and far away.

Holy shit, he’s going to…

At the last second he pulled out, still holding himself between my legs. His shaft looked incredible. It was magnificently hard, all thick and throbbing and covered in wetness.

“Senan…”

I whispered his name once, before he shushed me with a finger. We were both looking down. Both watching as he finished himself hotly.

Then he jerked himself off… right into the open stretch of my satin panties.

Oh.

My.

God.

It was the hottest thing in the whole fucking world, watching a man come. Seeing him twitch and pulse, his thickness jumping in his big, masculine hand.

“Fuckkkk…”

My lover growled as he continued to stroke through his climax, spraying hot, rhythmic jets of his thick, pearlescent seed straight into the crotch of my panties. I couldn’t stop staring. I could barely even breathe as he finished himself off, filling my already-drenched underwear with his own warmth and wetness. Wordlessly he wiped the last few drops against the inside of my thigh, dragging the head hotly against my skin in a way I’d never forget. Then he stepped back, reached down, and rolled my panties back into position.

“There.”

Senan patted my crotch, which was an absolute mess. The front of my powder-blue satin thong had more dark spots than light — a tribute to how much he’d deposited there.

“Now get dressed.”

I was so weak at the knees, it took me a moment to regain my senses. When I did, he was already handing me my jeans and helping me into my sweater.

“What…”

The words got stuck in my throat. I was too turned on. Too choked up to get them out all at once.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

Senan shrugged as if nothing had happened. As if the throbbing, frustrated heat between my legs wasn’t already soaking through my jeans.

“Now you walk out,” he said simply. “Shopping’s over.”

Nineteen

CHASTITY

“Please…” I gasped softly, screwing my ass into the leather seat. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please don’t stop!”

Senan’s hand moved a tiny bit faster, the ‘V’ of his fingers pushing down with that much pressure. He had one hand down my jeans, wedged tightly between my come-soaked panties and my very wet opening. With the other, he was playing with my lips. Feeding me one of his thick fingers, as I gasped into the interior of my own car.

“You want to come?” he asked for the tenth time.

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes!” I gasped in frustration. “God yes…”

“Then show me.”

I howled again, my hips bucking upward to meet his touch. I was so close. So tantalizingly fucking close to my own release, I could practically taste the delicious dopamine ready to flood my brain.

“Senan…”

His fingers thrummed against my clit, his palm sliding wetly through the shallows he’d so thoroughly fucked. Walking out of the mall had been quite an experience. I was sure everyone and their mother could sense my wetness, as the dark stains of my lover’s melting seed began bleeding through the fabric of my jeans.

Apparently no one had looked. Not the women we passed on the way out of the dressing room, and not the sales clerk who sold me the dress as I crossed my legs and tried to keep a straight face throughout the transaction.

No, no one said anything at all actually. Not even as we crossed the parking lot, as Senan walked me back to my car.

But damn, wearing him against me like that had been so fucking hot.

“Come then,” he whispered, finally giving me what I wanted. His hand went rigid, as his mouth moved to my neck. He kissed me in that secret spot just behind my ear, and slid his fingers rapidly up and down.

At the penultimate moment I closed my hand over his, applying just the right amount of pressure. I exploded hard against his palm, lifting my ass from the seat and grinding myself upward against his fingers.

Ohhhhhh…

My well-earned orgasm was blinding whiteness and pure euphoric oblivion. I let it consume me, taking me to screaming new heights of pleasure. Somehow I knew Senan’s denial back in the dressing room — as well as my ensuing