Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,53

back, and slid it right over her clit.

Bump.

Her body jolted, and I felt it quiver. My hands were locked on her thighs now, keeping them tight. My ass was clenched, keeping myself buried so fully and completely inside her.

Slowly, tantalizingly, I began running the ball of my thumb over her swollen button. There was no other movement. No shifting, no pushing, nothing other than the deep penetration that already bound us together, as my thumb continued circling and re-circling the wet, swollen epicenter of her sex.

Her eyes gleamed, and information passed between us. Chastity knew enough that she wasn’t to move. She also conveyed silently that this wasn’t fair. I continued on anyway, teasing but not fucking her. Just thumbing her clit, rubbing it, playing with it as my member strained upward, seeking something more.

Holy shit.

My ass hovered off the surface of her bed as I stretched her from the inside. It protested not being able to move and fuck every bit as much as she wanted to buck and churn and screw back and forth over the entire length my achingly hard shaft.

Her eyes softened, as my thumb moved quicker. Slowly Chastity’s body relaxed. Her nipples went impossibly hard, her skin erupting with goosebumps as I moved her closer and closer to manual release. To her credit, she didn’t move a muscle. Never shifted an inch. The only exception was a slight, almost imperceptible shift backward as she got even closer to climax, and the adorable biting of her bottom lip.

Holy fucking shi—

I exploded a full second before she did, pumping her deep from within. My shaft pulsed and thumped, moving inside her with a life of its own. Her eyes flared as I sprayed her insides with thick, rhythmic jets of my hot seed, boiling all the way up from my balls and delivered straight into her womb.

“Oh my GOD.”

Chastity’s hands curled into talons, raking my rippled stomach as I thumped again and again. My fingers clamped tight on her thighs, holding her against me. Watching her through lust-crazed eyes as I kept coming and coming, filling her up.

FUUUUUC—

I thrashed on her pillow, my brain suddenly awash in a whole new ocean of euphoria. As planned my orgasm had triggered her own, and now she was squeezing me internally. Her inner convulsions triggered a whole storm of aftershocks, doubling, tripling, quadrupling my pleasure.

But nothing was better than the eye-contact.

Through it all we’d stayed wholly silent, almost like a staring contest where we’d both been declared the winner. It was liberating, really. The deep, unbreakable connection formed by saying and doing absolutely nothing… except coming our brains out all over each other.

By the time I was empty we were fused together, soaked through and through by a combination of our own sex. Neither of us minded. Neither of us wanted that part of the intimacy to be over.

Look at her. She’s just… just so fucking…

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. I could only wallow in what had just happened.

In the end she collapsed forward, bending at the waist. Pressing her warm breasts against my chest so she could crush her lips against mine. Kissing me like a girlfriend, or perhaps even more, instead of merely a lover.

“Jesus, Ander…” she murmured, snuggling into my neck.

Forty-Two

CHASTITY

Work. Sleep. Play. It was a pretty standard balance for any healthy lifestyle, yet mine had been twisted beyond all normal recognition. Not that mine had been normal to begin with, really. But after a lifetime of putting in work and sacrificing any sort of social life, I couldn’t really feel guilty for all the play.

And right now I was playing like crazy.

I woke up mid-dream: a swarm of butterflies were tickling my face, swirling around my head no matter how much I swatted them away. When my eyes finally opened the butterflies were gone, and a tiny sandpaper-like tongue was licking my nose.

“Ares!”

I threw my arms around the little kitten, cuddling him as I squinted into the daylight. Ander’s side of the bed was empty. Judging by the coolness of the sheets, he was probably long gone.

“You hungry again?”

I crossed the room naked, remembering last night. Recalling the power and control with which Ander had handled my body, and the raw heat of our mutual explosion. God, I’d never come like that. Not in that way, and not that ridiculously hard, either. It left me shaken with anticipation of seeing him again. Of exploring so many other things more carnal things I simply didn’t know.

Meow!

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