Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,75

the chair bent our bodies together nicely, bringing us face to face.

“I love my birthday present by the way,” he smiled, dragging me in for a slow kiss. When he pulled back my makeup was smeared all over his cheeks. “Best Harley Quinn ever.”

“That’s probably because this Harley Quinn fucked you,” I grinned back. “So you’re more than a little biased.”

“Maybe.”

“Well happy birthday baby,” I purred, grinding myself even deeper into his lap. I kissed him again. “Now… give me a present?”

Brett nodded distantly, and I knew the look. He was focusing on my bouncing, twisting body, and on the sensation of being inside me. He’d been holding back. Trying not to come.

Now all he had to do was stop holding back and let go.

“Inside me,” I whispered into his ear, hugging him greedily. “All of it.”

He came in a series of breathless grunts, driving his balls tight against my churning ass. I could feel him filling me deep. The distinct twitching of his iron-like manhood, flooding me with heat and wetness as he chewed my shoulder.

“That’s it baby,” I cooed, clutching him against my breasts. “Just like that.”

The others had given us this moment, but they didn’t go much longer. Because the second he was done I was being torn from Brett’s lap. Carried away and laid back down in the blankets, where the others wasted no time in filling the void between my legs.

“Birthday party’s over,” Ander grunted, nibbling roughly on my ear. “Our turn now.”

He entered me excitedly, with all the pent-up passion and frustration of having had to watch for so long. I was so hot down there I was molten. I knew from the look in his eye he couldn’t last long.

“What’s wrong?” I teased, the moment he slowed down. “I thought you were you going to take your turn?”

I kicked my legs up playfully, wrapping them tightly around his flanks. Then I squeezed, driving him in. Taking him deeper than he wanted to go, while reaching up with my hands to run my palms over his nipples.

“You wanna come, don’t you?”

Ander grit his teeth and closed his eyes. He kept fucking, though.

“C’mon, tell me,” I teased. “Show me…”

I bucked some more, pushing him over the threshold. His hands shot down to my thighs, grasping them tightly as he unloaded the entire contents of his swollen, heavy balls… straight up into my already-soaked womb.

“Awww…” I laughed, holding him through his orgasm. “Did you want to go more?”

I touched his face and he reeled back, still mad at himself more than me. Eventually though, he relented. His expression went soft at first, before cracking into a grin.

“I’ll go more later,” he said evenly. The words were definitely more than a statement — they were a promise. “You just keep it hot for me.”

I winked at him before delivering a very wet parting kiss. “Baby it’s always gonna be hot for you.”

He left me in a daze, open-legged and leaking. I was swollen. Dripping wet. My body stretched out and invitingly open, waiting for the last of my three lovers to slake his thirst.

“Look at you…”

Senan smirked as he lifted my legs high in both hands. Carefully he rested my ankles on his shoulders, sliding his way home between my thighs.

“This is how it’s going to be now,” he murmured, running himself through my dripping slit. “Every day — all day.”

He pushed all the way up inside me. I let out such a long, low groan I barely recognized myself. It sounded like another person on a distant planet.

“Every night, too,” he sighed, fighting his own arousal. He began screwing me, doing push-ups in and out of my body. He was reveling in the heat and wetness. Relinquishing any last control he might’ve had, and trading it for pure, uninterrupted pleasure.

“You’re going… you’re going to…”

His eyes fluttered, and I merely smiled and nodded. I pulled him in tightly, clawing him against my chest.

YES…

Then he came, spasming over and over. Grunting unmercifully. Squeezing his ass tight as he pumped me full of his hot, sizzling seed.

And my world was finally complete.

When it was over we lay there in a tangle, chests heaving, the smell of sex hanging over us like a thick, cloying blanket.

This is it, I thought to myself. This is your life now.

I laughed, and my laughter caused the guys to all look my way. The propped themselves up on their elbows and stared at me.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Nothing at all.”

“You’re scared, aren’t you?” joked Ander.

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