29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Avery
Saturday is busier than usual. Noah and Corbin are both booked solid, and Jessie has her hands full with scheduled clients as well as walk-ins. And since tomorrow is a rare day when the shop is closed for a scheduled personal staff day, Jessie isn't turning anyone away. She hasn’t brought up our conversation from last night, and I’m grateful for that. Nothing about her behavior hints that she knows about me and Corbin. If she hadn’t told me she knew, I wouldn’t suspect it. I wonder if I should tell Corbin about our conversation, but I don’t have a lot of time to worry about it today with all the calls coming in, plus the clients keeping me busy.
Eventually, I forward the phone calls to the answering service so I can focus on what’s happening in the shop. When Corbin’s afternoon session runs long and his next client shows up early, I’m forced to entertain the man until Corbin finishes. Then, I help him clean and set up for the next client. I see him flexing his fingers and stretching his wrists and I wonder if he’s hurting. If so, he doesn’t mention it.
I mostly watch while he works on his last client, admiring his skill and the intricacy of the design. The way he’s able to make the image come to life on the client’s skin is a skill I can only hope to possess one day. I’ve been practicing on fake skin with a machine I ordered online. It’s harder than I thought to control the depth of the needles and keep a steady hand while creating a decent image. My first few tries turned out terrible. But Corbin showed me some tricks to help me. After a while I got used to the feel of the machine in my hand and working with a new canvas. My tattoos are still a long way from being good enough for a person, but it’s progress. I know it’s different from real human skin, but it’s the closest I can get for now.
When Corbin finishes his last client and cleans the finished tattoo, I can see from the client’s face that she’s thrilled. He directs her to the mirror so she can admire her new artwork.
“What are you doing later?”
I blink and turn back to look at Corbin. His words had been low, spoken for me alone. The client is a few feet away; far enough that she wouldn’t have heard him.
“Nothing,” I say, matching his low tone. “Ordering take-out for dinner so I can eat it on the couch without pants.”
He grins, his dark gaze tracking down over my body and back up to my face. “That sounds tempting,” he murmurs. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that.”
Is he asking to join me for dinner? That’s not part of our arrangement. He’s always told me it’s just sex. This thing between us is purely physical. It’s not a relationship. Spending time together that way is only going to muddy the waters. My stupid heart is already threatening to become involved. I don’t need to see another side of Corbin that will push me even closer to having feelings for him. But none of that seems to matter. None of the sensible, smart, rational reasons I should tell him no seem to matter when I look at him. Because somehow, I find myself smiling up at him.
The client returns for Corbin to wrap her upper arm, putting a halt to our quiet conversation for the time being. I wait until she’s gone, and Corbin and I are alone at his station, wiping everything down.
“You want to join me?” I ask. “For dinner, I mean. ”
Some unnamed emotion crosses his face. It’s there for less than a second before it’s replaced with a playful grin.
“Any excuse to get you out of your pants.”
I tamp down the hint of disappointment at his words. Of course, he’s thinking of this as a sexual thing. I’m the only one reading more into it. He’s sticking to the rules.
“You know you don’t need any excuses for that,” I say, injecting a teasing tone into my words.
“Why don’t you come by my place?” he says. “I’ll get you out of those pants. Afterwards, we can order food. Since we don't need to be here tomorrow, we can spend as much time naked as we want.”
Part of me recognizes that this is dangerous territory. But the rest of me just wants to spend time with Corbin. No matter how many times I try to tell myself that this is just about sex, I can’t seem to help myself. I like this man. I know I shouldn’t, but I do.
“Okay,” I say with a smile. “But I want dessert too.”
Corbin just grins. “Deal.”
I follow Corbin’s black muscle car as he drives to his apartment. Until now we’ve always gone back to my place. Or we’ve had quickies in the shop after everyone leaves for the night. The fact that this is the first time Corbin has invited me to his apartment isn’t lost on me. I try to tell myself that it doesn’t mean anything. It’s not like we’re dating. It’s just another chance to get each other naked, which I’m very much in favor of.
I park in front of the building and Corbin leads me to the front door with his hand on my lower back. We don’t speak as we take the elevator to his apartment on the 4 th floor. I sneak glances up at him as we walk down the hall. He’s so hard to read. I desperately want to know what he’s thinking, but I know I can’t ask. That’s not the kind of relationship we have.
He opens the door and holds it open for me. Before me is a large, open area with high ceilings and light-colored walls. On the opposite side of the room is a large window that takes up most of the wall. There’s a hallway to the right that I assume leads to the bedrooms. I take it all in, letting my gaze roam over the neat living room that holds a comfortable-looking couch and a large television. The kitchen is small but uncluttered. I turn back to face Corbin. He’s looking around the room as if trying to see it through my eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looks nervous, but that doesn’t make sense. I shoot him a grin.
“Dinner now or later?”
His gaze lands on me and I watch as my meaning becomes clear. He takes a step toward me, hooking a finger into one of my beltloops to pull me against him.
“Later,” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss me.
His kiss hits me just as hard as it had the first time. He’s like a drug that I can’t get enough of. Every kiss makes me want more. It’s never enough. I have the fleeting thought that it’s never going to be enough. I’m never going to get enough of him.
Corbin leads me down the short hallway and pushes open the door at the end. It’s his bedroom, but I don’t take the time to notice much beyond the bed. He stops kissing me long enough to take my small purse from me and toss it onto the dresser. Then he’s touching me again, kissing me again. His hands move leisurely over my body, stoking the fire inside me higher with every little touch. We’re normally tearing each other’s clothes off by now, but tonight he seems content to take his time. His mouth lingers on mine, each kiss making me want him just a little more. His hands come up to cradle my face, holding me gently but firmly. I let myself get lost in the feel of him; his lips, his hands on me, his warm body pressed against mine. I have another fleeting thought that I never want to stop kissing this man.
But then his lips are trailing down my jaw to my neck and I’m gasping, desire coiling tightly in my belly. Corbin’s hands slide under my shirt, his palms spread wide over my lower back. When he pushes the shirt up, I raise my arms so he can pull it over my head. His mouth curves into a little smile of appreciation just before he lowers his head to kiss my collar bone. He’s still moving slowly, taking his time. It’s as if he wants to savor the moment.
I’m not sure why this feels so much more deliberate than all the other times we’ve had sex. It’s as if by slowing down and taking our time, I’m forced to acknowledge what’s happening in the moment. I have time to analyze each kiss and lingering touch. There’s so much time for me to feel. And what I’m feeling is bigger than the desire and need I’ve felt before. I’m not sure I like it.
I reach down and grip Corbin through his pants, feeling the strange urge to move faster now.
“I want you,” I say, unzipping his pants and working my hand inside to touch him.
He groans quietly as I stroke him, my fingers sliding over his piercings. He doesn’t stop me when I pull him free of his pants and work my hand up and down his length. A small drop of moisture escapes the tip and I watch it, an idea forming in my mind.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper.
I drop to my knees before him, looking up at him. I grip him lightly in one hand while he stands there, waiting for me to move. I know there’s no way I’m fitting him into my mouth, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a taste. I open my mouth and give him a long lick from base to tip before wrapping my lips around him and sucking lightly.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, tangling a hand in my hair.
I focus on the head of his thick cock, licking and sucking while working him with my hands. I’m careful not to get too close to his piercings. I don’t want to chip a tooth. That unsexy thought is almost enough to make me laugh, but I manage not to .
“You look so good on your knees for me, angel,” he grits out.
I suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock while looking up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes are locked on me, his mouth slightly open as he pulls in shaky breaths. The look on his face is almost one of worship. It makes me feel powerful and in control. I give a little hum of appreciation and feel his hips twitch slightly. His grip on my hair tightens and he pulls out of my mouth.
“You need to stop before I get carried away,” he says.
I grin up at him. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
He shakes his head, a smirk on his face. “I’d need to remove some jewelry for that,” he says. “But one day.”
“Promise?”
His smirk turns into a full-blown smile. “Careful what you wish for.”
A shiver of dark anticipation courses through me as he reaches for my hand to pull me to my feet. He kisses me thoroughly before stepping back out of my reach and tucking his erection back into his pants. I tamp down the disappointment I feel as he zips his jeans.
“Take off your clothes,” he says, the air of command in his words.
I keep my gaze on his as I start to strip for him. I toss each garment behind me until I stand there naked before him. Corbin’s dark eyes rake over my skin from my head to my toes, making me want to squirm under his scrutiny .
“You’re so gorgeous,” he says, making me blush at the praise.
He skims a hand down over the curve of my breast, swirling a fingertip around my nipple until it turns into a stiff peak. He kisses me again, pulling my naked body against him. He walks me backward toward the bed until I have no choice but to sit on the edge. Corbin’s mouth moves over my jaw and down to my neck.
“Lie back,” he whispers. “It’s my turn to taste you.”
His hand on the center of my chest eases me backward until I’m lying on the bed. Corbin’s hands trail down my belly to my thighs until they reach my knees. Gripping them, he spreads me wide and props my feet on the bed.
“Stay right there,” he says before dropping to his knees between my spread legs.
“Goddamn, I love looking at you,” he whispers before I feel his tongue slide over me.
I gasp, my hips twitching of their own accord. This man has somehow learned my body so well in the short time we’ve been having sex. I don’t know how he knows exactly how much pressure to put on my clit or when to suck it between his lips to make me squirm, but I’m not complaining.
It doesn’t take long before I’m panting and clutching the blankets in my fist, trying to keep still while Corbin has his face buried between my legs. The intense pleasure builds in my lower body before spreading outward. My nipples are hard, little peaks and I can’t control the noises escaping from me. My eyes fall closed, and I begin to surrender myself to the magic of Corbin’s mouth. I feel his thick fingers slide into me, driving me higher. That’s when I hear the annoying buzzing of my phone ringing from where it’s spilled out of my purse onto the floor.
“Fuck,” I whisper, determined to ignore it.
But Corbin has another idea. Without removing his face from my pussy, he reaches for the phone and tosses it onto the bed beside me.
“Answer it.”
His stern words are muffled by the fact that his mouth is still busy with my pussy. My eyes fall shut as his tongue sweeps over my clit again, dragging me even closer to the edge. The phone buzzes again, threatening to pull me out of my blissful state, but I focus on Corbin’s mouth on my clit, his fingers filling me. I’m so close to coming; so close to getting lost in the waves of pleasure I know he can coax from me. Abruptly, he goes still. His fingers are still filling me, but they’ve stopped their steady rhythmic pumping. And his mouth is no longer on my clit.
“I said, answer it,” he says, his words a clear command.
I look down at where he’s positioned between my spread thighs, a question in my eyes. But I can see with one glance that he’s serious. All the while, the incessant buzzing of my phone goes on. He curls his fingers upward, lightly brushing against my g-spot, making me whimper. When my hips move of their own accord, seeking more of his touch, he brings his other hand across my hips to hold me still.
“Answer it,” he says. “Or I won’t let you come.”
I know it’s not an empty threat. If he wants to, he’ll keep me on the edge for hours, not letting me have the sweet release I crave. While the idea of being edged all night has its merits, I know I’m weak. I want to come. I want Corbin to make me come on his tongue. And then I want him to fill me up and make me come again with his thick length inside me. His fingers stroke my g-spot again and my mouth drops open.
“Do it, angel,” he says. “And make sure you stay quiet while I work.”
I reach for the phone, not bothering to look at the screen as I swipe to answer the call. It doesn’t matter who it is. There’s no way I’ll be able to comprehend a word they’re saying while Corbin is torturing me this way.
“Good girl,” he whispers before lowering his head to my pussy once more.
I do my best to tamp down the thrill I feel at those words. The sooner I can get through this phone call, the sooner I can give in to the pleasure of Corbin’s mouth and hands on me.
“Hello?”
I think my voice sounds somewhat normal, but I can’t be sure because Corbin’s licking my clit again. The pleasure radiates out from between my legs, spreading outward, threatening to encompass my entire body. Then I hear the absolute last voice I want to hear .
“Avery, darling. What took you so long to answer?” My mother says.
Shit.
My mouth drops open in a silent gasp as Corbin’s fingers begin to pump in and out of me, sliding against my g-spot each time.
“I was in the shower,” I say, my words tripping over each other as I try to avoid moaning into the phone.
“Oh,” she says. “I was calling to see if you’ve had your final dress fitting for the gala. You can’t put it off until the last minute, you know.”
Corbin’s tongue flicks faster against my clit and I feel my heartbeat speed up as my legs begin to shake.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What was that?” my mother asks.
“I’m going this week,” I say quickly, my hand fisting the blankets as I fight for control. I can’t have an orgasm while listening to my mother drone on about galas and dresses. It’s too much.
I look down at Corbin and shake my head, pleading silently with him to stop. But his eyes are lit with a mischievous glint, and I know he’s got no plans of stopping until I’m a writhing mess.
“Please.”
I mouth the word to him as his fingers pump faster into me. I can hear the wet sounds they make as he works them in and out, hitting my g-spot each time. My hips pump against his hand as if they have a mind of their own. All the while my mother is still talking about dresses. I can’t focus on her words. I’m past the point of comprehension. My body is wound so tightly that I know I’ll snap any second and scream out my orgasm to my mother and everyone within a two-block radius.
“Make sure you don’t let them take it in too much in the bust,” my mother says. “I don’t want to see your cleavage all over the internet like last year.”
“I won’t,” I say, desperate to agree to anything that will end this call quickly.
Corbin sucks lightly on my clit and I fight the urge to cry out. My entire body is a quivering mass of heightened nerve endings.
“Right then,” she says. “I won’t keep you longer, Avery. I can’t wait to see you. Only two more weeks!”
Finally!
“Me too,” I say, praying she can’t hear the breathless pants I’m struggling to hide.
“Bye bye, dear,” she says.
“Bye,” I squeak out, ending the call just before my inner walls begin to spasm around Corbin’s thick fingers. I drop the phone to the floor as my body bows, my back arching off the bed.
“That’s it, angel,” Corbin says, pumping his fingers in and out of my body faster than ever. “Come for me.”
The pressure in my lower body builds, and an unfamiliar feeling starts between my legs. There’s the familiar pleasure of an impending orgasm, but it’s mixed with something more intense that I almost want to shy away from .
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he says. “Give it to me.”
His fingers stroke against my g-spot over and over with every pounding thrust. I clench the blankets in my fists, needing something to anchor me here while the rest of me implodes. A keening cry is ripped from my body as I feel myself crashing over the edge. Every muscle in my body tenses and I feel a sudden rush of moisture between my legs. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced when I’ve come, even during my most intense orgasms.
“Fuck, baby,” Corbin groans. “You’re perfect.”
I open my eyes to see his gaze glued to the place where his fingers are still pumping in and out of my sopping wet pussy. His movements slow slightly as he watches.
“Please,” I moan, not even sure what I’m begging for at this point. My orgasm is still wracking my body with tremors and I’m struggling to breathe.
“I know, angel,” he croons. “You’re doing so fucking good. Your pretty pussy was made to squirt for me.”
My head drops back to the bed as my orgasm finally starts to subside. A sheen of sweat covers my body, and my heart is pounding so hard I think I can feel it in my toes. Corbin is still slowly sliding his fingers in and out of my overly sensitive pussy. I feel almost dizzy with the force of the orgasm he just pulled from me. And we haven’t even fucked yet. I open my eyes to see him lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on my throbbing clit, making my entire body jump. He keeps his eyes on me as he slips his fingers from my body .
I instantly miss the fullness of him inside me, but I know I won’t be empty for long. I can see his hand glistening with the evidence of what just happened as he licks his fingers. Part of me wonders if I should be embarrassed, but all I feel is satisfied. And greedy for more. He moves to stand, and I watch, taking in the colorful ink covering his bare chest. God, he’s gorgeous. I could look at him for hours and never get bored. But he doesn’t give me the chance to stare long. Instead, he reaches for his waistband, quickly unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down.
His thick cock is so hard it seems to be straining toward me. My belly tightens in anticipation of him sinking into me, filling me; so close I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin. I think I love this moment almost as much as I love the moment of release. He grips his shaft, giving himself one long, slow stroke, his hand rolling over the head and all those piercings that I know are going to drive me wild.
“You ready, angel?”
I can only nod, my gaze glued to where he’s still lightly stroking himself as he moves in closer, lining up the head of his cock to my waiting pussy. I lean up onto my elbows to watch as he rubs himself against me, covering himself in the slick moisture he pulled from me moments ago. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. Until he slides lower and starts to push inside me. He moves slowly, filling me inch by inch as we both watch. My body has grown used to his size after the past few weeks and there’s little resistance when he pushes deeper. My mouth falls open as the first piercing slides against my sensitive g-spot. But when he’s fully seated inside me, a little gasp escapes me at the fullness, the rightness of this feeling.
“Oh, baby, you fit this cock like you were made for it,” he murmurs.
I love the filthy, sweet things he says to me when we’re together like this. It’s sexy and dirty, but it also sends a warmth through me that has nothing to do with what he’s doing between my legs. I never knew I needed the kind of validation Corbin gives me when we’re together until now. Before, I’d always had some small thought in the back of my mind that what I was doing was wrong or bad. Especially if I was enjoying it too much. Sex was always fun, but I never knew it could be like this. With no shame or embarrassment. Only pleasure and taking joy in another person’s body, as well as my own. No matter what happens between me and Corbin, I’ll forever be grateful he gave me that.
My thoughts scatter as he starts to move, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. His hands grip my thighs, pulling my legs up high as he fucks into me, our bodies making wet, slapping sounds with every thrust. I can already feel the pressure building again in my lower body, preparing me for another orgasm. Held as I am with my legs in the air, I can only reach out and grip Corbin’s forearms, my fingers digging into his skin as he uses my body .
“Touch your clit,” he commands. “Play with it.”
Immediately, I release his arm and my hand drops between my spread legs, zeroing in on my clit. I’m so wet that my fingers slide over it with no resistance, sending a bolt of pleasure through me that has me gasping.
“That’s it, angel. Come on my cock. You know you want it.”
His encouragement is nearly enough to send me spiraling over the edge. I love the roughness in his voice, the way his words are choppy with the force of his thrusts, the intense focus of his eyes on me. It’s as if nothing else exists but the two of us. Here. Now. As if watching me come is the single most important thing in Corbin’s world. That kind of intense focus? It’s fucking hot.
“Let me feel it,” he growls.
His hips slam into mine over and over as my fingers work circles over my clit. I’m so close I can feel the faint flutters that signal my impending orgasm. My mouth hangs open and every exhale has become a moan.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says. “Now, give me one more.”
God, I love his dirty words. He makes me want to please him. I press my fingers harder against my clit as I rub, the increased pressure finally sending me over the edge. My pussy clamps down hard on Corbin’s cock, and I cry out. He doesn’t slow or stop his thrusts, fucking me through every spasm of pleasure. He keeps talking, telling me how good I am, how perfect I feel, and how much he loves to see me come. His words seem to spur me on, prolonging my pleasure until I’m forced to pull my hand away from my sensitive clit.
His thrusts slow to a stop, and I finally open my eyes to see him watching me, a look of dark satisfaction on his face. That’s when I realize that he’s still hard as iron inside me. He smirks as if hearing my thoughts. Slowly, he slides out of me and stands between my legs, looking down at where I’m spread open before him.
“I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he says. “Turn over. On your knees.”
My body moves immediately. Before my mind can even comprehend his words, I’m bent over on my knees with my ass in the air. I hear a faint chuckle from behind me as his hand slides over my ass and up my spine.
“See? It’s not so hard to do what I say, is it?”
His voice is playful, but there’s a hint of darkness in his words. I know he likes it when I push back. He likes it when I’m a little bratty almost as much as he likes when I give in. But this instant following of orders? He doesn’t see much of that from me.
“Maybe I need to fuck the brat out of you more often,” he says from behind me.
The idea of him fucking me into submission every day is almost enough to make my knees give out.
“Mm,” I murmur. “Maybe so.”
Then I feel his hard cock sliding between my legs, coming up to nudge my clit before sliding back again. Without further warning, he presses into me, filling me in one quick, thrust. I moan at the sudden fullness. The change in angle has him hitting a different place inside me, one that’s shocking in its intensity.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
He begins to move, keeping his pace slow at first. He slides all the way out until just the head is inside me before pushing back in until he’s buried to the hilt. His fingers grip my ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. I can’t help but wonder what he’s seeing from his vantage point, though I think I have an idea.
“You look so good like this. Taking me so deep.”
I can’t form a response. I can only focus on the feel of him, filling me over and over from behind. His rough grip on my ass is in direct opposition to the almost gentle way he’s fucking my pussy. He’s always surprising me. I never know what he’s going to do next when we’re together.
One of his hands releases my ass and I feel his fingers on my pussy, sliding through the moisture there. I gasp as his fingers brush my clit, but he doesn’t linger there long. Instead, I feel his fingers against my asshole, gently probing without penetrating me. A little thrill goes through me as I wonder how far he’s going to take this. He hasn’t mentioned anything about anal since our first time together. I’d almost forgotten about it. Until now.
Each time he slides out of my pussy, I feel his finger press against my asshole, massaging the tight ring of muscle. I’m shocked to find that it feels better than I expected. I focus on the pleasure and try to push out any thoughts of it being wrong or taboo. With each press of his finger against me, I feel my pussy growing wetter. It’s as if my body has already decided it wants this, even if my head is still thinking about it.
“You like it, don’t you angel?” Corbin murmurs.
I nod. “Yes.” My voice is a whisper.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
“Keep going,” I say. “Slow.”
“Don’t move,” he says.
It’s all the warning I get before he pulls out of me, and his hands are gone. I drop my head down onto the bed between my elbows, trying to catch my breath. But he’s back within seconds, his hands on my hips and his cock at my entrance.
“This might be a little cold,” he says before I feel a cool drizzle of liquid between my cheeks.
I gasp at the shock of coolness, but it only lasts a second before I feel Corbin’s finger at my backdoor again, lightly massaging as he fills my pussy with his cock. He goes still once he’s fully sheathed inside me, and I feel my inner walls flutter around his length.
“Try to relax,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good.”
His words of praise have the same effect they always do. The warmth in my chest spreads throughout my body and I have that overwhelming urge to keep pleasing him. So, I do my best to relax the muscles in my lower body as Corbin presses against me again. He keeps up the light probing as he thrusts in and out of my pussy. Each time, his finger presses just a little harder, making me gasp. When his finger pushes inside the tight ring of muscle, my body instinctively tenses against the odd feeling. I force myself to take a deep breath and concentrate on relaxing.
“That’s so good, angel,” he says.
I feel his finger twist slightly as he works it in a little deeper. My breath catches against the pressure and strange fullness, but I keep still, waiting for him to push deeper into my ass. Instead, I feel his cock move the barest inch as he flexes his hips against me. The sensation reminds me that he’s filling both my holes right now and the knowledge is hot as fuck. I gasp when he does it again. This time, Corbin uses the distraction of his movement to press his finger deeper into my ass and I feel the moment his knuckle passes the resistance of the first tight ring of muscle. I gasp at the intrusion, but it’s not a bad feeling. Just different. The pressure is just on this side of pain, but it hints at something more pleasurable if I’m willing to try. He holds there, giving me a chance to get used to this new sensation.
I think about the way we must look right now. Me, bent over with my ass in the air while Corbin fills both my holes. I almost wish I had a mirror. The idea sends a bolt of pleasure and lust through me, and I feel my inner walls clamp down on both his finger and his cock.
“Damn, baby,” he grinds out. “You’re going to fucking kill me if you keep doing that.”
“Sorry,” I pant. “Can’t help it.”
"How do you feel?" he asks, concern in his tone .
"Full," I whisper, pressing back against him just a little. "I need—"
“I know what you need,” he interrupts.
His hips grind against my ass, pushing both his cock and his finger deeper into me and pulling a moan from deep in my chest. Fuck . That feels incredible.
“More,” I manage.
As if that single word had been the permission Corbin was waiting for, he begins to move, sliding in and out of my pussy. He keeps his finger buried in my ass, unmoving. But each time his cock fills me, his pelvis presses against the place where his finger fills my ass. And each time, I cry out with the sensation. I can already feel myself building toward another orgasm, the pleasure radiating from everywhere Corbin is touching. Each shallow thrust of his cock inside me builds another layer of erotic pleasure. I feel the finger in my ass press downward, pulling a cry from me.
“Fuck,” Corbin growls. “You feel so good. I can feel myself fucking you.”
His finger presses downward again as he thrusts into me, pressing his cock harder against my g-spot. I scream as my orgasm slams into me, every muscle in my lower body spasming against him. The waves of pleasure pummel me, pulling more cries from my lips as Corbin’s hips move faster. I’m pushing back against him with each thrust, needing more of him, more of his cock, his finger, his praise. It’s not long before his free hand grips my hip with bruising strength and he groans behind me, pulling out of me completely, leaving me empty. I feel a warm spray on my ass and another on my back. Corbin lets out another long groan as he spills his load all over my ass. I feel him press against my ass again, but this time it’s not his finger. His cock twitches against me, spent.
“One day, angel,” he pants, pressing harder against me. “One day I’m going to fill this pretty ass. And you’re going to love it.”
I can only pant loudly as I try to catch my breath. But I secretly think he’s not wrong. Because that? That was fucking hot. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. And the orgasm I had with him filling both my holes? Out of this world.
When did I turn into this person? When did I become this woman who craves every dirty, depraved thing a man wants to do? Or maybe she’s always been inside me and I just didn’t know. Maybe it took someone like Corbin to coax her out of me. I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m just happy to be living in the moment with a man who makes me feel so incredible.
I know he’s keeping me at arm’s length. He wants to keep this thing between us strictly physical, and I respect his wishes. I won’t push him for more, and I won’t beg him to feel more than he does. I knew the score when we started this thing. He’s never promised me more than sex, and I agreed to those terms. So, I know where I stand when it comes to Corbin’s feelings. I won’t ask him for more. But I worry it might already be too late for me.