“Maybe this was a bad idea, but it doesn’t feel wrong, and I don’t want to stop, Izabella.”
“I don’t either, Corbin,” she breathed against his mouth.
She groaned when he sucked her tongue inside of his mouth. His cock was so hard, so hot and big against her belly, and every time he thrust against her, dry humping her, she grew wetter, her nipples becoming harder. Izabella couldn’t ever remember a time when she’d been this aroused.
It’s because you’re here with Corbin.
She’d lusted after him all through her teenage years, and seeing him with other women had broken her heart, but it wasn’t like she’d ever admitted how she felt, so why should he have cared? To him she’d always been Crestin’s friend, or so she thought. He’d clearly thought about her in a sexual capacity seeing where they were right now.
But now he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
“I love the way you feel, the way you taste against my tongue.”
Her nipples tingled, and her pussy clenched.
“I’m so fucking hard for you, Izabella,” he groaned against her lips and thrust his erection more firmly into her belly. “Touch my cock, stroke it, baby.” He moved his mouth by her ear. “I need you to touch it. Fuck, I’ve been jerking off to the image of you doing it for longer than I even want to admit.”
“Corbin.” She whispered his name. Her throat was so tight that her arousal was burning her alive. “Is this really happening?”
“Fuck yeah, it is, Izabella. And I don’t want it to end.” He had his hand on her ass now, his fingers curled into her bare flesh, squeezing, adding pressure and pain to the pleasure. He used his other hand to take hold of her wrist, moved their conjoined hands between their bodies while holding her gaze with his, and made her touch his dick.
Of course she wanted to feel his hardness, to have all that length and girth in her grasp.
She felt the massive length of him, and an involuntary gasp left her. As he removed his hand and she started stroking his erection up and down, the chilled sensation of what was clearly a piercing had her stilling, but her pulse racing.
He took a step back, just enough that when she looked down she could see his dick, easily nine inches in length, dotted with pre-cum at the tip, and having a hoop right through the crown.
Oh. God.
Her pussy clenched at the need to have him shoved deep inside her, to stretch her with arousal, and a small gasp left her.
“God, you’re so big, Corbin.” Her throat was so dry, her tongue swelling as the carnal desire to have his cock in her mouth overrode everything in her.
“You make it that hard, baby,” he said in a gruff voice at the base of her throat, his lips and tongue moving up at down her neck. She wrapped her hand around his cock more firmly, felt her pulse jump at the base of her throat, and tried to get enough oxygen in her lungs.
Izabella knew she could have probably climaxed from the feel of him alone. She was so turned on, so hot for this bad boy, that if he just touched her pussy right now she’d explode for him, just come right here. Her clit was engorged, her pussy saturated, and her inner muscles clenching for his big dick.
Stroking him faster and adding more pressure, Izabella could do nothing but stare at him and watch the change in his expression. He was trying to stay calm, but the hard mask of his face shifted to his pleasure. His jaw was clenched, the muscles under his scruff covered skin flexing.
“That’s it, Izabella.” His words were gruff, slightly broken up. “Christ, baby, that is so fucking it.” He groaned, his light blue eyes flashing with fire from his arousal. Corbin moved his other hand on her ass as well, so now both palms cupped her cheeks, squeezing them, spreading them apart slightly.
They still had their shirts on, and she wanted the damn offending material ripped free of them.
It was like he read her mind, or maybe he saw that conclusion on her expression, because a second later he took a step back, all but tore the material of her shirt away, and looked down at her bared breasts. Her bra covered the mounds, but she wanted some control as well. She unhooked the bra and let the article of clothing drop to the floor.
She wanted him to hold her harder, to make there be bruises come morning. She wanted that proof that she’d been here with Corbin, that he’d owned every part of her. His mouth was back on hers, and he took control of her, swallowed the sound that came out of her mouth on its own.