Page 30 of A Corruption Dark & Deadly

Once he broke the kiss, he flipped her on her stomach and gripped her hips so her back arched and her butt was high in the sky. He didn't warn her, didn't do anything except thrust his hard cock into her and she let out a cry. It hurt. It hurt like hell but Jesus, there was still that dull pleasure that coated itself in his cock.

He wasted no time to fuck her from behind. She was certain her hips would bruise underneath his grip but somehow, it didn't hurt. At least, she was distracted from the pain. The way his cock filled her up caused her to feel such incandescent pleasure from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Electricity swam through her fingertips. Every piece of her skin, every nerve, every hair, was honed in on him and his body. Every time he hit her core, more electricity shot out. Like he was giving and taking at the same time.

This wasn't about her. She knew that and she wasn't offended by it. If anything, she wanted him to take what he needed from her in order to satisfy his urge. She liked being used, she liked that there was no romance or intimacy between them in this moment. It was just about pleasure. It was just about him coming inside of her.

Annie had always been a fan of sex. But she always preferred a respectful act of making love - eye contact, no talking, romance and sweetness with a sprinkle of dirty. But Jericho was everything equally all wrapped up into one person. Somehow, he made her crave the raw, loveless sort of sex as much as she craved the intimate, romantic sort of sex. She could have both if she wanted, with him. He would give her whatever she wanted; all she needed to do was ask.

"Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want you to come all over my cock before I do so you better hurry because I'm not stopping." And then he spanked her.

Jesus Christ, indeed. She couldn't believe what this felt like.

Annie loved when he told her what to do, like she meant nothing to him. She wanted more of that disrespect. She wanted more of that nothingness.

She obeyed him. How could she not? Her fingers flew over her clit and all of her weight was on her left hand. She had to angle her back just so, shift her weight slightly. But even so, she wasn't able to hold herself up so her upper body collapsed into the bed and Jericho placed one hand on her back, holding her down while ensuring her ass stayed high in the air.

Her fingers still danced across her clitoris and she couldn’t help but grunt and groan. Not only was she feeling good with Jericho’s thrusting but it was taking a lot out of her to hold herself up and position in just the right way where he wasn’t hurting her and it hit her in just the right spot. Annie couldn’t help the noises that came out of her mouth if she tried.

“Look at yourself,” Jericho said. “Watch me fuck you.”

Annie picked her head up and looked at the full-length mirror that served as the sliding closet door to the master bedroom’s walk-in closet. She had never really thought about watching herself get fucked before, but once she caught sight of Jericho’s muscled body behind her, moving back and forth at her opening, she found she couldn’t stop. He was bulky, filled with muscle that coiled across his skin. Each time he thrust, his abdomen squeezed and she could see it ripple. Her eyes were drawn to the sheen of sweat on his shoulders and between his abs and she had the sudden urge to lick the sweat off of his body. His hair was messy and she loved the way it fell in his face, loved the way it framed his face.

Just looking at him got her halfway there.

But it was his face, the way he was looking at his cock going in and out of her, that really made a difference. It looked awed, filled with pleasure, and concentrated all at once. His brow was wrinkled, his eyes narrowed and focused, and his mouth hung open like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

And then, she felt herself start to get close. She squeezed her inner muscles, coating him in her wetness, a sign that she was close. He let out a groan and she felt his grip on her tighten. He continued to thrust steady, which she appreciated more than she thought she would. For some reason, whenever she indicated that she was about to climax, the guy she was with would start thrusting faster or harder, and while she did climax, it wouldn’t have been the same if he had just kept steady and made her come the way that got her there in the first place.

But Jericho was experienced. He knew how to make her feel desired and good about herself. He knew how to make her body feel better than they expected it to.

It wasn’t long before she shattered around his cock with a shout. She nearly fell into the bed but somehow, she held steady. She gripped the sheets with her fingers. Her knuckles were white and her hands shook. She didn’t think she could hold on any longer.

And then she heard his breathing get ragged. She knew he was coming, could feel his member start to throb inside of her, twitching and moaning as it released all of him deeply into her walls. She loved when he came inside of her. It made her feel complete, whole. It made her feel branded, like she belonged to him and nobody else.

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That morning at work, Annie felt her body still thrum with tingles thanks to her escapades when she awoke. She had never had sex right before work, and she had to shower and change quickly if she wanted to get to work on time, but it was well worth the rush. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun after being dried as quickly as possible with her hair dryer and she threw on the first outfit she saw – a red pencil skirt and a white blouse with nude heels. It was a little daring, if bold, but she didn’t particularly care.

Jericho made a quick breakfast for her while she was in the shower – pancakes with fresh strawberries rather than the Denver omelets due to time, and as she gobbled them down, he murmured, “You know, you could always quit and you would never have to worry about rushing to get to work on time.”

Annie looked up at him with a mouthful of food. She swallowed it down with a glass of milk. “While I appreciate the offer,” she told him, “I actually really do like my job.”

Jericho nodded. “Well, if you ever don’t,” he told her, his pale green eyes serious, “my offer still stands.”

Annie smiled and finished her breakfast. She kissed him quickly on the lips and headed up the stairs to brush her teeth and put on some perfume.

By the time she reached her office, she was just on time. She leaned back in her chair, her food still not quite digested in her stomach, and she rubbed her bloat, trying to make it go away. After a few more minutes, she was ready to start her day.

Just after noon, her phone chirped with a text. It was from her high school friend, Carmen Mendoza.

Call me now, girl!

Annie pressed her lips together, pushing her brow up. What could compel Carmen to text her that? Did people find out about her and Jericho? Was she pissed Annie hadn’t told her about this first? She could understand and she definitely owed her friend an explanation.

Annie leaned toward her desk and dialed Carmen’s number on her office phone. Carmen picked up after one ring.

“Girl, you will never believe what happened,” she opened up with.

At that moment, Annie felt like an idiot. Why would she automatically assume Carmen was texting about her? That was selfish and self-involved. Annie was better than that. She needed to make it up to Carmen, even though Carmen had no idea anything was wrong in the first place.