Page 42 of Corrupting Lily
With a clear mind, her hesitation vanishes, and she almost succeeds in stealing the little string of sanity I am holding onto. Her warm mouth engulfs the tip of my cock, and I am transported to a place reserved for better souls than mine. Heaven. This is as close as I will ever get. And I’d be goddamned if the appeal doesn’t lodge itself deep inside me. This is a feeling I could become a junkie for. Strung up on a drug currently trying to fit my whole cock in her mouth. It hits the back of her throat and she gags slightly which only succeeds in strangling my dick further, amplifying the feeling.
When I look down, her eyes are watery, but the desire has not lessened. Instead, she looks up at me as if this is turning her on justas much. The thought of leaning down and finding that cunt of hers weeping for this cock sucking generates a thrust of my hips in response. I want to fuck her. And I will, soon. But I will give her this power first. She wants to feel in control, and she is. But then, so am I. We share it in this space, and I can see the flare of realization in her eyes when I wrap my hand around her wet hair. If she could smile, she would. Between us, we set the pace while she takes more and more of me.
“Breath through your nose,il mio fiorellino, and relax your throat.” She nods and obeys, closing her eyes as she edges more of me down her tight hole.
“Fuck, little flower, you are taking me so well. You look like a goddam work of art, my cock stuffed down your tight throat like a good fucking girl. You. Are. Perfect,” I growl, punctuating the words with thrusts as my flower moans around the ramming I am giving her. I can feel my orgasm building as her eyes open, the desire in them chasing my release. She must sense it as she starts increasing her pace, deep-throating me more vigorously, faster and faster as that magic tongue of hers swirls along the underside of my shaft.
With a final graze of her teeth, my restraint vanishes, streams of come shooting down her throat as I spasm in her mouth. She moans, and when I open my eyes, her hand is between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously as she chases a similar release.
I slide my cock out, her puffy lips glistening with my release. Her eyes fly open, a frown forming on her face. Before she can say anything, I pick her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. Once out of the tub, I walk over to the wall and push her up against the tiles, the temperature contrast making her shiver. Then I hook first one arm, then the other, under her thighs, pushing her further up the cool surface.
At this level, her breasts are directly in front of me, tempting me to fulfil one of the many dreams I’ve had. And so I do. In my fantasy, they fit my mouth perfectly, and reality is no different. My tongue circles the dusty pink of her areole, her intake of breath pushing them further into my mouth.
“Your breasts are fucking beautiful.” She whimpers, her hands lacing through my hair as she trembles in my arms. She is unaccustomed to being worshipped. A goddess that has been treated as anything but that. She has been crafted for that exact purpose. And yet, someone chose to do the exact opposite. Desecrate this temple. Until now. And lucky for me, Lily is not as broken as she thinks she is. My words, my touch, have the power to heal her. I saw it in the change room when my hand cupped hers, our fingers bringing her to release. And also the first time I tasted her.
I growl at the thought, and she squirms, followed by a gasp when my mouth moves from one to the other. I gently nip her hard nipple and then suck, the moan a sound that should be recorded and played back, just for the feral desire it elicits in me. Lily is squirming and pulling on my hair, nonsensical words falling from her lips as I lavish her breasts with the attention they deserve.
“I just…I don’t…It feels so good. Oh my god, Dominico.” The words of a woman who has never experienced proper nipple play. An erogenous zone that could easily make them come if done correctly. But I don’t want to waste that sweet nectar on this just yet. Instead, I push her further up.
“W-what are you doing?” she squeals, her eyes shadowed with lust and excitement.
“Legs over my shoulders, little flower.” Her eyes flare with realization, and then she places first one and then the other as directed, leaving her beautiful, glistening cunt exactly where I want it.Ready to feast.
She steadies herself with her hands flat against the tiles.
“Your smell. It drives me crazy. And your taste,” I growl just thinking of it.
She moans, and when I look up, her eyes are nearly black from how they have dilated.
She is high on sexual pleasure. And with the confusion and innocence surrounding her interactions, I sense this might be a first for her—this level of arousal. Therefore, I will make it memorable.
I lick her inner thigh before edging toward her soaked center, my tongue just grazing her labia. She moans and tries to shift herself, to align her core with my mouth. I circle the area with my tongue, drawing louder sounds from her. Uninhibited. Free. When my tongue swipes a path through her center, she mumbles my name sensually, my ministrations consuming her. Destroying her. No other thoughts exist now—only thoughts of me and her. There is no yesterday, no tomorrow. Only this moment, balanced on the head of a needle. A pinpoint of pleasure and pressure. The bundle of nerves winding her tightly, the hard little nub of pure ecstasy, meets with my tongue, and then I suck hard, her gentle moans turning to screams.
That’s all it takes as she unravels, shuddering against my mouth, which is willing and more than ready to lap up the aftermath. Everything about her is exquisite, and the taste of her cream on my tongue is no exception. I am ravenous and realize that no matter how often I do this, I will never be satiated. I could never have enough of her.
I unhook her legs and slide her down. When we are face to face, her glazed-over eyes stare at me like I have handed her the meaning of life. But it is she who has given me that. I never knew I lacked it until this moment. Until her.
I capture her lips as her hands delve into my hair, the taste of ourmost intimate parts mingling decadently—a concoction of pure lust and desire. The kiss is intimate and profound, our tongues stroking and teeth nipping. It consumes me to kiss Lily like this, our naked bodies pressed against one another as if there is no end, two souls becoming one. This moment changes everything. She is mine.
When our lips part and lungfuls of air sweep in, pushing away some of the fog caused by this sexual haze, I know what I must do. The thought had crossed my mind before, and I justified its creation by saying it was to protect Lily. But the truth is, I am hers. Body, mind, and soul. As dark as it is. And she is mine. Who would have thought that the thing missing in my life is the most innocent, pure woman in the world, the absolute opposite of my very existence? Of the world I have brought her into. And I’m not even surprised at how quickly I have fallen. I have been waiting for thirty-nine years for her.
I know what I want, and it is this woman. So, we will make it official.
In one week, Lily Valentine will be Lily Sante, and then there will be no escape. For her or her enemies.
Chapter 27
Lily
I’m dreaming—a delicious dream. I moan as hands massage my thighs and then push them open, spreading them before a wet tongue flattens out against my core, lapping me from center to bottom and then back up again. I allow my legs to fall to the side, spreading myself open like butterfly wings, offered up as a feast.
“Mmmm, yes,” I purr, my hands delving into soft hair, thrusting my pussy up while pushing the head down, creating more friction.
“Yes. Fuck my face,il mio fiorellino.” The muffled voice halts my actions as my eyes fly open, reality crashing down on me like a cold bucket of ice.
Oh, goddamn. It's not a dream.
I am lying in Dominico's bed, our bed, and the same man has his head between my legs, eating me out while the birds chirp outside, signaling morning.
