Lessons in Corruption (4)

LYDIA'S POV

Before I could fully process his words, Daniel reached for me. One moment I was sitting beside him, my heart hammering against my ribs, and the next he had pulled me onto his lap. I gasped, my hands instinctively finding his shoulders. With little to no effort he quickly took down the top part of my dress

“I've waited so damn long for this,” he growled as his rough calloused hand travelled to cup the curve of my breast. “I'm gonna take care of that ache so you can think clearly again.”

He slaps my breasts, causing me to feel the sting travel directly to my center like a lightning bolt of intense pleasure, before surprising me by using his leg to spread mine and grind his erect penis to my core. His hands slowly slip down my dress as he uses his fingers to part my lips.

“I'm gonna fuck this tight, pink, pure, little pussy until it's swollen and red and you pass out from pleasured pain.” My toes curl into themselves and I gasp as I feel him thrust a finger into me.

“Oh God,” I moan at the sensation that's blowing my mind. I've never felt anything like it. His long thick fingers reaching into the most intimate part of me. I'm on fire, burning internally with the tightness within me bound so tight I could burst.

“There you go,” he whispers in my ear, making the sexiest sounds with his finger. “Call for him. See who comes first”. I use my hands to cover my mouth in hopes of reducing my moans. “Him, or me.”

He removes the finger and runs it down my slit and I feel just how wet it is down there. Pushing the finger back into me, I buck my hips back, fisting the dress.

“Danny,” I moan, feeling myself take his finger and squeeze onto it.

He removes it slowly before I feel another finger joining it. There's a slight sting this time as he rotates the digits, almost testing to see how far he can stretch me.

“I'm taking all of this for myself,” he whispers, pulling the fingers out and trailing them up to my puckered hole that clenches when he touches it. It feels so strange, and inherently wrong and I can't help but wish he'd touch anywhere else. “Know this Lydia. There's no escaping me”

I feel his mouth sucking a path down my neck as his fingers begin moving, a loud throaty moan leaves my chest. It's as if I have no control over my body anymore. His other hand skillfully locates my breast as he begins to massage my nipples and suck on the other.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my stomach feeling so tight I could explode internally. I feel the rupture bound to release; the break, the crest in the wave…..

“I can't….it's happening…..” I breathe.

His tongue laps my breast as fingers fill me in the place that aches to be filled. With my eyes closed tightly, the most intense feeling washed over me. It stems from my lower stomach exploding outward throughout my spine. I hold my breath as it cycles through me, this euphoric mind blowing sensation that literally cripples me. I cry out, embracing it. And then as quick as it washed over me, I'm numb all over.

I feel my hair getting pulled from the crown, lifting me for my hazy bliss.

"Suck, “he demands, leaning over me with his wet fingers coated with my cum. I obey, wrapping my lips around his fingers tasting myself on it. He groans as I pop off the end, feeling the weight of his heavy cock resting on my backside through his pants quickly without another thought, he expertly moves us to the back seat, I lay on my back as he undoes his belt, taking it, he wraps the leather around my wrists, and connects the other end to the door handle successfully holding me in place. I'm still swirling for my first orgasm given by a man who is forbidden for me. Suddenly the feeling of his warm, fleshy cock runs against my sensitive and swollen clit.

“Call for your God now,” he says gruffly, “Because after I dirty you the way I intend, you're gonna need some saving to cling to.”

DANIEL'S POV

I take deep breaths as I watch beautiful Lydia spread open before me moaning out something useless into the seats, probably still revealing in the aftermath of her orgasm. I don't think I have ever seen such a perfect pussy in all my life. It screams innocence and purity and the urge to destroy it is at an all-time high, especially after she just came all over my fingers. I'm bound by her. My balls are tight and heavy as fuck; my cock, already leaking precum painfully aching and seeking relief as it hangs store daily between us.

I know she's clean. She's so pure it hurts. It's been years since I properly fucked, so using protection is just nothing I'm interested in. If we are going to fuck I'm going to feel it all. Fuck the rest.

I grip the base of my cock, rolling the pierced head along her warm, swollen lips. She jacks in response, pulling her leg wider, I lean to whisper into her ear.

“You're gonna need to breathe through this.”

I push the head of my cock in, forcing it into her tight cunt, watching her walls cave in around it as she cries into her hand. Gripping the hair at her crown again, I pull her face off the seat

“No,” I growl, tightening my grip. “I need to hear the angels leave your body through your throat.”

She lets out a sob. “Please be gentle…”

“I'll try my best darling”

I spit down on my cock, wetting it up higher in order to ease myself inside her virgin walls watching as her knuckles turn white from her hold on her dress, I push my way in deep and fast, with a forceful trust.

She gasps, a cry escaping her throat as she stretches to accommodate me. Her walls slowly loosen, but the grip is so tight, her pussy clamps around me like a fist. I grown loudly, forgetting just how good sex can feel as she cries through her moans

“Fuck, this view,” I grunt, pulling back out slightly and seeing her come and blood coating my dick, the curves of her frame beneath me screaming of feminity in its perfection.

"This body was built for sin.” picking up the piece. I drop her hair and grip onto the thick flesh of her hips, driving myself into her faster and harder, falling into the feeling of being the first one here. Mine. My balls tighten as they slap against her skin. Surely leaving her lips nice and red from the assault. She screams loudly before I bend over her wrapping a palm around her mouth. I still myself deep inside her, my cock hardening further as I feel her clamp down on me yet again.

“Careful now,” I growl. “We don't need anyone coming up here”

She says something muffled in my hand, but I'm over it. I'm so close. It's been too long since I've felt a pussy wrapped so tightly around my shaft. I've dreamed of this day with her since she became old enough, since she began sneaking glances at me, envisioning the moment she realizes her body is dripping for me, like it is now. Her arousal is leaking like a fucking faucet all over my cock.

Fuck.

With my hand over her mouth, I feel her teeth sink into the skin of my fingers, and it's all I can take. Pain along with pleasure, sends me over the edge. Violence is my love language, and she speaks my native tongue. I feel her clench around me one last time as she moans through my hand and her orgasm hits her like a wave.

I'm gonna lose it.

I quickly slide out of her, gripping the base of my shaft, kneeling over her as she pants, I grab her neck in one hand commanding her to stick her pink tongue out, wanting her to swallow everything I'm about to give her. Her tears stain her cheeks as her dark, long hair sticks to the side of her face. She peers up at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure. I fist the tip of my wet cock, and release myself on her heaving chest. Ropes of white hot com pump out of me coating her face, her lips, her collarbone, her breast like a beautiful necklace. Her own personal rosary. as I glance back down at her. Her hand goes to her chest, she touches the mess I've made getting some on her fingers before sucking my cum off.

For several minutes, I simply held her.

The adrenaline that had carried me through the night was fading, leaving behind a sobering awareness of what we'd actually done, I looked down at Lydia.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing gradually settling. She looked exhausted, and something inside me tightened.

“Lydia?”

Her eyes opened slowly.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded.

“I'm fine.”

I studied her face, unconvinced.

“Don't just say that because you think that's what I want to hear.”

A faint smile touched her lips.

“I promise.”

I gently adjusted her dress and made sure she was comfortable before pulling her closer again.

“If anything hurts, tell me.”

She looked at me for a moment, almost surprised by the question.

“I will.”

I nodded, but I still couldn't shake the uneasiness in my chest. I'd wanted her for years. I’d imagined this moment more times than I cared to admit. But I hadn't imagined what it would feel like afterward, the silence, the guilt. The knowledge that when morning came, I would have to look her brother in the eye knowing exactly what had happened between us. I glanced through the window, the first hints of dawn were beginning to appear above the church.

I tightened my arms around her, whatever happened when that sun finally rose, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. There was no going back.