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As she walked out of the bedroom, she paused in the doorway and looked across the hall. Malik’s door was closed. She knew he was behind it, enjoying an extra-long sleep. Standing there, staring at his door, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d teased him too much. Had she pushed him to the edge until he couldn’t contain himself anymore?
The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Of course, if you teased someone relentlessly, they were bound to get frustrated. How they went about releasing that frustration would be different, depending on their personality. Clearly, Malik was the kind who would attach himself to any nearby female to get what he so desperately needed.
Instead of going downstairs, as she’d intended, she found herself meandering over to Malik’s door. Only when it was open, and she was stepping inside, did she pause to think about what the hell she was doing. Her pussy was pulsing between her legs and her mind was set on the fact that she’d been depriving him for far too long. This only meant one thing—he was going to finally get his way, he was going to have Birgitta all to himself.
She looked at his peaceful, sleeping face and felt adrenaline pulse through her. Her muscles pumped, her heart raced, and her mind seemed to turn off. There was only one thing she needed to do and it was all she could think about.
She left the door open as she crept inside, trying not to wake him. It didn’t take long for her hands to find their way to his covers, gently peeling them back from his body. Malik stirred a little but never woke. Birgitta was careful, making sure that every move she made didn’t cause him to stir.
His face was relaxed, his mouth slightly open. His long, black eyelashes fluttered as his eyes moved behind his eyelids. Birgitta could have watched him for hours . . . but she had a job to do. Once his covers were removed, stuffed at the end of the bed and over his feet, she knelt on the wood floor.
Dead ahead of her was his crotch. He was only wearing a thin pair of briefs, fitting snugly around his package. She could see the outline of everything in there, his dark skin seeping through the white, thin fabric. Saliva rushed into her mouth as she looked at his cock, letting her eyes drift down the shaft.
Birgitta leaned forward, feeling her knees press against the cold wood below, and let her fingertips stroke the top of his waistband. Within a second, her nails had peeled back the material, revealing his cock in all its glory. She leaned forward farther, trying to get a good look at it. It was long and dark and, soon, it would be ready to go.
There was no other choice for her—she had to gently grab hold of it and begin to stroke. It was warm and soft in her hand, but not for long. Blood rushed to his shaft, filling it and making it grow. Birgitta couldn’t help but stare at it as it engorged in her hand. She wanted to lick it, to suck it, to have it in her mouth, and to taste it.
Just as she leaned forward, her mouth open and ready to take it, Malik’s dark hand clamped around her wrist. A small cry left Birgitta’s lips at the shock of it. She looked up to Malik, scared and confused. He kept hold of her as he sat up in bed, releasing his feet and putting them down on the ground on either side of her.
“I’m sorry,” Birgitta whispered, not sure why she was apologizing. “I couldn’t help myself, I just wanted a taste.”
Malik didn’t reply. Instead, he stood up from the bed, yanking Birgitta up with him. She stumbled to her feet, moaning and whining at the roughness of his touch. He didn’t care. Instead of helping her onto the bed, he threw her down. Birgitta struggled to stay upright but Malik’s hands centered on her back, shoving her face down into the mattress.
“Malik,” she moaned, “please, I’m sorry.”
He still didn’t reply. Birgitta’s heart raced as he grabbed hold of her hips and yanked them into the air. The bright yellow skirt that she was wearing was skin-tight, hugging her hips to make them look curvier than they were. Malik stretched the fabric out, almost ripping it, and tossed it away from her legs. It rested upon her back, loose and ruined.
Birgitta tried to lean on her elbows, bringing her head up from the mattress, but Malik shoved her back down again. Her nose crunched against one of the springs below and chunks of her hair invaded her mouth. Malik let his fingers explore her thighs, running up and down the inside of them.
His fingers were strong and warm, rising higher and higher up her thighs until they almost touched her sex. A shiver ran through her body. No matter how much she told him to get off her, to let her go, it was obvious she was enjoying it. She wouldn’t be able to get out of this, even if she wanted to.
Finally, Malik had had enough of teasing. He grabbed her underwear and yanked it down her legs until it was resting on the backs of her knees. Birgitta was too excited to even shriek. She couldn’t see what he was doing, she couldn’t see his face to judge whether or not he was having a good time. She was powerless against him, his to do with as he wished.
His fingers pushed between her lower lips, his fingertips resting just below her clit. Birgitta felt the wetness soak onto his dry skin, saturating it. Then Malik laughed, a deep throaty sound.
“You slut,” he whispered. “You love this, don’t you?”
Birgitta wanted to reply. She opened her mouth but no words came out. The only thing she could do was wait for him to touch her more.
Malik let his fingers explore a little more, before finding her clit. When he’d found it, he honed in on it. There was nothing else more important to him. His fingers rubbed it slowly, gently, almost going diagonally across it.
Birgitta felt her whole body break out into cold trembles. There was no controlling this passion, not anymore. She felt all of her muscles clench and tighten, ready to release a sweet orgasm right onto Malik’s waiting fingers.
He could feel the tension between her legs and no doubt he could hear the soft moans coming from her lips. He quickened his pace, rubbing her harder than before. Birgitta couldn’t stop it from happening, there was no way. It was a wave, growing steadily inside of her, just waiting to crash down and soak them both in the beautiful euphoria.
Birgitta could only grab handfuls of the sheets below her as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Her mouth made all sorts of high-pitched, groaning sounds that even she didn’t recognize. And then it happened, the most explosive orgasm of her entire life. Her whole body rocked forward, away from Malik’s fingers, but it was too late.
All of the muscles in her body spasmed out of control. Waves of fire rolled over her body as new realms of pleasure had been found. She cried out, over and over, as her muscles tensed and released. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, soaking into her hair and the sheets below.
“Did you just cum?” Malik asked.
Within a second, she could feel his bare cock pressing against her ass. His body leaned over hers, his chest pressing into her back. His mouth was right at her ear, his hot breaths misting into her face. Within a second his hand wound itself into her hair. He tugged on her hair, lifting Birgitta’s face from the mattress and straining her neck backward. A guttural moan came out from the depths of her throat.
“Did you just cum?” Malik asked, each word accentuated harshly.
“I did,” Birgitta murmured, her throat almost gurgling from the angle it was being held at.
“Did I say you could cum?” Malik asked, raising his voice. “Did I?”
