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All of her body ached for him. She let her head hang forward, her forehead touching the floor, as she enjoyed the feeling of his hand on her body, touching her so seductively.
Without warning, Malik withdrew his hand and grabbed the seam between her but cheeks. Birgitta’s eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do. By the time she’d turned around, Malik had torn the seam apart. The sound of fabric ripping filled the kitchen, along with Birgitta’s shocked gasps.
It was only a moment before Malik pushed aside her panties and shoved his cock inside of her. Birgitta was stunned at how fast he’d decided he needed to fuck her. She stayed silent for a while, listening to the way his breaths left his mouth, ragged and uneven.
When his hand reached around to rub her clit, Birgitta was yanked out of her stunned silence. She reconnected with her body, feeling Malik’s cock pounding deep inside of her. His hand pressed on her clit, moving it around in small circles, causing her whole body to break out in tingles.
She thrust in time with him, slapping her thighs against his as his cock plunged deeper inside of her. One of Malik’s hands moved from her hips and grabbed hold of her hair. He yanked her head back, exposing her throat to the air, as he continued to fuck her. He moved his hips purposefully, fucking her hard and fast.
Birgitta groaned and moaned, the sound of her voice vibrating through her throat. Malik kept his grip tight on her hair, keeping her head craned back as far as it would go. Birgitta stayed on all fours, not daring to move. Malik continued to fuck her, growing harder and harder with every second that passed.
Soon his deep voice was growling, punctuated by the sound of his body slamming against hers. Birgitta kept moaning, unable to control her body anymore. All she knew was that Malik was behind her, having his way with her body, and she was eager and willing for him to use her.
And that’s exactly what he did. When he was bored of yanking at her hair, he began to spank her butt. His hands gently tapped her at first, but it didn’t take long for him to swing his arm right behind his body, sending a stinging slap down onto her butt. Birgitta cried out, but that didn’t stop him. He carried on hitting her, harder and harder until Birgitta was screaming out.
She wasn’t going to allow him to stop fucking her, though. All she wanted was his dick inside her. This was the only thing she ever wanted. She didn’t care if he chose an inconvenient time, or if she was in a bad mood. None of that mattered now. All that mattered was that they were together.
Malik continued pounding her, but she could tell he was starting to get tired. His hot breaths were misting from his mouth, hitting against her back in waves. His body was covered in sweat, cascading down his skin to fall off in droplets all around them.
She could feel his orgasm coming. His body was getting tired but he was pushing on, his whole body shaking as he drew closer to nirvana. Birgitta groaned and moved her hips harder, trying to take over control from Malik so he could cum in peace.
He lunged forward, slamming his cock into her nearly sending her flying forward. If he hadn’t grabbed her by the throat, she would have fallen. Malik leaned his stomach into her back as he clutched at her neck. Then he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered to her.
“I am in control,” he spoke softly, his voice sending shivers down Birgitta’s spine. “You aremine.”
He began fucking her again, slower this time. He thrust into her slow and forceful, his hips knocking into the tops of her cheeks. Birgitta tried to swallow the rush of saliva in her throat but Malik’s hand blocked her. Instead, she opened her mouth and gasped as he continued to pound her pussy.
“You’re mine,” Malik growled into her ear. “You’re mine, never forget it. You’re mine. You’re mine. You’remine.”
Birgitta didn’t want to forget it. She allowed her eyes to close as she enjoyed the feeling of Malik’s cock deep inside of her. His pace slowed, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t as ferocious. After slamming into her so hard their bodies rocked forward, he withdrew his cock slowly and left only the tip inside. Then he rammed her again, shoving them both forward.
Every part of her body felt like it was on fire, burning intensely wherever he touched her. Birgitta could feel her whole body start to shake as his fingers caressed her clitoris. It was too much for her. It sent her body wild with electric lust. She felt her hips shake as the orgasm rose inside of her, tightening her muscles, including the ones around Malik’s cock.
She clenched harder as the orgasm rolled through her, sending shooting tingles through her whole body. Birgitta cried out as she came, feeling her pussy clamp down around Malik’s cock in a soothing rhythm. Behind her, Malik hissed through his teeth. His body began to shudder as well. Birgitta felt his stomach tightening on her back as he groaned.
It only took a second for Birgitta to feel his cock pulsing in time with her pussy. She moaned loudly, enjoying the way it felt when his seed spilled deep inside of her. Both of them moaned as they slowly moved in unison, pressing their bodies together as they rode the orgasmic wave that had taken hold of them both.
Malik didn’t waste time. He pulled out and immediately stood up. Birgitta could barely move. Her legs were shaking wildly, so she rolled over onto her back and looked up at him. His brown body was covered in sweat and his large, throbbing cock was still standing upright.
Birgitta wanted to take it in her mouth and suck on it until he came again, but she could see it starting to grow smaller as his erection waned. Malik looked down at her, his brown eyes sparkling around a face covered in sweat.
“You are mine,” he said sternly. “Don’t you ever forget it.”
Chapter eighteen
Go away
Ithadbeenawhile since Birgitta met with her girlfriends for fika. The last time she’d seen them, they’d been snide and acted as if they were better than her.
As much as Birgitta wanted to cut them out of her life, she knew she couldn’t. Not only had she lost her husband, but she’d lost her daughter too. She didn’t want to lose everyone.
They were meeting today, supposedly. Their little group chat had been pinging away all morning while Birgitta slept in. Once she woke and checked all the messages, she contemplated not going. There was no doubt in her mind they’d already heard about what she’d done, about the sordid affair she’d started with some brown boy.
As she read through all the replies of her friends complaining about how tired they were and how they might be a couple of minutes late, she thought about if she had the strength to endure their stares.
Sure, everyone usually stared at her anyway. That’s what happened when you wore bright, crazy clothes in Sweden. But it was tiring for her. For once, she’d just like to be accepted by her friends.
“What are you doing?” Malik murmured from behind her.
