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“Keep going,” he orders, and I realize I’ve gone silent.
“S-sorry.”
Clearing my throat, I dive back in… and so does Malice. He tugs my pants down, along with my panties, sliding them down my legs and discarding them somewhere.
My breath comes harder, faster, every nerve in my body quivering on a knife’s edge of need. It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve done this with him, and every part of me is anticipating it.
The words on the page seem to blur as his hands grip my thighs, and his tongue finds my clit a second later. It’s not as forceful as the way he usually eats me out, but it’s been so long and I’m already so sensitive that it hits me like a ton of bricks anyway.
I almost stop reading but force myself to keep going. In the book, he’s got her bent over, her hands placed just where he wants them as he shoves her dress up, and my thighs clench as I describe it in a halting voice.
Malice swipes his tongue over me in long, languid licks, savoring the arousal that’s gathered there.
“You taste so goddamned good,” he groans when he comes up for air. “Missed this. Missed having you like this.”
“Me—me too,” I manage to stammer out.
“The book, Solnyshka. Keep reading.”
He goes back to it as I rasp out words that barely make sense to me anymore. All of my brain cells are focused on how good his tongue feels as it rolls over my clit. If it wasn’t for his big hands holding me down, I’d be grinding all over his face, bucking and trying to get more of that delicious, slippery friction.
“‘He gripped her cheeks, pulling them apart and baring everything to him,’” I read, my throat dry. “Oh god, Malice, please…”
“Is that part of the book?” he demands, lifting his head so that the pressure of his tongue disappears.
“No, but—”
“Then keep reading.”
I can feel the orgasm building, just out of reach, and I lick my lips and find my place again. I describe the way he drives into her on the balcony, making her back arch as he wraps a hand around her hair.
“‘She could feel him…’” I whimper. “Oh fuck. ‘She could feel him—’”
I can’t get the words out any longer, and every time I stop, Malice does too. He teases me like that, pulling away each time my words break off, until finally I blurt out, “‘She could feel himeverywhere.’”
“Good girl,” he growls.
His tongue moves faster, relentless, hot, and wet, and I’m helpless to do anything but fall apart for him. I shudder through it, practically screaming the words from the book, so desperate to make sure he doesn’t stop that I keep reading even after my orgasm crests and finally starts to recede.
I’m basically just babbling now, and Malice chuckles as he draws back, wiping his hand over his mouth.
“That was pretty good,” he tells me. “Maybe we’ll try it again sometime. I like hearing you read dirty things, Solnyshka. Filthy words always sound better coming from your sweet lips.”
He plucks the book from my hands and sets it on the coffee table. Then he leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek.
When he starts to draw away, my eyes open wide.
“Wait,” I ask. “Is that it?”
“That’s enough.”
“But you didn’t come yet.”
He chuckles, wincing a little as he reaches down to squeeze his dick. “But you did. Twice. So that’s enough.”
No. No, this is all wrong.
Even though he ate me out until I practically soaked his chin, he’s not kissing me or touching me the way he usually would. Malice Voronin is a man who takes what he wants, and even when it was my very first time, he didn’t hold back. He fucked me like I was his own personal whore… and I want that right now. I want everything he can give me.
