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As if he can read my mind, Malice grabs my ass, squeezing hard enough that I know he’s going to leave fingerprints behind. “I like that you don’t hide from me, Solnyshka. It only makes me crave you more.”
He doesn’t waste time, doesn’t tease me. One second, I feel him moving behind me, and then the next, he’s slamming his cock right into my pussy.
I cry out, my body shaking from the force of it.
I’m so wet that it’s not hard for him to work himself inside me in one go, but his tattooed cock is so thick that I can still feel the burn of the stretch as he goes in deep. My pussy wraps around him, my inner walls clinging to his hard shaft like I’m trying to keep him from ever moving.
But he manages to draw himself out, only to slam right back in, setting a hard, furious pace.
His fingers dig into the skin of my hips, and the sound of our skin slapping together echoes through the living room. The couch creaks and groans under us as Malice plows into me, and eventually my arms give out entirely, leaving me face down and ass up on the couch.
“Thisis how we’re supposed to be,” Malice growls, dragging me back by the hips into each deliciously deep thrust. “Bound together like this. You full of my cock. Taking it like you were made for me. Fuck, youweremade for me, weren’t you? Weren’t you?”
He punctuates that question with another hard punch of his hips, and I cry out, my fingers scrabbling against the leather of the couch.
“Yes,” I practically sob. “God, yes. I was made for you. For you and your brothers. Please!”
“Please, what? What do you want? More? You want me to fuck you harder?”
I nod, too overcome to force the words out. I can already feel a perfect, indescribable ache building deep inside me, but I want more of him. I want all he can give me.
He drives himself in deeper and harder, and each thrust feels like it’s wringing pleasure out of my body. I’m drowning in it, struggling to remember to breathe, wailing with each slam of his hips.
Malice hauls me up at some point, wrapping his hand around my throat. I gasp against the force of it, my back arched, crying out his name on a broken moan as he fucks into my body so deep that I swear I can feel it in my belly.
The sound of skin on skin is almost deafening in the living room, and the couch creaks and groans under us. But all that really matters is the way his cock feels buried in me, slamming up into my body, leaving me a soaking, swollen mess.
I can feel myself hurtling toward the edge of pleasure, almost ready to topple over it and fly headfirst into another orgasm.
“Oh my god,” I gasp out. “Oh—oh my—”
“Are you close?” Malice demands. He slams his cock in harder, and I nearly sob with the pleasure it sparks in me.
“Yes,” I blurt, nodding as if the words might not be enough. “I’m so close, please—”
“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Rub that clit while I fuck your pretty cunt. Get yourself off.”
I obey him immediately. My hand flies up between my legs, and I let Malice’s body support me, keeping me from toppling face first onto the leather of the couch.
My pussy is soaking wet by now, and my fingers slip and slide around as I touch myself. I can feel where Malice is buried in me, feel the way he slams in and out, forcing my body to accommodate his large size.
It makes my breath catch tofeelhim fucking me like this, to have his cock brush against my fingers as they work their way up to the sensitive nub of my clit.
As soon as the tips of my fingers touch it, I bite down hard on my lip. I’m so sensitive, so overstimulated, and I know this isn’t going to take long.
I rub the little bundle of nerves in quick, small circles, almost matching the pace of Malice’s cock as he bottoms out inside me again and again.
“That’s it,” he pants, his voice like gravel. He drops his head, his raspy growl falling right into my ear. “That’s it. Touch yourself. Feel how fucking wet you are. How needy you are for this. I wanna feel you come on my cock, Solnyshka. I wanna feel your pretty pussy milk me dry.”
I sob my pleasure as he speaks, each sentence punctuated by another hard thrust of his cock.
My fingers fly over my clit, and my hips buck wildly, trying to ride out the pleasure that’s threatening to drown me the longer this goes on. It’s like a rubber band, stretching tighter and tighter, filling my belly with that impossibly hot fire until it snaps, letting it all rush forth.
I scream Malice’s name as I come, shaking and gasping for air. The force of my climax makes it hard to breathe, and Malice holds me through it, working his cock in and out with long, deep thrusts.
It’s so intense that it’s almost too much, and I snatch my hand away from my clit, writhing against Malice as the orgasm rolls through me. Every nerve in my body is firing all at once, it feels like, and everything is electric and white hot. My vision goes dull around the edges, and I have to take huge gulps of air, trying to stay afloat.
“Good girl,” he growls. He bites down on my shoulder, hard enough that I feel it even through the haze of pleasure and disorientation. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
