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When my panties were torn from my body,I said nothing.
When my vagina got covered in the spit that flew from his mouth,I said nothing.
“Arrrrggggggh,” I gasped, finally finding my voice as he entered me without remorse.
It hurt so good,too good. My eyes found his, locking in on those dark, aggrieved eyes that was all-conquering and all-knowing. They were fixated on me, stripping me bare of my skin and putting me on full display.
He knows. There was no way he couldn’t have. His eyes said it. His body said it. His face said it. Our connection couldn’t be denied and I wasn’t the only one who felt it. He did, too.
As he carved my insides, making room for his girth, our souls tied. His manhood was as rigid as he was, hard and dominating my flesh. To show my appreciation for his skilled stroke, I released a creamy coating that ran the length of his wand. Evidence was in the sound that filled the room. I didn’t have to see it to believe it. His ease of motion was additional proof.
“Ummmmm,” I cried out, tears running down the side of my face, “Yessss.”
His large hand wrapped around my neck. Those long, slim fingers tightened, slightly altering my airflow. I cared nothing about the alteration, because with pleasure came pain.
One after the other, he stroked me as if his life depended on it. Maybe it did.
“Ohhhh yeesssss.”
He was the epitome of a man blessed beyond comprehension. He tore into me, gently stroking me, but the intensity of each was unmatched. There was so much passion, so much pain behind his thrusts. He was feeding me his story, confiding in my body, and transferring his burdens so I could share the load.
“Malachhhhhhhiiii.”
I creamed as he stretched my legs, pushing them backward and near my ears. I was wide open for him, unable to relieve the pressure of his strokes as they continued. Our skin stuck together each time his thighs touched my butt, courtesy of my personal lubricant. I fell deeper and deeper for the total stranger each time it bonded us like glue from the supermarket’s shelf.
“Don’t say my fucking name,” he grunted, leaning forward until his face touched mine.
Forehead to forehead. Nose to nose. Eye to eye. Lips to lips. He pulled mine into his mouth, biting down until I winced in pain.
“Urgh.”
“I’m broken and ain’t meant to be fixed. Don’t try.”
He drew blood as he pressed harder.
“Ahhh. Sss.”
At once, he pulled back, never missing a beat, stroking me to oblivion. I watched him as he watched me. He placed his thumb up to my lip, removing the blood that he’d drawn before swiping it across his tongue and then pressing it against my clit.
Involuntarily, my body rose from the table. My abdomen muscles tightened and my brows centered on my forehead. My nervous system fell out of whack as I felt an explosion between my thighs. Malachi rubbed back and forth, eyes still on me, watching as I unraveled.
“Oh Gooooood. I’m cumming.”
I instantly grew dizzy, and finally, the lights went out in my head. Everything around me silenced. Nothing moved.
The amount of time that elapsed before I reopened my eyes, I wasn’t sure of. But I could hear Malachi as he moved around the kitchen. Groggily, I sat up on the table. Feeling pain shoot through my body reminded me of my reality and Malachi’s blessing–the one between his legs.
He appeared as my blurred vision cleared. His disheveled appearance assured me that only a few minutes had gone by. The wetness between my legs and the towel in his hand was enough to conclude what had happened in my state of unconsciousness.
“I apologize. I shouldn’t have… I shou— You just remind me of—”
“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t apologize.”
“I need to hire someone else for this job, Aeir. It’s day one and your pussy is on my dining room table. Imagine day thirty or day forty.”
“Imagine it.”
“Nah. We need to keep this shit strictly professional. I slipped up. I won’t do that shit again.”
