Page 113 of Redeeming the Villain

Lightly, he slaps the inside of my thigh, and my pussy pulses from the sensation.

“That’s not what I asked, Bug.”

“Malik, I’m obsessed with you—for reasons far more than your looks. But, yeah …” I trail off, letting my eyes wander up and down him. “You’re a fucking god, carved from marble.”

He huffs proudly. “Damn straight, baby.”

The air thickens between us as he pushes his boxers to the ground and tosses his shirt to the side, not a shred of fabric left on either of us.

Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he pumps himself once, twice as he stares at my center and wets his lips.

“Malik,” I whisper, pulling his gaze to mine. “I, uhh … I haven’t had sex before …”

Something washes over him, and I can’t quite decipher it.

But as he parts his lips, his voice is raw with emotion. “You’ve always been mine, Alora. Since the fucking beginning. This just proves what I’ve known all along.” He leans over me, grabs my throat, and claims my lips with his. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow until you beg me for more.”

Nerves start to pulse through me, but the best kind. The ones that only come from special moments like this. I want it to be him. Maybe I always knew it would be him, and the realization didn’t surface until recently.

His fingers graze my inner thigh as his tongue splits the seam of my lips, grinding against mine.

“Spread those juicy thighs for me,” he orders, and I happily obey, pushing them further apart.

When he slides two fingers back into me, I start to get anxious that it’s going to hurt. I mean,fuck, he’s huge.

As if he can sense my worry, his thumb finds my clit as he murmurs into my mouth, “Your body was made to take mine, Alora.”

Slipping a third finger in with his sensual thrusts, I gasp, feeling him play my body like an instrument. He works me with precision, bringing me to finish two more times before he stands up to his full height, fisting his cock with his big hand. Stepping closer to me, he swipes the tip through my wetness and slaps it against my inner thigh. Once, twice, three times.

Spitting down on himself, he coats his length and lines himself up with my entrance. “Look at me, Alora.”

I find his stare, darkened and intense. I do as he asked and lock my gaze on to his.

Leaning down over me, he plants a soft kiss on each cheek before claiming my lips with his once more in a passionate declaration. Pulling back to look into my eyes, he pushes inside of me, and I gasp at the pressure.

He threads his fingers into the back of my hair and pulls my head back enough to expose my throat. Running his tongue up it, he nips and sucks, easing the pressure in my core with each touch.

“This pussy is mine, Alora.” He looks at me, waiting for my confirmation before continuing, and I nod, wanting him to fill me completely.

Thrusting forward, he plunges further into me, and I sharply inhale.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I never want to leave. Let me stay buried inside of you forever, baby,please.”

Ever so slightly, his dick slides out of me to the tip. Gently, he eases back into me, igniting a pleasure I never knew could exist.

“Holy shit,” I moan, every cell in my body jolting to life.

He chuckles arrogantly as he does it again, pulling back and thrusting into me, but this time, he sinks deeper. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

The pleasure starts to completely outweigh the pain, and I want more—faster and faster.

Wiggling my hips, I bite down on my lip as his dick twitches inside of me. “Ahh!”

“My greedy little Bug. What, you want more?” A devilish smirk lifts his lips.

“Yes,” I beg. “Please, I wantallof you.”

He pulls out to the tip, then thrusts forward, and I cry out as he fills me to the brim.

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