Page 33 of King of Malice
“I forgot to stop before you came.”
“I know.”
“What if…” Now there is only a question, no tears.
“You tell me, milaya, if that happens, and then we make some decisions together.” She nods into my neck, her body so relaxed on mine, that I smile into her hair.
The long, blonde mane is trailing across my bed, which I appreciate both because the sight of her hair like that does something to me as a man, but also because it gives me a fantastic view of her back. I can see the gorgeous curve of it, the swell of her ass as she straddles me.
My cock inside her starts to swell again.
She stirs, lifting her head. It brings her cleavage into my line of sight. She’s got fantastic full tits that have been hiding in her bras and looser silk shirts.
Paired with her flat, toned belly and the swell of her hips, I could stare at her for hours. Paint her. Not that I’m a painter.
I am a pianist. The one advantage to growing up with my father is that we had enough money for lessons and as he wants to be something beyond the thug that he is, he encouraged my passion for music.
He liked that I was good. But I don’t want to think about him now.
Her lips are parted, and I remember the sight of her tongue darting out from between them to taste my cum. I swell even larger inside her.
“That feels good,” she whispers, her neck arching again. But this time, her belly is pressed to mine.
“That feels good, Dimitri,” I correct. I don’t care that she used me once. I encouraged it. But even handcuffed to the bed, if she wants to fuck again, she’s going to fuck me as she looks me in the eye.
Handcuffed or not, this time, we’re doing this my way.
She presses her pelvis into mine, moaning as I hit her clit with my pubic bone.
“Say it, milaya.”
“That feels so good, Dimitri.” And then her eyes open enough that I can see the haze of passion in them.
“Kiss me,” I command as she starts to slide off my cock.
She does as I say, her mouth dropping to mine. I’m aware it’s an odd time for a first kiss, I’ve already cum inside her. But I want to know her mouth, want to add intimacy to the passion.
But as her lips drop to mine, hers soft and so fucking sweet, I lick along her bottom lip to taste more of her.
She moans into my mouth as she sinks down on my cock again. And then her hands slide into my hair as she grips the strands, kissing me deeper. She’s grinding against me, her body spiraling toward another orgasm with record speed and I’m right behind her.
This is sex that I will never forget as I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. She doesn’t retreat from either my tongue or my cock. If anything, she gets more frantic, chasing her pleasure as her tongue licks at me.
I break away long enough to growl out, “That’s it. Take the pleasure my body was made to give you.”
“Dimitri,” she cries against my lips. “I’m going to cum. Oh God, I’m going to—” And then she cries, breaking apart again.
I punch up, one, two, three more times before I cum too, filling her again.
There is every chance Ava could become pregnant. One, we’re doing this again very soon, and after feeling her like this, I’m cumming inside her every time.
She wilts back on my chest and once again, I’m still inside her, but this time, she lays on my chest and falls instantly asleep.
I smile, kissing her temple.
My eyes slide closed too. I can’t fall asleep yet, I’ve got to take these handcuffs off. I’m about to wake her when a cry sounds in the monitor.
I’m not surprised. Anna wasn’t likely to sleep long if it’s an ear infection.
