Page 138 of Malachi
“Yessss…” she hissed with so much need, my cock nearly screamed to be released.
Her thighs fell open, leaving her pussy open as she arched up, desperate for contact. My mouth latched onto her breast again, biting my way down her soft curves until I found the soft, full underside. My teeth sunk in slowly as she groaned. The skin just barely began to give way.
“You can bite harder than that,” she goaded me with a groan of need, her hips thrusting up, searching and desperate for more.
“Patience, little bird,” I chastised, licking along the mark I had just left.
“Not a virtue I possess,” she gasped as my fingers pinched and pulled at the skin of her inner thighs.
“I want to cover you with clothespins,” I groaned as she gasped with each pinch of my fingers against her tender flesh.
“What?” she gasped, writhing beneath me. My own hips had begun thrusting, seeking the feel of her cunt wrapped around my hard length.
“You fucking heard me,” I groaned. “I want to lay you out on our bed, cover your body with clothespins, all connected with twine.” I pinched harder, twisting the skin each time, giving her just a little more of the pain she had begun to crave.
“Why would you put twine in them?” she asked, her words ending in a keen of need as I pinched hard, just once.
I could not hold back the growl against her breast.
“To pull them off all at once.”
“Oh, fucking christ!” she swore, her cunt clamping down on my fingers still pumping in and out of her heat. My words pushed her over the edge of her first orgasm of the night, her screams shattering the silence of the night as she found her release, gushing over my fingers.
I kissed down her body roughly, placing nips and bites along her flesh as her hands finally moved, fisting in my hair with wild abandon.
“I can smell you,” I growled into her flesh.
“What?” she gasped, her breaths coming in quick, short pants as she came down from the heights of her orgasm.
“I can smell you. The sweet musk of your pussy,” I groaned with pure need.
“I can’t believe you—” she began, but her words cut off in a scream as my mouth moved lower, latching on to the swollen bud of her clit. My tongue flicked it rapidly back and forth, sparking her desire anew. My fingers pressed up, rubbing against the swollen front wall of her cunt, pressing her g-spot over and over.
Her orgasm came hard and fast, crashing over her as she literally gushed over my fingers and down my hand, wetting my beard with her sweet cum. My fingers continued pumping into her, my other hand pinching and twisting the skin of her thighs and then running my nails over the marks I had left as she sobbed with pleasure.
She trembled beneath me, but I wasn’t about to let her come down just yet. Twisting my head, I latched my teeth onto her thigh, right over the marks I had left with my fingers, and I bit down. The skin pressed in, giving in after a moment. The taste of her salty skin gave way to bitter, coppery blood, coating my tongue and replacing the taste of her sweet cum on my tongue.
Her screams echoed into the trees as I licked and lapped at the bloody mark I had left on her flesh, my hand moving down to my own pants and pushing them down as quickly as possible. Why the fuck had I worn jeans? Dumb fucking idea. I should have worn sleep pants or something much easier to remove in the moment. I finally rid myself of the denim, kicking them to the side as I moved over her, my cock positioned at her quivering entrance as her hips thrust up, nudging the dripping head of my cock.
My hands pressed her down into the earth as I loomed over her, my breath matching hers in quick, short pants of desire. Her hands found mine, bringing one to her throat as she looked up at me with sheer need written over her beautiful face.
“Jesus fuck,” I cursed lowly. Squeezing the sides of her throat, I cut off the blood flow just a little, making her eyes roll back as I thrust into her hot tunnel. I rocked into her, circling my hips as she ground up into me, her clit connecting against my pubic bone perfectly. She gasped, her eyes opening wide as our gazes locked together.
I squeezed tighter.
Her eyes widened.
And her cunt throbbed around my cock.
Faster and faster, I thrust into her wet sheath until she trembled almost violently beneath me. My grip tightened until her eyes rolled back in her head once more, her orgasm vibrating just out of reach.
And then I stopped.
My hand went slack around her throat.
“What?! Why did you stop!” she screeched, panting, her hips bucking for more. My other hand came up, wrapping her hair around my palm as I held her captive, ready and willing, beneath me.
Her hands moved down from my hair to my back, clawing into my shoulders hard enough I knew there would be marks tomorrow.I could feel drops of blood begin to drip down as her mouth opened with a scream, my cock thrusting into her wildly as her orgasm crashed through her like a goddamn train wreck, devastating and final.
