Page 27 of Malachi
She looked at my shirt, perplexed, and then tried again, this time audibly growling as she pulled. Still, nothing.
With a smirk, I covered her tiny hands with my own, grasping her hands and onto the fabric. With locked gazes, we pulled together, ripping my shirt clean in half and baring my upper body to her beneath the splattering rain.
“God above,” she groaned, her eyes wide and full of lust. She licked her lips, making me groan and buck against her core.
“There’s no God here, little bird,” I growled, reaching up to cup her small breasts. I needed to get these pants off, and quickly. I let my fingertips tease her pebbled nipples, watching as her head fell back with a gasp of delighted arousal. She was incredible. There was no worry or hesitation in her, just pure, unadulterated sex. Sinful and passionate.
I was hooked. I was enthralled.
My hands moved down her body, taking in her slight curves as I grasped her hips, pulling her down into my groin hard. I moved her slowly, making her grind on me, back and forth as I bucked up into her heat.
With a roar of arousal, I sat up, continuing the motion until I had her on her back again, my hand firmly pressing against her ribcage and holding her to the ground. With one hand, I unfastened my belt, pulling it from its loops and tossing it to the side. The thought of smacking her pert little ass with the worn and softened leather made my balls rise against my body, my cock dripping with eager anticipation.
I shoved my pants down past my ass, shimmying and kicking the denim down my legs and off of my body as quickly — and as gracefully — as I could manage. The hand that wasn’t holding her to the ground moved down her body, spreading her legs with my body as I found her heated core. Her panties were soaked, though whether from the rain or from her arousal, I was not sure.
Time to fucking find out.
I pulled the wet gusset of fabric to the side of her body, revealing her soft folds beneath. Moving down her body, I ran my chin over her folds, feeling their heated slickness.
Arousal. It was all fucking arousal. I could smell her; sweet, musky, and purely woman as I ran my stubbly beard over her softness. Licking one line up the length of her slit, I chuckled as she shuddered beneath me, gasping loud enough to hear her over the sound of the wind whipping the trees around us. I’d give my left nut to be whipping her right now.
My tongue parted her folds as I wrapped my arms around her thighs, tasting her essence and drinking her in. I wanted to indulge myself here for hours, taking her in and making her scream my name, but eating her delectable cunt on the muddy ground in the middle of the storm was not exactly prime conditions for such delicate tasks.
Instead, I kissed my way up her body in a mixture of licks, nips, and grazing teeth until I hovered over her form.
“Little bird,” my voice rumbled low in my chest. I wrapped a hand around my hard length, pumping myself for only a moment to ease the ache that had threatened to consume me before I ran the head of my cock along her wet slit.
“Malachi,” she moaned, her eyes closing. I growled, low in my chest. A sound of warning. Her eyes popped open, and I watched as confusion made way for understanding. “Beast,” she corrected slowly, with a sinful smirk.
“Good girl,” I snarled in response. My cock pressed forward, opening her folds and slipping inside of her. Fucking hell, she was tight as sin itself and hotter than fire and brimstone. It was heaven and hell all wrapped in one as she engulfed me, pulling me into her body. Her hands wrapped around my arms, her nails digging into my skin as I pressed into her, holding her down with all my strength.
“That’s it, little bird. Take me. Take all of me,” I growled, sneering down at her as I thrust into her wet heat.
“Fu—” she began, but stopped herself from using the curse word I so often let fly.
“Say it,” I commanded her, my eyes locking on hers with all the fire and passion that burned brightly inside of me. I watched her struggle with the decision for only a moment before she corrected herself.
“Fuck,” she groaned, her eyelids fluttering as I thrust deeper inside of her. I pulled out slowly, letting her get used to my thick girth before sliding back in up to the hilt once more.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you,” I groaned in response, my hands gripping her body tightly as I buried myself inside of her. The hardened points of her nipples brushed against my chest with every thrust, calling me to them. I leaned down, capturing one turgid tip in my mouth, letting my teeth scrape against the tender flesh as she writhed beneath me.
“Fuck!” she cried out, her head falling back against the wet ground, her hair becoming a muddied mess as we moved together, the thunder providing glorious music to our sordid affair. Her head whipped back up, nearly butting against my forehead as her eyes locked with mine. She clenched her jaw as she tightened around me, eyes full of fire and desire as she spoke again. “More.”
It was a command. It was sin. It was goddamn perfection.
My hands dug beneath her body, holding her tightly to me as I rolled us over, helping her to straddle me as we stayed connected at our most intimate places. Her hips bucked as I thrust up, her hands holding herself up against my chest, nails digging into my skin. My hand guided her hips, jerking her back and forth faster and faster as we raced towards the pinnacle of climax we both craved so desperately.
“Fuck! More!” she screamed. Christ, she was a goddess, bucking and gyrating above me as she found her own rhythm. Her hips circled and moved, her head thrown back, hair whipping in the wind. She was a mess; muddied, wet, and purely sexual as she rode me with all she had in her.
My hands moved up from her hips, over the curve of her spine. I gripped her shoulders, pulling her down into my thrusts hard and fast.
“Yes! Yes! Oh God!” she screamed, her cunt spasming and pulsing around my length as she neared her orgasm. My hand threaded into her dirty hair, gripping tightly as I pulled her head back. Her body arched, unable to escape the position I put her in as I thrust rapidly, my cock begging to spill into her heat as I held back by only a whisper of restraint.
“Mine. Mine. MINE!” I growled, screaming into the thunder itself as she spasmed around me, her orgasm triggering my own. I emptied myself into her heat, spurting rope after rope of hot cum against her silken, slick walls. She pulled me deeper still, sucking every ounce of cum out of me until it felt as though I had emptied my very soul into her warmth.
“Mine,” she repeated as I loosened my hold on her hair, her body slumping over onto mine as we both struggled to remember how to breathe, how to speak, how to even exist in the aftermath of our sex.
“Mine,” I agreed, unable to keep the smile from my face.
