Page 54 of Malachi
Lips praising, teeth scraping, tongue devouring him in a gluttonous manner that was purely predatory.
“Feast on me,” he growled, moving back so that I could slide out from under him. My lips stayed glued to his torso, licking, laving, biting, nibbling and taking my fill of him.
His hand wrapped around my hair, holding tight as he pushed me down to my knees, away from him as he stood.
“Stay put, Little Bird, and I’ll give you something to feast on.” My eyes widened, unable to tear my gaze away as he tore at the fly of his pants, shoving them down and to the side. Hand still wrapped in my hair, he pulled me forward. I winced as it pulled, but found myself relishing in the thought of tasting every inch of him.
My hands came up, pushing against his thighs as he brought me closer to his erect cock. I pulled away, making wild noises as I fought.
“Taste me,” he commanded, but I bared my teeth and hissed, my nails digging into his skin.
With a sharp tug, he pulled me up by the hair until I started to stand, the pain of my hair pulling making my eyes water.
“You think that scares me, you little thing?” he taunted me, leaning down in pure, menacing intimidation. “Let me teach you how to scare, Little Bird.”
That was the only warning I received before he bared his teeth and roared so deep and threateningly in his throat that I felt fear prick at the corners of my subconsciousness.
“Are you afraid, Little Bird?” he taunted.
“No,” I growled, letting my own hedonism take over my sense of reality. I let my head fall back, howling as loud as I could as I held his gaze the entire time. The sound erupted from the depths of me until it ended with my teeth bared and my eyes narrowed, fixated on only him.
“Now, feast,” he commanded, pulling my face to the dripping tip of his cock. My tongue flicked at the pearl pooled just there, tasting the salty essence of him. I wrapped my mouth around him, groaning at the way he stretched my lips, and took him deeper into my throat.
“Groan for me. Let me hear those sounds, even now.” He forced his words past clenched teeth as my mouth pleasured him, tongue moving in rapid little flicks over his length. I redoubled my efforts, groaning and growling around his cock.
“Fucking hell, yes,” he praised, and I drank every word in. I lavished my desire on him, taking him as deep as I could. I grimaced as I gagged around him, pulling back, but his hand on my hair stopped me from going too far.
As I slid him deeper into my mouth again, he moved my head from side to side, making the head of his cock rub against the back of my tongue. I felt my core — no, what had he called it? — mypussydripping as my hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer.
“Growl for me,” he muttered again, low and deep. I made the sound, deep in my throat, reveling in the way he groaned. It spurred me on in a way I had never felt. “That’s it, baby. Groan for me. Use that tongue.”
My nails dug into his hips as I bobbed my head back and forth on him, his hand in my hair guiding me every step of the way.
“Spread your legs. Widen those knees for me,” he urged. I felt my pussy clench, pulsing and throbbing as I opened myself up.
“Imagine my fingers touching you there. Flicking that little clit as you stay open and ready for me.” His words pushed me further, making my head spin as need and desire swirled in my belly, making my clit throb just as he said.
“Can you feel me there, Little Bird? Is your little aching cunt dripping for me? Yearning for my fingers to open you wide for my tongue to taste?” His words teased and titillated my senses. My hips began to shift, rocking in search of the blessed friction I craved so deeply.
“Jesus, your mouth is sin itself,” he groaned, pulling me off of his cock by my hair. My mouth hung open, drool literally dripping from my bottom lip as I caught my breath. “Look at me, Little Bird,” he coaxed. My eyes slid up his strong, insanely sexy body till I met those deep brown eyes.
“Mine,” he spoke slowly, so deep I could feel it reverberate in my chest. I didn’t want this coaxing, this nice version of him. I wanted his fire again.
My eyes narrowed as I dug my nails into his hips. Leaning forward, I kissed the tip of his cock, making my way down his length to his hipbone. I bit him — hard.
“Fuck!” he yelped, his hand tightening in my hair as he tried to pull me off of him, but I was relentless. I let the pain in my scalp fuel me as I bit him, sucking on his hot skin as my tongue licked in little flicks.
With a sharp tug, he pulled me off of him. My fingers dug in as I hissed at him.
“Mine,” I growled up at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I panted out every breath. He groaned, baring his teeth as he threw me to the side, releasing my hair. He was on me in an instant, trying to hold my arms down, but I dodged him.
Hands tearing at one another, we grappled once more, rolling around on the ground as we both tried to gain dominance over the other. My hair tangled in the dirt and leaves and twigs. I could feel the sharp points digging into my back, my legs, even against my scalp as they caught in the wild tresses of my hair.
His teeth found my breast, biting down just as I had until I cried out, whimpering in pain as my hips thrust forward. The pain fueled my pleasure and confused me all the while.
His lips were everywhere all at once as he finally pinned me down, my forearms held tight by his hands, the weight of his body pressing into my arms almost painfully.
Teeth nipped along my collarbone, working their way down to my breasts, where he bit into my supple flesh until I cried out again. His tongue tasted, licked and laved on each mark he left until his mouth closed around one stiff nipple. He sucked, his teeth grazing until he painfully bit the very tip of it.
