Page 67 of Malachi
“Run.”
There was only a hitched breath of a gasp before she was off. I didn’t watch, much as I wanted to, as she scampered off behind me to hide. Instead, steadying myself with a hand on the door, I palmed my aching cock. I needed her. I needed this. Something told me we both did.
I thought about finding her, pulling her out of some closet here in the house and taking her right there against the wall. Plunging into her wet heat over and over until I spilled inside of her. Or perhaps dragging her to the staircase, letting the hard wood dig into her back as I pushed inside of her. Over and over, until she was filled with my cum.
If I kept up with these mental images and fantasies, I would spill my load in my pants like a goddamn teenager. I mentally calculated how long it had been since she had run off. Deciding to give it a few more minutes, I readjusted myself, pulling my cock up in line with my abdomen and giving myself some much needed breathing room.
After another long pause, I was ready. I turned away from the front door, locking it as I did, and listened for any sign of her.
I closed my eyes, honing in on the hunter’s skills I had developed diligently over the years. No footsteps, no sounds of panting breath.
This should be fun.
I pulled off my socks, preferring to be more grounded as I chased. With soft footfalls, I moved gracefully towards the kitchen, pausing every few steps to listen for sounds of her. A shuffling sound came from the hallway before the kitchen, towards the living room.
With a smirk, I began my chase. Entering the living room, I listened for her. The room was entirely quiet. Not a shuffle, stir, or breath of sound. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and focusing.
The slightest stuttering exhale sounded… behind the couch.
Oh, little bird, it won’t be that easy,I thought to myself.
I carefully leaned over the couch, seeing her crouching form hiding behind it. There was just enough space for her to fit. I leaned onto the couch carefully, reaching over and grabbing her. One hand in her hair, one on her arm, I drug her up and over the back of the couch, flipping her over roughly until I had her pinned underneath me. I growled in triumph, but it was too soon.
The little tart squirmed her way out of my grasp, yelping as my fist pulled her hair, until she was halfway through my legs, having shimmied her way down.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp bite to my lower abdomen, just above my hipbone. I yelped, releasing her and giving her the moment she needed to get away. She slipped out from under me, righting herself back onto her feet and rushing from the room towards the staircase.
“Little bird, biting isn’t nice,” I teased, running my finger over the bite mark she had left. Her footsteps raced up the stairs. She was small and fast, but I was faster, stronger. I caught her ankle halfway up the stairs, tugging her down, laughing as I heard the loudoofshe made as she collided chest first with the staircase, effectively knocking the wind out of her.
I clambered up the stairs, tugging her down until she was underneath me, her chest still pressed against the staircase.
“Not as quick as you thought you were, are you, little bird?” I teased, my breath hot against the back of her neck. I ground my erection into her plump little ass, groaning as she pushed back against me. Once again, she tried to fight her way from beneath me.
“Not so fast. I have you now,” I growled against the skin of her neck. I moved up one more step on the staircase, giving me space to press my knee into her lower back, just above that sexy fucking ass I so desperately wanted to fuck.
“Never,” she grunted against the stairs, trying to push herself up and climb higher on the stairs to get away. With both hands, I fisted the fabric of her dress at the nape of her neck, pulling as hard as I could. With a roar of effort, the clothing split, causing her to gasp and shiver as I laid her body bare to see.
Reaching a hand underneath her, I toyed with her breast.
“Not so quick to move now, are you?” I teased, toying her with my fingers as I pressed down harder with my knee. She groaned, the position uncomfortable, and fucking hell, I reveled in it.
“Get off me, you fucking asshole,” she spat.
“Ha! You think a little cursing likeassholeis going to scare me? You’re going to have to try harder than that,” I mocked, plucking at her nipple roughly.
“Ow, that hurts!” she cried out through gritted teeth.
“You think I care?” I taunted, laughing derisively. The fact that she was playing along so perfectly to the roughness I desired so severely made me swell with pride… well, pride and lust. My cock was so hard it physically ached with the need to plunge inside of her.
I wrapped my hand in her long tresses, pulling back as I released her nipple. My other hand dragged down her back, my nails scratching, leaving bright red welts in their wake.
“You arrogant son of a bitch,” she seethed, and I could only laugh in aroused humor at her antics. Releasing her back finally, I straddled her, pulling her down beneath me further until I could grind my cock against her ass again, needing the friction more than I needed air in my lungs.
I pulled at her dress, the fabric ripping further as I bared her form before me. Her panties were the only thing standing between me and plundering that sweet cunt. I wanted so badly to take her ass, to slide into her dark hole and feel her squeeze around me as she came from the sheer pleasure of such a taboo act, but that would have to wait until another day. Another day with much preparation, if ever.
“Such a needy little slut.Myneedy little slut,” I corrected, my voice rumbling through my chest as my hand slid inside the back of her panties, pulling them down as I reached between her thighs to find her cunt wet and warm, ready for me.
“You bastard,” she seethed, but I could hear it in her voice, the sweet submission and desperate need that tinged every word.
