Page 68 of Malachi
My fingers plunged into her heat, her silken folds clenching around me like a vise, rhythmically pulsing and tugging me in further with desperation.
“You can protest all you want, little bird. Your lips lie. Your aching, needy cunt does not,” I teased, finding her g-spot and pressing against it as I fingered her faster.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, her ass pushing back into my fingers with every thrust. I tugged her hair, pulled her head back taut and felt the way she squeezed me inside even harder. I chuckled. Releasing my grip only long enough to divest myself of enough clothing to free my aching cock. The tip was so swollen it shone, a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip.
I pushed against her lower back with one hand, spreading her legs and shifting until the head of my glistening cock slid against her wet folds. Her mouth protested, but I heard every word for what it was.
“Don’t you dare,” she spat. In reality, it readPlease, fuck me!
“Oh, I fucking dare, little bird,” I groaned, sliding inside her tight, hot sheath to the hilt as we both groaned with relieved satisfaction and pleasure. My hand found her hair again, wrapping into the silken tresses as I pulled her back, thrusting into her cunt with wild abandon.
Faster and harder, my hands pulled her down onto me, my hips thrusting up. Her hands gripped the wood stairs, holding on for dear life as I ravaged her. My hands left reddening bruises in their wake, scratching and pulling.
Leaning forward, I let my teeth slide against her shoulder, tonguing the mark I had left on her the night before. I wouldn’t bite the same place, but next to it, I latched my teeth on tightly, biting into her flesh just as she exploded around me. Her spasming cunt pulled my orgasm from the depths of my very soul, both of us screaming into the stairwell as we found our release.
She moved beneath me, but I held her down firm.
“Don’t move,” I commanded, beaming with pride as she listened and obeyed, finally reveling in her submission. I rose to my knees, pulling out of her slowly. My hands moved down the curves of her back, up and over her ass, until I was able to part her thighs. I moved my fingers up, gently tugging her wet folds open as I watched her still spasming cunt drip with my thick cum.
“That is fucking beautiful,” I said, in awe of the sight.
“Are you looking at me.. there?!” she yelped. I swore I could feel her blushing clear down to her toes at the thought.
“Fuck yes I am. And it’s fucking gorgeous. You’re all swollen and pink, dripping my cum from this beautiful little pussy,” I praised with so much hungry pride.
“I can’t believe—”
“Well, believe it, little bird. The sight of you dripping with my cum is one I will carry with me forever. Now hush and let me watch,” I groaned, watching as her pretty pussy struggled to hold on to the copious amount. It was dirty and mildly taboo, but so were half the things I preferred to partake in.
“I need to clean up,” she protested.
“You’ll do no such thing,” I hushed her, sliding my fingers over her wet, swollen folds, pushing the cum back inside of her and then teasing her little clit with my drenched fingertips. I wasn’t pushing her for an orgasm, merely reveling in the feel of my cum coating her cunt.
“Malachi,” she whined, and finally, I gave in to her.
“Fine. We can move, but you will not clean up,” I gave in with much chagrin.
I led her to our bedroom, pulling her back when she made to go to the bathroom. ‘
“No cleaning up,” I argued.
“Why not? I’m a sticky mess,” she protested.
“Correction, you aremysticky mess. You are covered in my cum, and it’s the hottest thing in the goddamn world. So use the bathroom, brush your teeth, whatever. But you will not bathe my scent from your skin or I will be forced to take you, to scent you, to claim you, all over again.” It was a dark promise, but a promise nonetheless.
A short while later, as we lay huddled together in the dark of night, I felt the stress of the day begin to return.
“Eden, I should probably explain—” but she did not let me finish.
“You don’t have to say a word, Malachi,” she whispered softly, her head tucked up under my chin and her breath fanning over my bare chest.
I knew I didn’t, yet for once, I felt the urge to tell her everything. Every little detail. Perhaps tomorrow.
CHAPTER18
EDEN
“Eden, look at you! Is it me, or are you already glowing?” Ruth’s sister, Adah, exclaimed as I walked into my new Sunday school class. I wanted to cringe at her words. Had I truly never picked up on just how baby-focused everyone was here? It was absurd and honestly a little nauseating.
