Page 81 of Malachi
“Admit it, little bird,” he urged me. I hissed, the feel of his nails raking over my sensitive flesh burning through me like fire, adding fuel to the burning lust he had set ablaze inside of me.
“Never,” I scowled at him, hissing my words out through clenched teeth as he redoubled his efforts, his nails digging into my crimson cheeks like knives. There would be marks tomorrow, that was certain. The feel of icy droplets splashing over my heated ass only furthered my torment.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
His spanks landed quick and fast, feeling sharper and more sudden now that my skin was slick with rainwater.
“You. Fucking. Asshole!” My curses sounded with each crack of his hand. Just as I was about to light him on fire with my words, his fingers plunged between my thighs, finding my slick, wet folds swollen and ready for him.
“This ass is mine, little bird. Do you hear me? Mine.” The last word was a roar as he slid his hard length inside me again, thrusting with wild abandon as I cried out from the sheer force of it.
I pushed back into him, searching for more friction. Tugging me by the hair, he lifted me until his arm wound around my ribcage like a steel band, holding me to his chest as he thrust up into me over and over again.
Teeth grazing over the skin of my shoulder, where his previous marks lay, he moved his hand down my stomach, finding my clit with his deft fingertips. Circling around the swollen nub, he brought my orgasm to the surface, holding me there on the razor’s edge of pleasure as he plunged inside of me.
“Cum for me, little bird. Cum for me while I fill you with my cum,” he growled, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my shoulder just as his fingers pinched over my clit, rocketing me into the stratosphere as my orgasm washed over me. Thunder drowned out the sound of our orgasms as we crashed together, not unlike the storm crashing amongst the clouds.
I had barely a moment to breathe before he was turning me in his arms, laying me back against the muddy ground and opening my legs to watch his cum drip out of my wet folds.
“Christ, I’ll never tire of looking at that,” he swore, his eyes dilated and wide with hunger for me, for my dripping sex. His fingers found me again, so much softer now, as he dragged his cum up from my still pulsing opening to my sensitive, swollen clit, circling with agonizing slow touches until I was trembling beneath him again.
“Please,” I whimpered, my body shaking with need and with exertion from our play.
“Please what?” he goaded me. I didn’t want to give in, didn’t want to utter the words he wanted to hear.
I shook my head, but he only chuckled and slowed his touches down even further. With the fingers of his other hand, he splayed my lips open, watching with torturous scrutiny as my cunt dripped for him, spasming as I sought another blessed release.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teased, smirking at me.
“No, a Beast does,” I spat at him, cringing as the words came out more whimper than the hiss I had intended.
“Damn fucking right, he does,” he beamed with pride, his fingers finally starting to move faster over my aching clit. My orgasm built slowly, achingly and painfully slowly as he circled and teased the tender flesh.
“Please. Please let me cum,” I finally pleaded, giving in to the words he had commanded me to say.
“You want to so badly, don’t you?” he teased, toying with me. “The sight of your cunt dripping with my seed is single-handedly the hottest thing I have ever seen. It makes me want to plunge inside of you again, just to fill you up further and watch you drip for longer.”
His words were like gasoline on a flame, burning me alive as my orgasm finally crested, pushing me over the edge. My back arched, my hair caking in the mud as I gave over to his ministrations and came hard. My cries sounded manic, near hysterical as I released once, and then a second time in quick succession at the thrumming of his fingers over my cunt.
I cried, my tears flowing down my face, mixing with the splattered rain drops as they drove down my cheeks in rivulets. Malachi gathered me into his arms, holding me close as I trembled from the intensity of our session, and from the emotional turbulence the day had wrought over both of us.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered into my matted hair, his hands moving over my back in soothing strokes as I clung to him like a lifeline.
“It was too much,” I sobbed into his shoulder.
“I know. I know, little bird. For me, too,” he admitted, his voice having lost all the earlier gruff and growl, taking on a much more calming tone. He kissed along my temple, down the side of my cheek until our lips met. My tears and the rain wet our kisses as we clung to one another, both of us uncaring about the messy state we were in.
We were both completely covered in mud and grass and soaked to the bone with rain.
“Let’s get you inside, shall we?” he whispered after our kiss had long ended. I was shivering with the cold as the rain pounded down on our crouched bodies. The thunder seemed to have taken on a life of its own, rolling through the quiet sky, threatening a more violent storm soon to come.
How fitting,I thought to myself, as he lifted me into his arms.
He carried me clear to the house, as if I weighed nothing. I snuggled into the warmth of the crook of his neck, finding comfort in the gentle thrumming sound of his wildly beating heart.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his shoulder.
“Hush now, little bird. The time for talking is later,” he cooed at me gently as we made our way up the steps of our home. I smirked, hiding my face in his shoulder. Our home. And for possibly the first time since I had become Mrs. Malachi Temple, it truly felt like our home. Not his home. Not my home. But ours. Just the two of us.
