Page 36 of His Reward
I squirm underneath him, pushing against his chest.He doesn’t move an inch.He kisses just below my ear, his voice low and firm with determination.
“I’m not going to stop until I finish what I started.”
My heart drums.What does he mean by that?Is he going to fuck me whether I want it or not?
I do want it.
No, I don’t!
Which voice is lying and which one’s telling the truth?I know the answer.I’m just too ashamed to admit it to myself.
Malcolm lifts himself and moves back.That’s my chance to escape whatever he plans to do to me.I’m frozen by perverse curiosity, my gaze fixed on the large tent in his boxers.I don’t stop him either when he hooks his fingers into my shorts and pulls them down my legs.
I’m not wearing underwear.He took them off so he could have his dirty way with me while I was unaware.When he chased after the intruder, I quickly grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on.
He spreads my legs and my face burns that I’m totally bared to my dad’s best friend.I try to close them and he grips my knees holding me open.I put my hands between my thighs.Slickness smears my fingers.
“Why are you hiding yourself?I already had a good look at it, babygirl.”He licks his lips.“Tasted it too.”
I glare at him.“You shouldn’t be proud of that.You should be sorry for what you did.”
“Iamsorry.I’m sorry I got interrupted before I made you come on my face.But the night’s not over yet.”
More warmth rush to my cheeks and I stare up at Malcolm, seeing him with fresh, wide-open eyes.The man I knew before tonight seemed so sweet and gentlemanly.Little did I know, lurking beneath his good guy façade was a filthy-mouthed version, a dark hunger in his eyes that’s scary and thrilling.
He bends over me, gliding his hand up the inside of my right thigh.I tremble from his touch but push against his chest when he tries to kiss me again.
He pulls my other hand away from between my legs and strokes me.I whimper, my traitorous hips lifting to meet his hand.Triumph fills his hazel eyes.
“All that protesting how this is wrong, and you still got so wet for me.”
No lies detected, only shame because he’s right.His fingers glide over me with ease as he rubs me back and forth.
“That doesn’t mean anything.It doesn’t mean I want this.”
“Youdowant this.”His voice is a low rumble, his breath ghosting over my lips.“You don’t have to say the words.Your moans are enough for me.”
His forehead pressed to mine, Malcolm inhales my whimpers when he parts me and strokes my clit.My morals fight a losing battle with lust.I close my eyes and groan his name in protest while I rock my hips to his dirty touch.
I don’t understand how something so wrong could feel so good.How two conflicting voices can exist in my head at the same time.One demands,stop this.The other cries,more.
He slips his fingers lower and eases one into me, swallowing my long moan as he sinks it deeper.My walls eagerly tighten around it.That deep craving to be filled is somewhat satisfied, but when he squeezes another one into me, I moan as his large fingers stretch me.
“Good girl.Take them deep and moan for uncle.”
I can’t believe it.While his crude reminder of our close relationship burns me up with more shame, he’senjoyingthe wrongness of what’s happening right now.
My hand is still at his chest but I don’t stop him when he dips his head and kisses me again.He groans into my mouth as he pumps his fingers into my pussy.
Soft, wet sounds follow every thrust of his fingers inside me.I moan and roll my hips, shamefully taking pleasure from his thick fingers stroking along my insides and filling me deep with each plunge.
Malcolm trails his kiss to my jaw, his stubble prickling my skin.He pulls his fingers out of me and circles my clit again, his fingers slippery with my wetness.I writhe under him.My body heat and pleasure climbs, along with the volume of my moans.
I tense and let out a frustrated groan when he abruptly pulls his fingers away.He sticks them in his mouth and sucks them, then smirks at me.
“Don’t worry.I’m not done with you.”
After he steals another kiss, he crawls down my body, and lies on his stomach, his face between my spread thighs.
