Page 37 of His Reward
That’s how he was when I woke up and caught him a few hours ago.Being reminded of his betrayal should make me angry again, but lust is the only emotion controlling me right now.
Malcolm and I stare at each other as he moves his face closer to my pussy.Eyes wide, lips parted, I hold my breath at the sordid reality.His face between my legs is the most wrong thing I’ve ever seen.
My dad’s best friend is about to eat my pussy.
It’s not the first time he’s done this, but it’s the first time I’m an active participant.Earlier, I tried to use a scale to judge the inappropriateness of our kiss.Well, we broke the scale a while back.This only compounds the wrongness.
Malcolm presses a firm kiss to my pussy and I jerk at the contact.
“Oh...”
Satisfaction in his eyes, he follows the kiss with a slow, insistent lick.I moan and lift my hips for more.He delivers, lapping at me again and again, his relaxed pace growing eager.
Malcolm groans as he shoves his mouth harder against me.His tongue is everywhere at once, rapidly sliding up and down and all around me.He swirls it over my clit as he sucks it firmly.
“Oh… ohh… ohh god…”
My chest heaves as I moan and squirm under him.My hands in his hair, I hold the back of his head to encourage his sinful, hungry feasting.His low groan vibrates through me.
“Fuck… baby… you’re so fucking delicious.I could eat you up all night.”
Malcolm lifts my legs and pushes them back.He holds me in a vulgar spread and growls while he enjoys me to the fullest.His fingers dig into my thighs as he sucks me whole, licks me harder, parts me with his tongue and stabs it into me.
I stare up at my bedroom ceiling with wide eyes and open lips, gripped by pleasure and shock.I’m his best friend’s daughter, yet Malcolm unrepentantly devours me like he’s headed for execution and I’m his last meal.
He releases one of my legs and I groan as he eases his fingers deep inside me.He multitasks licking me greedily while he fucks me with his fingers.No other man has ever devoted himself to my pleasure like this, but ever since we reconnected, Malcolm keeps making it clear how much he loves taking care of me.
Pressure builds between my legs, my body straining for release.I clutch a fistful of his hair as he ardently licks my pussy.His fingers pump in and out of me, stroking that sweet spot buried inside me with expert consistency.
My eyes squeezed shut, my gasping whimpers grow louder as the tension intensifies until it finally releases.
“Ohh… oh god...Mal...”
Moaning the nickname I’ve called Malcolm for years while I come on his face is another twisted layer to this taboo moment.
Bliss hits me hard, leaving me shaking and breathless.The pulsing between my legs is so intense that my walls clamp tight around his fingers still thrusting into me.Malcolm groans against me and moves his head side to side, doubling his efforts to draw out my orgasm.
My body goes slack as my release fades into mild tingles.He pulls away and raises himself onto his knees.He sucks my wetness from his fingers again, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
I pant, trying to catch my breath from coming so hard.My gaze drops to that huge bulge in his boxers.Its outline is more pronounced when he grabs it and strokes it over his underwear.I tense in anticipation and meet his gaze.
I want to fuck you so bad.
That’s what he said to me in my dream last night.That’s what his eyes say now, their hazel depths dark with lust.
It’s so messed up, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a desperate need for anything else.I want Malcolm to fuck me too.
Every part of me is silently begging him to do it, to push his cock deep inside me and make me come on it just like I did on his mouth and fingers.
He’s breathing hard as he rubs himself, his jaw clenched, a conflicted look crossing his face for the first time since this whole thing started.
To my surprise and great disappointment, he shuffles backward and leaves the bed.He stares at me for a moment, then turns and strides out of my room without another word.My door clicks shut behind him.
What the hell!
I blow out a harsh breath and scowl at my ceiling.I’m mad at him for leaving, mad at myself for being mad that he left.How can I be upset when stopping things before they got too far is what I wanted in the first place?
It’s a good thing he made the right choice.If it were up to me, we would’ve made the wrongest one of our lives.
