Page 50 of His Reward
“That’s not possible.We’re not allowed—”
“We don’t need anyone’s permission.”
“You meanyoudon’t care if I give you mine.”
He caresses my waist and squeezes my hip.“If you want me to stop, saystop, and I will.”
My lips part to say the word.More whimpers come out instead as he plants urgent kisses and quick sucks down my neck, my chest, and the swells of my breasts.
This is the exact kind of moment Malcolm was teaching me how to escape, yet I don’t try to stop him when he yanks down the front of my tank top, exposing my bare breasts.
“Fucking amazing.”
My mind can’t make up itself.One moment, it’s yelling at me that I shouldn’t enjoy this.The next, it’s filling me with pride at his admiration.
My body is the worst traitor too.When his big hands cup my breasts, my nipples quickly harden as he rolls his thumbs over them.He dips his head and grabs one between his lips, sucking it while he squeezes my other breast.
“Ahh…”
I slip my hand to the back of his head and squirm under him, moaning as his tongue swirls around my nipple and flicks it.He sucks it again, harder, each firm tug like a button press that makes my pussy clench.
Malcolm squeezes my breasts together and pays similar attention to my other hard bud.Eager to enjoy me, he bobs his head back and forth, his mouth and tongue wet, warm and greedy on my flesh.
“Mmh… I love tasting you…” he groans.His mouth delivers another firm tug, making me whimper.“These cherries are so sweet, I’ll gain weight if I suck on them all day.”
“You’re not supposed to love it.You’re not supposed to know what I taste like.”
He lifts his head from my breast and pushes his hand past my shorts, into my underwear.His mouth hovering over mine, his fingers trail over my pelvis, going lower to rub my pussy.He gives me a teasing smile.
“You say that, yet your soaking wet pussy says you love it too.”His fingers slip and slide in my juices as shameful proof.“My naughty girl loves it when I suck on her tits.”
When he parts me and strokes my clit, I moan and roll my hips to meet his touch.He captures my bottom lip with his mouth and sucks it.
“I have a confession.”His breath ghosts over my lips.It’s hard to pay attention to his words while he’s rubbing my button in slow, torturous circles.“The night you woke up and caught me in your bed, that wasn’t the first time I did it.”
Thatdefinitely gets my attention.I stiffen under him in surprise.
“When—”
“The night before.”
Oh my god.That was when he spent the night after we first found out about the intruder!
“I came into your room to check on you,” he continues, his touch between my legs still distracting.“There you were, my perfect sleeping beauty, waiting for a kiss.But I’m no prince, so you didn’t wake up when I kissed your pussy.”
He forces a finger into me, the sudden action cutting off my indignant response.I cry out and arch my back, my curved neck an offering he accepts with kisses all the way up to my ear.
“I wanted to fuck you so bad that night.”Malcolm’s thick finger strokes inside me as his low growl fills my head.His familiar words confirms it wasn’t a dream.Hewasin my bedroom that night like he said.“I barely held myself back.So I did what I’m doing to you now.I pushed my fingers inside you and pretended they were my cock.And you came on them too.”
He forces another finger into me.I let out a gasping cry again instead of the wordstoplike I should.He took advantage of metwice.I shouldn’t let him do it a third time.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me a third time, maybe I like being fooled.
Maybe some deep, dark part of me likes being taken against my will by Malcolm.
