Page 51 of His Reward
“I thought you were a good guy.”My voice is strained and breathy, my body pure contradiction.I twist and buck my hips to escape his fingers pumping into me.I also can’t help lifting them to accept his thrusts.“You’re not!A good guy wouldn’t do what you did to me.”
“Sweetheart, you made me the best version of myself that night I saved you from the fire.”He presses a tender kiss just below my ear.“You also make me the worst.I’ll do anything, even bad things, to have you.”
His first admission made me angry.This one has my emotions in turmoil.It’s scary yet thrilling that he wants me so much, he’ll take me by any means necessary.
My underwear and shorts trap his hand, his palm brushing against my sensitive nub.I cling to his shoulders, pleasurable tension growing in my body.His fingers plunge into me, the steady stroking along my walls pulling reluctant moans from my lips.
Malcolm abruptly pulls his fingers out of me.I groan at their loss.When he holds my gaze as he sucks my wetness from his fingers, I’m ashamed how much that turns me on.
He raises himself, and I tense as he pulls down my workout shorts and underwear at the same time.
Say stop.
The determined glint in Malcolm’s eyes tells me he plans to go all the way.He won’t stop himself like he did last time.
It’s crucial I resist him right this second.If I don’t, we’ll do something even more taboo than what we’ve done so far.
But I’m in a trance, mindlessly lifting my hips and letting him remove the bottom half of my clothes.He flings them aside, then shoves down his gym shorts and underwear next.
My gaze immediately hones in on his cock and my eyes widen.It’s evenmoreintimidating out in the open.
Boy, was he right to say it’s not a twig.It’s thick, hard, and long, swaying slowly with his movements as he tosses his clothes too.
Malcolm bends and kisses me again.He grabs my hand and makes me hold him.I have Mal’s cock in my hand.Well, barely.The man is blessed.I have to keep adjusting my short fingers around him for a proper grip.Our size difference has never been more blatant.
I’m so amazed by the experience, I act without thinking.I give him an experimental squeeze, delighted by his firmness, his warmth, and how he pulses against my palm.
He groans softly.The sexy sound sends a rush of pleasure through my body, strengthening the ache between my legs.
His hips jerk forward when I sweep my thumb over the slope, smearing his pre-cum around his flushed tip.He shudders as I stroke him, rocking his hips so he’s fucking my hand.
Malcolm is physically stronger than me, but I’m the one with the power literally in my hand, and I’m heady at the thought.
“Put me inside you,” he murmurs.
I release him, my face warm as I offer an alternative.
“What if I sucked you instead?”
“I want your mouth, but I want your pussy more.”
He lowers his hips to mine.We’re skin to skin for the first time, and we both groan as he saws his hardness along my slick lips.I can’t help myself because it feels so good.I writhe under him, lifting my hips to rub against him too.
But that only encourages Malcolm to take things further despite what I said.His breathing heavy, he grasps himself and slides his fat tip between my slit, parting me.
I splay my hand against his chest, panic and excitement twisting together in my gut.My breathing grows heavy too, my heart racing as his cockhead prods my entrance.
Oh god.He’s going to do it.
My dad’s best friend is going to push his cock inside me.
Say stop.
But I want it.
I shouldn’t!
“Mal, we shouldn’t—”
