Page 54 of His Reward
“Oh, Mal… yes… right there…”
I tilt my head back.Oh my god.This is incredible.Itisdifferent than when I’m on my back.With gravity forcing me down onto Malcolm’s skillful tongue, every sensation is amplified.
“Mmh… so fucking good…” he groans.“Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy…”
He stabs his tongue up inside me and I cry out, bucking my hips and gripping his hair tighter.He should be worried.There’s a small chance I might get carried away and rip strands from his scalp.
He tongue-fucks me, then slides it back up to my clit to lap it again.Despite my grip on his head, he still manages to move it side to side and back and forth, enjoying hissnackto the fullest.
I ride Malcolm’s face hard as my pleasure mounts, my thighs shake, and my body grows taut.When my orgasm finally hits, I toss my head back.My fingers twist in his hair as I gasp and shudder from mindless bliss.
“Ohhh my goood...yessss...ohhh yesss...Mal...Mal…”
Malcolm groans and tightens his hold on my thighs.He doesn’t let up, his greedy attention on my button prolonging my climax until I’m exhausted.I slump forward and plant my hands above his head on the carpet, barely holding myself up.
He pulls out from under me, flips me onto my back, and lies on top of me again.When he kisses me, I return it, tasting myself on him.
“I got so stiff while I was eating your pussy, sweetheart,” he groans against my lips, sliding his cock along between my slick thighs.“I’ll go crazy if I’m not inside you right this second.”
He doesn’t need to guide himself into me.It’s a waterfall between my legs.With a slight adjustment of his hips, his cockhead is at my entrance, pushing into me, his hard length sliding deep.
He kisses me and raises himself so he could piston his cock into me.His hungry gaze trained on my chest, he fondles my breast, then moves his hand to my sternum.
Malcolm just made sweet love to me with his mouth.Now he holds me down and beats his thick cock into my poor little pussy like it insulted him.His thrusts are hard, fast, and relentless, vigorously shaking me, pulling gasping moans from my parted lips.
I raise my legs, squeezing them around his flexed thighs to accept it all.I’ve never known what it felt like to be a fuck doll until now, and my pussy loves its destruction.
“This pussy ismine,” he growls.“You’re mine.Say it.”
“I’m yours…” I gasp immediately.“My pussy is yours…”
“And I’m going to come in it…” His hard flesh throbs inside me, reinforcing his promise.“…make sure it stays mine forever.”
His intention is clear.He wants to get me pregnant.No wonder he looked pleased when I told him I wasn’t on birth control.
Sex with my dad’s best friend isn’t the ultimate taboo after all.Being bred by him is the pinnacle of wrong.This is the last line weabsolutelyshouldn’t cross, but I’m so turned on by the idea, pleasure surges between my legs as he swells inside me.I hold on to him and moan as I come on his cock again.
“Yes… yes… Mal… come in me…”
“Fuck… oh fuck… baby…”
He grunts, his body shaking as he pulses inside me from his release.My walls spasm hard around his thick length sliding back and forth inside me.I feel every throb as Malcolm’s warm cum fills my pussy, and the satisfying sensation strengthens my orgasm.
Malcolm continues thrusting into me, lowering his face to give me a deep, tender kiss while he breeds me.He only slows down when he’s soft and my climax has lessened to gentle flutters around him.
His ragged breathing fans my neck as he drops another kiss there.I sweep my hands up his back, then cup his face and kiss him.He returns it, groaning softly as his tongue slides with mine.
I thought this would be a huge mistake.The real mistake was getting in my own way.Others might think it’s wrong for Malcolm and I to be together, but it doesn’t feel that way at all.This feels inevitable.This feelsright.
The way he looks at me when our lips separate makes my heart race, my feelings for him just as exciting too.I caress his face, dragging my thumb over his lips.
I was wrong to say he isn’t a good guy.I’m alive because of him, and he continues to care for me and protect me.But I was right too.He isn’t a good guy because he’s better than that.
He’s perfect for me.
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I’m yanked awake by a low thud and the bed’s gentle vibration.
