Page 97 of Malevolent Secrets

“You want me to beg?”

“Don’t put ideas into my mind.”

I lean closer into him but he still doesn’t move. I take his hand and place it on my crotch, pressing tightly.

“Really? You’re going to make me do this all by myself?” I groan and arch my back as I rub myself faster and he swallows.

I don't think it is biologically possible for him to get harder than he is right now, but he does.

I lean down, pressing my lips to his neck. I kiss a path up to his neck, sticking out my tongue and licking as I go. His grip on me tightens and he groans again.

“Daniella, we need to talk more.”

“Yes, but not now, not right now.”

I unbutton his shirt and I see the bandage around his midsection. That sobers me up and I feel the tears again as I trail a finger across it lightly.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask him, and he thrusts forward so that his dick presses deeper into me. I moan, and he does too.

“Does it feel like you're hurting me?” I shake my head.

“Touch me. Please, I want to feel you everywhere.”

It’s like a switch is flipped on in him. And his mouth is on mine, and we are groaning into each other’s mouths.

He hoists me against his body and pulls off my shorts in one swift move that leaves me in just my lace thong.

“Already so wet for me. Such a good girl. Tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”

His voice is like gravel, his tongue is like lava and his hand is a miracle on my inner thigh, creeping higher and higher until he gets to that damp spot. He shifts the thong to the side and rubs slow, tight circles that have me gasping and holding on to his shoulder blades for dear life.

I throw my head back when he inserts two fingers in and it takes everything in me not to scream.

The sounds are obscenely wet and I would be embarrassed at how turned on I am if I wasn't enjoying this so much. He kisses me and licks my jaw down to my neck, pulling my camisole down to reveal my breasts. His tongue laps and sucks on my nipples until I'm seeing fucking stars.

“Come on baby, take everything you need from me.”

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I increase my pace, riding his fingers. The orgasm rips through me so unexpectedly that I can do nothing about the scream that tears from my mouth.

“Fuck. I've dreamed of that sound, this look on your face right now. I have fucked my fist just thinking about it. I didn't think I would ever get to see it again.”

“Me neither,” I say and I bend my head and meet his mouth in a kiss. I can still feel him hard under me and because it’s something I've wanted for such a long time, I slide down his body and drop to my knees.

“Daniella, you don't have to.”

“Yeah, but I want to. You're not the only one who's been dreaming about this.” I stroke him through his pants and he closes his eyes.

“Please?” I'm already unbuckling his belt and pulling out his impressive length before he can respond. He's so hard and beautiful that I actually salivate. I give it one good tug and he throws his head back.

“Fuck, Daniella.”

Taking that as encouragement, I lock onto the tip and he groans and holds my head.

“Don’t play with me right now.”

I smile a very coy smile and wrap my lips around him. Then I lower my head to accommodate as much of him as I can. His groan is long and loud and he thrusts his hips forward, effectively fucking my face. I'm enjoying this so much that I don't even know when I moan, but that seems to really get him going.

“I’m going to fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.”

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