Page 44 of Sunrise Malice

“I’m allowed to change my mind.”

“Yes, you are.” He stares at me and I know he’s struggling not to smother my mouth with his.

I want him to do it so badly.

Slowly, I grind myself along his hard dick.

His eyes go heavy-lidded and he lets out a groan. It’s the most sinful and gorgeous expression on a man’s face I’ve ever seen in my life.

“You like that,” I whisper, going so slow it kills me, but it feels really good.

“You’re very fucking bad, my wife,” he says, purring with pleasure. He bites one of my nipples softly and sucks it hard. I moan, arching my back to let him lick the other too.

“I want this,” I whimper, staring at him with my mouth hanging open. “Don’t make me beg.”

His expression darkens. Light sucks out of his eyes. “That’s what I want, baby. I want you to beg.”

“Julien—”

He drags me forward by the hair and his mouth finally crushes mine. I gasp into that kiss, my mind completely blown, pleasure wreaking havoc on my body. I groan and whimper, makingnoises I didn’t know I could make, as I grind against his dick harder.

His tongue dominates me. His hand holds my hair tightly and controls me.

His lips take me and own me, and I give myself over to him, willing and needy and moaning.

It’s the kind of kiss that lingers. It’s the kind of kiss that can change everything, and I feel it shifting pieces in my mind, rearranging hate, rearranging love, replacing it all with pure and dripping lust.

A dark and beautiful desire blooms in my guts and I’m totally lost.

It’s the kind of kiss that can break a girl.

“Beg for me, baby,” he whispers, pulling my hair tight. “Beg and I’ll give you the release you need.”

“Julien, please,” I gasp, moving my hips faster. He licks his lower lip as he looks at my tits and my mouth, and I know the filthy thoughts he’s having.

I’m having them too.

He suddenly stands and lifts me from the water. I yelp in surprise, but he only puts me down on the edge of the tub, lifting my feet up so my knees are raised and my legs are spread. He drops down and kisses me, then kisses lower, to my breasts and my nipples, down to my belly, until he pushes aside my soaked underwear and licks my pussy top to bottom.

“Oh, fuck,” I say, shivering with pleasure. I grab his hair with one hand as his mouth goes to work, and my god.

The man knows what he’s doing.

His tongue rips into me. His lips suck and work my clit, and my brain is totally broken. The sounds he’s making should be freaking illegal, and if he had neighbors, they’d all hear me moaning loudly into the night. Fuck, it feels so good, and my back arches as the pleasure peaks and builds, sharper and sharper, a bright glow between my legs.

Then he slides two fingers deep into my pussy, curling them and moving them out again, before pushing them into my mouth.

I suck the taste of my pussy as he licks my clit, and all my triggers are pulled.

I come hard against his mouth. I’d scream his name, but his fingers are buried against my tongue. I gasp, moaning, noise stifled as I suck and come, and he’s sucking and licking, and I nearly black out from the pleasure.

But slowly, I come down. He pulls back, a wicked smile on his lips. I sit there, panting hard, naked and damp. The air’s cold against my goose-pimpled flesh.

He leans back and admires me.

“You look so fucking beautiful after you come,” he says, licking his lips.

Oh my god.

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