Page 22 of The Deity of Death

I rest Melina down gently, shoving my hands up her dress and clawing her panties down her legs. They’re soaked, and I shove them closer to my mouth for a lick. I love the taste of this woman. I’d have her cunt for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could. But not right now. My throbbing loins need to release the tension built up after a week of anguish.

Her thighs part slowly as I fiddle with my zipper and free my cock from its bonds. I won’t strip naked, not right now, on the chance Henry comes waddling back down the hall. By the time I free it, Melina is spread wide, bare, and her fingers are already working the length of her slit.

Moans squeak from her lips while her deep blue ocean eyes stare directly at my shaft. I can’t take this anymore.

I grab Melina by the thighs and slide her off the table. She falls onto her feet, the fingers she used to touch herself instantly wrap around the base of my cock.

“Can’t make up your mind on how you want me?” she teases me, coating my veiny erection with her pussy juice.

“I couldn’t, but now I have.” I get a grip on Melina’s upper arm and spin her around. She giggles as she spins. It doesn’t stop, even as I bend over over the table, with her bare ass in the air.

It takes one step for my rod to glide between Melina’s soaking thighs. And it’s one stroke between them that nearly makes me fall flat on my ass.

“Shove it in me,” Melina orders in a bratty tone. “Do it now. I want it. Give it to me.”

But every sentence is followed by a giggle, her head snapping over a shoulder to stare at me.

“Your wish is my command.” Grabbing the base, I guide my muscle up her silky folds. My knees buckle with every motion until I reach her entrance.

I slide it up and down a few more times until I’m coated in her liquid. How I managed to control myself long enough to get lubricated is beyond me. With a deep breath to still my thumping heart, I bury myself inside of her. Right down to the fucking hilt.

Melina’s mouth parts in a massive O, and her eyes instantly shoot to the back of her skull. I latch onto her thighs for stability, fighting against my body's urges to fail and collapse.

As soon as I find my strength again, there’s no holding back. Every thrust is faster than the last, and it doesn’t take much for my balls to start tightening. I pin her to the table while erotic waves of pleasure bellow from her core. Squeaking moans, deep, humming groans, and the sound of my body colliding with her ass send me overboard. Her pussy tightens with every thrust, edging me ever closer to the final release.

“You feel so good inside me,” Melina pants between rapid breathing.

Melina starts bucking her ass into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her words hit my ear as her pussy clenches my cock from a blasting orgasm. It’s that feeling, right there, as her walls close in and suffocate my manhood, that always makes me lose control.

This time is no different.

Two more thrusts are all it takes before I empty myself into her. A thunderous war cry tears its way from my lips, and I collapse over her on the table. She shakes her ass against my cock, with a devilish giggle accompanying the motion.

How does she still have the energy after that?

She gives me time to come back down to earth from the great high she gave me and doesn’t even seem to mind my massive weight crushing her down on the table. And when I do eventually flop off her, I drop straight to the floor, head on the ground, eyes to the ceiling.

She falls beside me and hooks my arm around her shoulder.

“So…” she starts as a finger finds the grooves of my pectorals, “did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?” I’m struggling to catch my breath.

“When you said you love me?” Her eyes are glued to the side of my face.

“Of course, I meant it. I love you, Melina. I’m sure I have since the first second I saw you,” I admit. I’ll never lie to her, not about anything, and especially not this. “More than the sun, and the stars, and the moon.”

“Well, you know what, you big softy?” She sounds so happy here in my arms. So serene and playful. And it warms my heart to hear it. “I love you. And we’re gonna be married. And it’s all gonna be great.”

And with her by my side, everything always will be.

EPILOGUE

MALIK

Two Months Later

“You didn’t invite anyone to this shindig?” Henry Remington asks while we stare over a crowd of well-dressed people and smiling faces. He has a hand on my shoulder, the way a father would his son when his boy did something worthy of praise.

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