Page 29 of Malice

Instinct and surprise made him start to step back, but her hand wrapped around his cock stopping him.

This was the last thing he was expecting, but there was no way he’d stop her, not if this is what she wanted. Her prize? Hell it felt like a prize to him. What the hell had he done to deserve something like this?

She licked him up and down several times, reminding him of a kid with a lollipop. Then she rolled her gaze upward, until she watched him through her lashes as she covered him with her mouth. Working back and forth several times until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.

Malice bit back a groan as her cheeks hollowed when she sealed her lips around him then pulled back until just the tip remained in her mouth. He fisted his hands at his sides, trying to resist the urge to bury them in her hair and make things go at his pace. Instead, he locked his knees and tried to keep from moving as he watched her work her way up and down his erection.

She swirled the tip of her tongue around the rim before sinking back down over his length. Heat raced through him.

“Oh, god, sweetness.” His fingers ached to bury themselves in her hair, so instead he picked up both arms and laced his fingers together behind his own head. His back arched as she brought one hand up to cup and squeeze his balls.

“I’m not going to last if you keep that up, Bonnie.”

Her only answer was to do it again, as her other hand smoothed up his torso to flick and tease one of his nipples. The two sensations was more than he could take. Fire raced up his spine and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m coming,” he warned seconds before he erupted, giving her a chance to pull away if she wanted. To his surprise, she didn’t.

When his cock had finished pumping and his muscles relaxed, he looked down as she pulled off him, a satisfied look on her face as she licked her lips and leaned back watching him.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” She smiled up at him, not seeming to notice or care that all she wore was her bra and panties.

“Have you?” he asked, trying to decide how he would handle what he wanted to do next.

She nodded. “I have.” Her look was satisfied, but somehow challenging. As if asking what he was going to do in response.

“Good. Cause now it’s my turn.” He bent and picked her up, lifting her so she hung over one shoulder as he carried her to the bedroom. He wanted them both to be comfortable while he got what he wanted.

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Bonnielaystaringatthe ceiling, trying to catch her breath. She had started it with the surprise blow job she’d called her prize, but Corey had topped that. She’d lost count of how many times he’d made her come, first with his mouth then with him inside her. Now she was so relaxed, so limp with exhaustion, she didn’t know if she could get up or when she might be able to move again.

Now, as she lay here, his arms around her, she couldn’t think of anywhere she needed to go to make her want to move. Eventually, she would have to but right now, there was no where better, no where that felt safer, than here in his arms. As she was lying there, reveling in the moment, her stomach rumbled, loudly.

Corey chuckled. “I think we missed dinner. Want to go into town and find some thing to eat? We can do a little grocery shopping too, so there’s food in the place and we don’t have to rely on the main house for everything we eat.”

She took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out in a rush. She wasn’t ready to get up, she wasn’t ready to move. But if she didn’t, she’d wake in the middle of the night, too hungry to sleep. She’d done it before when she’d gotten into a drawing and forgotten to eat, then passed out exhausted.

“We probably should. But I don’t want to move yet.”

“I don’t either.” He tightened his arm around her middle, tugging her closer until he could kiss her temple. “But if we don’t get moving, we won’t get to town until everything is closed.” He pulled away, sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

Bonnie listened as he went into the restroom and closed the door. He’d be out in a minute and then it would be her turn. With a sigh, she got up. She might as well get moving.

Thirty minutes later she sat in the cab of his truck as they headed into town. She watched out the window as the countryside swept past, thinking. Today had been fun, but tomorrow she would have to go back to work, back to her life, or at least part of it. She wasn’t quite sure yet how that would work, but they would figure it out, she didn’t doubt that. But what Phillip might do worried her.

He was turning out to be more than she’d expected. More troublesome, at the very least, but she couldn’t help but wonder if something she had done had led him to believe she’d wanted more than she had. Was it something she’d said that made him act that way? She didn’t think so, but what if it was something she’d done?

“What are you thinking about so seriously over there?” Corey asked a couple of minutes after he’d turned onto the paved highway.

Bonnie shook her head, bringing her mind back to the present. She told him the direction her thoughts had taken.

“Are you serious?” He glanced at her as if trying to read her expression.

“Serious about what?”

“Are you seriously over there wondering if something you did caused that fuckwad to act like this?” He sounded angry.

She blinked, wondering what she’d done wrong. “I’m not saying I meant for it to happen, but I’m wondering if there’s something I said or did to make him think this way.”

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