Page 26 of Prince of Malice

Still trying to catch my breath, my heart beating out of my chest, I look back at him and smirk. “No.”

Smiling back at me, Dominic leans in once again. He kisses me again, aggressively this time, plunging his tongue into my mouth as though in ownership and I like it. I love it. I want more and more and more of him.

I can smell the acrid scent of his exertion mixed with the scent of his arousal and something else, something woody, something him.

He slides me across the side of the car,takes one hand off of my waist, and yanks the car door open behind me.

“What are you doing?” I ask him softly.

“Just go with it,” he whispers back to me. “I’ll give you what you want.”

Swinging the door open, he pushes me down and shoves me onto the back seat.

Crawling back in the car, I feel the weight of Dominic’s body moving onto my own. On top of me, he runs his hand up my chest and rips my shirt open. The buttons pop and my chest is exposed.

I fight for my arms to be freed, needing them for what comes next. I wrap them around his neck and pull him closer to me, alternating between kissing his neck and biting softly into it. I hear him draw a sharp breath through his teeth, recoiling ever so slightly from the pain.

“You little brat,” he murmurs in my ear. I can’t help but giggle.

Pushing himself up, he starts to work his way down my entire body, running his tongue down my chest, kissing my stomach gently and then biting it, and only stopping once he reaches my waistline. He takes his hands and slowly undoes my belt, the feelingof his hands brushing against my already hardening cock makes my body quiver.

Unzipping the fly of my pants, he teases me by slowly pulling them down to my knees. Wanting to watch every moment of this, I see him grin at the sight of my throbbing bulge fighting to be freed from my underwear.

“Take them off,” I beg.

He responds only by rubbing both of his hands along the fabric of my boxers, digging his nails into them as he grabs hold of the material and tears straight through them.

“Is this what you want, sweet step-brother?” he asks as he looks down at me with hunger.

“Please..” I gasp and I am suddenly incapable of anything coherent.

Now free, my erect penis springs toward his face, pressing gently against it. The feeling of our skin touching is exhilarating, but it only gets better as he grabs hold of my cock and puts it straight into his mouth in a way that feels better than even in my very best dreams.

Rising up and down and massaging it with only his lips, I release an uncontrollablemoan as if it were permission for him to continue. I grip the seat beneath my back, digging my nails into its firm leather and holding on to it for dear life. I can feel my own soul leave my body as Dominic intensifies his control over me.

He bobs his head faster and faster, my growing fervor feeling as if it’s reaching its peak and I’m about to explode inside of his mouth, but he doesn’t stop. I edge closer and closer to my breaking point. I try to hold it back, but his tongue just feels so good and I can’t stop myself any longer.

My entire body contorts as the overwhelming feeling takes over every single one of my muscles as I ejaculate into Dominic’s mouth. Erupting into him, I feel his throat flex repeatedly as he swallows every last drop of it.

He pulls his head up from my crotch and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, taking his jacket off and tossing it down beside us in the increasingly cramped back seat.

Next, he grabs me by the back of the head, gripping my hair in his hand and usingit to pull me down into his lap. Burying my face into his crotch, he makes me feel the hard outline of his member against my cheek.

“I want you to beg for it,” he demands with a smug look building on his face.

I know I’m completely at his mercy, and I have no power or say over what happens in this car. I feel weak and helpless. I love it.

“Please give me your cock. I want to taste every inch of you, I want you to use my throat for your pleasure,” I plead with him.

“Good boy,” he responds, using his free hand to take down his pants and letting loose his unfathomable length.

It’s so much bigger and more meaty than I thought and I gulp at the thought of taking it all.

Not that I’m going to get much choice now that I have begged for it, I realize that.

Against my own will, he forces it straight down into my throat and I gag again and again, but he doesn’t stop. My eyes are watering and drool is beginning to spill from my lips. I am absolutely choking on him.

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