Page 63 of Malice
Then he sucked my clit into his mouth, and we both stopped talking.
I was reduced to little more than moans as I dug my fingers into his hair and held on to him for dear life. The things he could do with his mouth were, well, sinful. I was so on board with what he was doing to my body that I didn’t even feel the need to beg for forgiveness. I was a total convert.
He wanted to do this every day? Sign me the fuck up. He needed to feed too. I could take care of him. Honestly, I should. He did the same for me.
“Fuck, Sin,” I moaned, whimpering when he slid two fingers inside me and curled them upward, pressing right fucking there.
“I know, baby. You’re being so good for me. Taking everything I’m giving you with such pretty whimpers.” He pulled back just far enough that he could look up at me, his lips shiny with my arousal. “But I’m a glutton, and I won’t be satisfied until I have all of you.”
“Don’t make me come yet. If I come, you will too, and you have to be inside me if you’re going to get me pregnant.” Was that my voice that sounded so high-pitched and frantic? Yes. Yes, it was.
“Christ,” he muttered, pressing his forehead to my inner thigh. “I never thought the idea of knocking someone up would make me so hard, but those words from your lips have me leaking.”
I reached down and grabbed his arms, tugging so I could get him to stand. I needed to see exactly what I was doing to him. “Show me.”
Rising, he stood there on display, his clothes completely gone, dick standing proudly at attention, the tip glistening with precum, a drop falling to the floor as I watched.
“You’re wasting it,” I whispered. “Everything you can give me belongs inside.”
His cock twitched, hands grabbing my thighs hard enough I’d have bruises. Twin pulses of arousal punched through the room, blanketing us in each other’s pheromones and sending our need for each other through the roof.
“Stop teasing me, Sin. Fuck me and breed me already.”
His expression was feral as he leaned in to steal another kiss. “You could not be more perfect,” he breathed.
Impatient, I snaked a hand between us and grabbed his length, giving it one long stroke that made him groan before notching him at my slick entrance. “Please.”
“As much as I love hearing you beg, you never need to. I’m pretty sure I was born to take care of you, Merri.”
He drove home, bottoming out in a deep thrust that had us both making unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
“Yes. More.” I was nearly incoherent as I clawed at his back and wrapped my legs around his hips.
It didn’t seem to matter how often I fed these days. When it came to my four horsemen, I was always a needy bitch. And they loved to cater to my needs.
I really loved that for me.
“Fuck, kitten. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight.”
“Yes.”
“You want to make me come in your pretty pussy?”
“God, yes.”
“You want my baby.”
The way those words caused my belly to clench made him gasp, and I was pretty sure his knees buckled there for a second.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
As much as his breeding talk was doing for my impending orgasm, it was suddenly super important that he know that wasn’t all this was. Yes, we needed to save the world. And yes, he needed to impregnate me for that to happen. But even without that, I wanted more of this. More of him.
Cupping his cheek in my hand, I made sure he was looking at me when I bared a tiny sliver of my soul. “I...” I stopped myself as words I wasn’t ready for danced on the tip of my tongue. No, that wasn’t something I would say. Not now. Possibly not ever again.
“What, baby?”
“I want it all with you, Sin.”
