Page 34 of Choosing Jenny
His heavy breaths brushed along my skin as he moved over my body, stopping to kiss or bite or lick soft patches of flesh. He stopped at my breasts, worshiping them, while his hand went lower. My fingers wove into his soft gray hair to hold him tight to me, to make him feast on my nipples.
I whimpered as he bit me there, desperate with the need to feel him inside of me. “Malice, fuck me. I’m dying,” I panted.
He immediately stopped and looked up at my face. “What?”
I tried to push him onto his back, and he rolled to accommodate me, concern etching his features as I climbed on top of him. “What are you talking about, dying?”
I laughed softly at his misunderstanding, but quickly set him straight. “Dying for you to fuck me. Or for me to fuck you.”
He half-smirked. “Thought you were serious for a minute.”
I grinned at him. “Not if I can help it.”
I straddled him and stroked his cock. The smooth skin was softer than any silk, but the hard steel beneath it was what I craved. I moaned as I glided the head of his cock along my slick pussy. Only once, because I couldn’t wait any longer. I positioned him and sank onto his cock, halfway.
He groaned, his eyes focused on me. “Fuck, you’re already so wet.”
“Yes,” I hissed, and dropped my hips, taking him to the hilt inside of me.
“Fuck!” he barked in a panic. “Stop!”
“Never.” I shook my head and started to ride him hard.
His hands flew to my hips, trying to lift me up, but I was more persistent and kept grinding down on him.
His eyes were wide and filled with shock. “How are you doing this?”
“Magic,” I gasped, unable to keep the smile off my lips.
He didn’t look convinced despite the snug wayallof him fit inside of me. “I’m not hurting you?”
I shook my head, completely lost in the feel of him. He filled me perfectly. Every upward thrust pressed against my G-spot like his cock was made for me. I splayed my hands on his chest, my nails digging into his skin as I continued to fuck him, stealing every ounce of pleasure from him.
Tension coiled deep in my belly. My internal muscles clenched hard around his cock. He sat up suddenly, one strong arm wrapping around me while his other hand grabbed my ass, pushing and pulling me on his shaft. His face was level with my own, and we stared into each other’s eyes, our breathing escalating, right along with the blissful sensations beckoning.
It didn’t take long before I came long and hard, crying out his name, locking down on his cock and shuddering in his arms.
He didn’t stop. He gripped me tighter, grinding me down onto him and forcing another climax out of me. I could feel him swell inside of me, stretching me in ways I didn’t think were possible, and then he roared as he came. Raw. Ferocious. Primal.
I came a third time as he emptied into me, pulse after pulse. I couldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t stop coming.
Nor did I want to.
CHAPTER 11
Mal
After I cleaned up, I returned to the bedroom with questions. Unfortunately, Jenny was asleep. Snoring like a dreck, in fact.
I shook my head and smiled at her. How the hell did she take all of my cock inside her tiny human body? The debate to wake her was won out when she rolled over and snored so loudly I thought she’d wake the neighboring suites. Then, the debate became about joining her. But I needed to see Tiger and make sure he was okay first.
I dressed and quietly shut the door as I left the suite. Sarah’s manor was larger on the inside than it looked from the outside, with halls that led in every direction. On my way to tracking Tiger, I thought of my father’s words again. Tiger and I were in a storm and we had to paddle our way out of it, and that wasn’t something we could do while apart.
I smiled when I thought of the fact that I had shared the memory of my father with them. It had scared me to give Jenny and Tiger that part of myself, but it had felt so right that I couldn’t have stopped if I had tried. Sharing the single connection I had to my father was the most intimate thing I could think of, and it hurt that Tiger didn’t understand how special he was to me. That he actually believed Rex could shake us apart.
I had never breathed a word of that memory to Rex. It would have never occurred to me to share it with him—he would have used it against me, I was sure of it. I didn’t know how, but he would have.
And now that he’s nearly immortal…my past discretion was a favor to myself.
