Page 13 of The Rent Just Went Up

Mal’s eyes brighten, and he nods, slipping a hand down my pants to give my left cheek a firm squeeze. “It’s as if you could read my mind.”

“It’s a trait I have. I just don’t tell most men about it. It lessens the strength of my powers.”

“Of course.” Mal chuckles. “That makes perfect sense.”

He kisses me in a way that makes me feel like just another one of his possessions—but in a good way. In a wonderful way. He points behind me and asks me to pass him a couple of plates, and I help him serve up our breakfast, then carry it over to the table, which is nicely situated by the large double doors looking out at the well-landscaped back yard.

We eat together, and I do my best to keep my mind in one place—focused on the man in front of me—but it’s just not possible. I think about what it would be like to gloat and break this news to Chris and see the stupid look on his dumb face that he wasn’t the one who got toclaimme, I think about what it’s going to be like to explain all this to Sarah and whether or not she’s going to understand why I did it. And I wonder whether or not I should say anything to Mal about what he and I are going to do moving forward.

Thankfully, the breakfast is fantastic—Mal really is a great cook—and that helps to keep me focused a bit on what’s in front of me. When we’re both finished, we wash the dishes at his enormous farmhouse style sink. I try to do them myself since he cooked, but he just won’t let me.

“No, I insist,” he says, so there’s really nothing I can do. What are my options? Fight him off? He’s twice my size! So what do I do? Just as he’s finishing up on the pan he cooked the eggs in, I drop to my knees and tug his pants down. I guess he wasn’t expecting this, because he sort of gasps as I grab his cock and take it into my mouth. Still, even if he wasn’t expecting it, it takes him less than a handful of seconds to get fully hard and fill out my cheeks.

“Erika, you sure you’ve never done this before?” he asks, looking down at me with admiration that feels so incredible. It’s like pure physical praise being poured over me.

I can’t speak, so I simply moan a negative and look up at him with eyes that saynopeand keep sucking. He finishes scrubbing and sets the pan aside, then braces himself against the sink and threads his fingers through my hair. They’re mostly dry but still slightly damp, which turns me on for some reason. I really couldn’t explain why.

My knees hurt—the floor of his kitchen is hard tile—but I don’t complain. I don’t even try to readjust myself. I just keep doing my duty, bobbing up and down on his warm, thick manhood, until I feel a pulse and hear a deep groan from above.

“Fuck, sweet thing, you’re going to make me come. Are you going to swallow for me?”

I nod the best I can but mostly communicate with my eyes,Of course I fucking am.I’m desperate to taste him. I’ve heard so many stories from girls about how guys’ cum tastes—so many jokes about whether you should spit or swallow—and I already know I’m not going to be one ofthose-girlsthat spits. I’m just not.

“Hell yeah, baby,” he growls, tightening his grip on my hair.

I reach up and cradle his balls, purely out of instinct. This seems to drive him crazy. His eyelids flutter, and he groans, signaling a deep pleasure before the release arrives.

The warm, salty mess spills all over my tongue, splashing everywhere, coating the insides of my cheeks as it sprays from the tip of his massive cock. I instantly swallow and scoff internally at whatever girls ever complained about the taste of cum. Mal keeps coming, and I can’t get enough of it.

“Fuck,” he growls, his cock throbbing as he sprays more of his deliciousness into my mouth. I keep swallowing obediently until there’s nothing left to swallow, then wait there until he releases the firm grip he has on my hair and breathes out a pleasingly masculine sigh of relief.

The head of his cock creates an almost amusing little popping sound as it slips out from between my lips. I smile as I stand and am pulled into his arms.

“You like that?” I whisper.

“Do pigs love apples?”

“I—I don’t know. Do they?” He probably thinks I’m giving him a hard time again, but I legitimately don’t know.

Mal simply chuckles in response and kisses me right on the forehead as he smooths my hair back. He takes me by the hand and leads me over toward the couch, but before we get there, I break the news to him.

“Actually, I should probably have you take me home now if you don’t mind,” I say, making it sound like I totally have some things I need to do, which I do not. Again, I really don’t want to bethat girlthat overstays her welcome.

“Oh?” Mal asks, looking surprised. “Busy day today?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “And I don’t wanna get in your hair.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t be in my hair–”

He’s being nice. I can tell. “Bigtime sleazy landlord like you?” I tease. “I’m sure you have tons of clients to take advantage of.”

“Hey!”

I reach into his pocket and pull out his cell. “Why don’t I just leave you my number, and if you want to get in touch with me, you can?”

“If?” Mal asks, a smirk on his face. I respond with a shrug.

“Hey, you never know with you guys. Maybe I’ll never see you again.”

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