Chapter 126: Chapter 126 - Not Done (R)
"Malcolm," she moaned, her voice already wrecked. Amazed at how everything is going.
He was pissed a moment ago right, so was she and now....
He answered with a rough grunt stopping her thoughts, hips rolling up to meet her slow grind.
She broke the kiss to drag her mouth along his jaw, down his throat, sucking lightly at his pulse. He tasted like clean skin and salt and want. While she kissed and nipped, his hands slid under her loose sleep shirt and shoved it up and off in one impatient motion. Cool air hit her skin. Her nipples were already tight, aching. The second they were exposed he groaned like he had been waiting for it.
"Fuck," he rasped.
His hands covered her breasts immediately, warm rough palms cupping their weight, thumbs circling before pinching both nipples at once. Iyisha cried out and arched into him, pressing her hips down harder so her pussy dragged along his cock in a slow filthy rhythm.
He played with her like he had all the time in the world, rolling the stiff peaks, tugging gently and then harder until she was whimpering and grinding without shame.
He pulled her forward until her breasts hovered over his face, then sucked one nipple into his mouth, deep wet suction, tongue lashing the tip while his hand kneaded the other breast. Iyisha’s head fell back, hands braced on the headboard, hips rocking helplessly against his stomach.
His free hand slid down her belly, over the waistband of her shorts, then lower. He cupped her through the thin fabric. Her shorts and panties were already soaked.
He did not press hard, just petted her, slow maddening strokes over swollen lips, feeling how wet and puffy she was, how the cloth clung obscenely to every fold. She tried to push into his hand for more, but he kept the touch light, torturous.
"Malcolm please."
He pressed one finger against her opening, pushing the soaked cotton inward just enough to outline her entrance, letting her feel the stretch without giving her anything inside. She sobbed, hips jerking, breath breaking.
Then his hand slipped under the loose leg opening of her shorts, bypassing the waistband entirely. Calloused fingers met slick bare skin. He groaned on her lips at how drenched she was, at how her arousal coated him instantly.
He circled her clit with the lightest touch, barely grazing, then dipped lower to trace her entrance, spreading her wetness, stroking her folds without pushing inside. Encircling. Teasing. Never giving her what she needed.
She was shaking, whimpering, completely undone.
Finally she pulled back, scrambled off him, and stood on the bed on trembling legs. The alcohol still hummed through her veins, loosening her just enough to make her bold.
Their eyes locked.
She peeled her shirt up slowly, letting it drag over her breasts, letting them bounce free before tossing it aside. Her shorts followed, thumbs hooked in the waistband, shimmying them down her hips, bending just enough to give him a clear view as they slid off. Then her panties. She dragged them down inch by inch, letting him see the glistening strings of arousal clinging to the lace as she stepped out of them.
She was dripping, visibly wet, thighs shining.
Heart pounding, half mortified, half reckless, she balled the soaked panties in her hand and dropped them straight onto his face.
She froze the second they landed.
Malcolm did not laugh. He caught them, lifted the damp lace to his nose, and inhaled slowly. His eyes darkened.
"Come here," he said, his voice pure command.
Her face burned, her body flushed, but she obeyed.
She climbed back onto the bed and straddled him again. He gripped her hips and dragged her forward until her knees hit the headboard and her dripping pussy hovered over his mouth.
"Hold on," he murmured.
Her hands flew to the headboard.
He hooked his arms under her thighs, spread her wide, and pulled her down until she was seated on his face.
His tongue started slow, flat and hot, dragging from her pucker through her folds, over her entrance, finishing heavy on her clit.
She shattered, a broken moan tearing out of her.
He did it again, slower, wetter, more obscene, licking from her tight back entrance to her clit in long worshipping strokes, pressing wide at the end, dipping the tip inside her entrance before dragging back up.
Every pass had her shaking harder, hips twitching, trying to ride his face while his grip held her exactly where he wanted her.
"Malcolm more..."
He hummed against her and the vibration ripped a cry from her throat.
Then he sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard and steady while his tongue worked fast circles. Two thick fingers slid inside her, curling immediately, pumping in time with his mouth. Wet filthy sounds filled the room.
He licked lower, tongue pushing inside alongside his fingers for a few thrusts, then dragged back up with punishing suction. His other hand spread her ass wider, thumb circling her pucker slowly while he devoured her.
Her thighs trembled violently. Her body bowed, head thrown back, nails digging into the headboard.
He curled his fingers harder, sucked deeper, and pressed his thumb against her back entrance just enough to make her gasp and clench.
Her orgasm tore through her. She screamed his name, hips bucking wildly as pleasure ripped through her in waves. He did not stop. He kept sucking, kept pumping, kept licking until she was oversensitive and shaking, barely holding herself up.
Only then did he ease off, giving one last slow lick from her entrance to her clit that made her whole body jerk.
He guided her down until she collapsed across his chest, both of them slick and breathless.
He rolled them over, pinning her beneath him, eyes dark with promise.
"Spread for me, Iyisha. We’re just getting started."
Malcolm shifted them with easy strength, guiding her down until Iyisha was on her knees with her chest lowered to the mattress and her ass tilted high.
The sheets already a tangled mess beneath them as he knelt behind her, one big hand braced on her hip while the other stroked the length of his cock, before he notched himself at her entrance.
He pushed in slow, letting her feel every thick inch stretch her open again, and she gasped at the sting, the burn melting fast into that deep aching pleasure that curled her toes and pulled a long broken moan from her throat as he bottomed out, hips flush against her ass.
"Fuck," he growled low. "So tight."
He gave her a moment to adjust, then started moving, deep measured thrusts that rocked her forward until her breasts dragged against the sheets.
His hand sliding up her spine to her nape where his fingers closed in her hair, not yanking, just holding, fixing the angle so every stroke dragged against that place inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
Iyisha’s hands flew to her chest, fingers finding her nipples and pinching hard, twisting them as her moans grew louder and more desperate.
"More Malcolm harder please."
He answered with his body, hips snapping forward faster and deeper until the wet slap of skin filled the room, her pushing back to meet him, greedy and frantic, begging between gasps.
"Yes don’t stop. Hah..."
His free hand slid down the curve of her ass, thumb brushing the tight ring of her back entrance, teasing in slow circles while he kept pounding into her pussy, the split sensation ripping a sharp cry from her throat as she clenched hard around him.
"Like that?" he rasped, pressing just the pad of his thumb against her pucker, not pushing in, just letting her feel the pressure.
She could only whimper and nod, hips jerking back for more.
He picked up speed, brutal and relentless now, his grip tightening in her hair as he pulled her head back just enough to arch her spine deeper, her moans spilling nonstop while her fingers kept tugging at her nipples until they were red and throbbing.
Then he pulled out completely.
A frustrated groan tore from her as she rocked back immediately, empty and aching.
"Malcolm please."
He chuckled darkly, two thick fingers scooping through her soaked folds to gather their slick before dragging it up slowly, circling her asshole with wet heat.
"Faster," she begged, voice cracking. "I’m so close please"
He lined up again and thrust back inside her in one hard stroke, the sudden fullness sending her over the edge as her orgasm hit fast and vicious, her whole body locking up while her pussy clamped around him like a fist and she screamed his name into the pillow, pleasure crashing through her in violent waves.
He did not stop.
Even as she shook and whimpered through the aftershocks he kept fucking her, deep and steady and merciless, until her knees started to buckle and her thighs trembled like they might give out, his hand cracking down on the side of her thigh in a sharp sting.
"I’m not done," he growled. "Stay up."
She sobbed and obeyed, forcing her knees to lock again even as her body begged for mercy, the overstimulation lighting her up with every thrust.
His fingers returned to her ass, wet and insistent now, circling faster, and the protest that formed on her lips died into a choked moan as he pressed one slick finger past the tight ring, pushing in slow and steady.
The stretch burned, then bloomed into filthy pleasure, her body seizing as she came again, harder this time, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock while her ass clenched tight around his finger, the dual fullness shattering her.
Malcolm groaned, low and ragged, his thrusts turning erratic as her orgasm dragged his out of him, hot pulses of come flooding deep inside her, filling her until it was too much, and he kept grinding in deep until every last drop was buried.
When he finally pulled out, slow and careful, a thick trickle of his seed followed immediately, sliding down the inside of her trembling thighs as he hummed in dark satisfaction, his cock still half hard and slick while he dragged the head through the mess, smearing their release across her swollen pussy and the crease of her ass.
Iyisha collapsed forward onto her stomach, legs splayed, chest heaving, body limp and shaking, still feeling him leaking out of her, warm and obscene.
Malcolm leaned over her and pressed a slow possessive kiss to the back of her shoulder, his hand smoothing down her spine, gentle now.
"Good girl," he murmured against her skin, voice low and wrecked.
She shivered, too blissed out to speak, letting out a soft contented whimper as he settled beside her with one arm slung over her waist, already pulling her back against his chest.
