But this? Now?
He’s acting like a man who’s been starved and I’m his first meal.
Hands grip and bruise where they hold, rough and possessive as he grinds his hard cock against my pussy, teasing me. It would be so easy for him to just sink inside, to take what he so clearly wants right now but he doesn’t.
“My twenty-four hours is starting now.” He growls into my mouth.
“What?” I push him away a little, trying to ignore the way his dick is pressing against my throbbing clit, “No, I have things to do!”
“Tough shit, kitten,” he nips my lip, “The prize was a twenty-four-hour period of my choosing, to be taken when I want it. I want it now.”
“Right now!?” I gasp.
“Right now. The next twenty-four hours belong to me, Olivia.” He starts to move down my body, kissing and sucking my flesh, “And I intend on starting them by eating your cunt until you beg me to stop.”
I cry out as his mouth latches onto my pussy, sucking and licking against my clit until I can feel myself dripping and my knees start to shake. His fingers join his torture, sinking into me as he flicks his tongue on that sensitive bud until my head throws back and I cryout, my orgasm shattering through me so unexpectedly, I can’t help but scream.
The intensity continues, my muscles contract as he keeps going, keeps working until the pleasure almost becomes painful.
“Malakai!” I cry his name, fingers tugging on his hair.
He only intensifies his ministrations, fucking me harder and faster with his fingers, moving his mouth messily over me and that one orgasm rolls into two.
“Oh fuck!” I scream.
My legs tighten around his head but still, he does not stop.
And that promise of eating me until I beg him to stop becomes a little bit more real.
Chapter Fifty-one
My fingers brush over the several dresses lined up on Olivia’s side of the closet. I pull out three summer dresses, a blue number with a deep plunge and pretty floral pattern, a yellow that I think will look incredible against her skin, and a more formal one for the evening. I add in a couple pairs of shorts and some tops too, just in case. She doesn’t need this much but I don’t know exactly what she’ll want to wear.
She’s still sleeping, leaving me to do this in secret. I fold it all and place them into the case I have open on the bench inside the closet. Next, I pick her some shoes and underwear, finding a few lacy lingerie pieces inside, near her bikinis, which I also pack.
I’m quietly thankful she has all her makeup in a bag because fuck if I know what I’d need to pack and shove that inside, forgoing toiletries since I’ve already taken a picture of every bottle, lotion, spray and cream she owns and sent it to the staff at the house to procure.
I pack a couple sweaters before I pack my own belongings, zipping up the bag to place by the door. Then I grab a shower, leaving her to sleep for a little longer.
My twenty-four hours started two hours ago, and she’s only been asleep thirty minutes. She can sleep a little bit on the plane, but I plan on using every minute, down to the last second of this time with her.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so impulsive since I’m going to lose time on the flight but it’s a private plane. I can do just as much to her up in the air as I can down on the ground.
Showered and dressed, I cross the room to where she still sleeps and gently shake her awake.
She grunts and rolls away, “For every minute I wait for you, I’m adding it to the twenty-four hours.” I tell her.
She grumbles something that sounds an awful lot likefuck youand snuggles deeper.
“Wake up, kitten or I’ll fuck you awake.”
Now that I’ve said it, the idea is appealing.
But she flops onto her back and scowls at me, “I only just went back to sleep!”
I check my watch, “It’s seven a.m.”
“Exactly!”
