“Good fucking girl,” I praise and while she’s still pulsing, her cunt dripping for me, I grab her hips, spin her on the bed and lay myself over the length of her, straddling the backs of her thighs as I guide the head of my cock back inside of her.
Her moans are like music to my ears. I hold her down, hands against her back as I thrust into her. Hard, brutal fucking, my fingers leaving marks, her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm.
Her nails claw at the sheets as I fuck her into the mattress, seeking my own pleasure. I watch myself as I disappear into her body, loving the way I fit against her and a zap of pleasure shoots down my spine.
“Fuck,” I groan, keeping the pace until my balls draw up tight, my cock jerking inside of her. My chin dips, my body trembling as my climax barrels through me and I empty myself into her, fucking her through it, wanting to feel every second of this.
Spent and dripping sweat, I pull from her body, letting my hands glide down, following the curve of her ass until her cheeks are in my palms. I spread her, my thumb swiping through the wetness between her legs as I watch my come leak from her body.
“I need more, Olivia.” I warn. “Always more.”
Chapter Fifty-seven
Pleasure stirs me from my sleep. Whole body pleasure, the type that sets every nerve on fire in the best possible way.
Sleep still clings to me, even when I hear myself moan, even when I can feel him pumping in and out of me, his thick cock stretching me open for him.
I force my eyes open, but I’m met with darkness. I only feel him, behind me, one leg thrown between mine as he holds mine up, parting my thighs so he can easily thrust between my legs.
“Malakai,” I moan, voice edged with raspy sleep.
“I’m sorry, kitten,” he growls, “I couldn’t wait.”
“Don’t stop.”
I don’t know how I can possibly go again, not whenhe squeezed every drop from me only hours before. He forced my body to do things I didn’t think possible. And then when we were done, spent and sleepy, he picked me up and we showered, the water falling onto us as his hands gently cleaned me up, worshipped me and loved me.
My heart had swelled. And then we got into bed, and he cuddled me, holding me close where sleep claimed me quickly. I didn’t expect to be woken in the middle of the night to him fucking me. Not that I minded.
His fingers flex where he holds my thighs apart, cock gliding in and out of me at a sleepy but deep pace.
“Touch yourself,” He demands, “Please. I need to feel you.”
My hand falls between my legs, instantly finding my sensitive clit and I begin to circle it, my breath stuttering from me as a new wave of pleasure has my pussy fluttering.
“Yes,” Malakai hisses, “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
“I’m close,” I whisper.
“Give it to me, baby,” He begs and it’s enough, to hear him like that, the plea in his tone, the desperation. My orgasm barrels through me, bursting stars behind my eyes. He groans into my neck, thrusts turning jerky as he finishes himself, coming hard and fast into me.
For a few long seconds we lay there in the dark, sweat on our skin, our breaths hard and rough but then he starts to chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”I breathe.
He presses a tender kiss to my neck, “My twenty-four hours are up and if there was any way it should have ended,” Another gentle kiss, “Like this is the only way I’d want it to.”
“You can have my hours, Malakai. All of them.” I smile, which then promptly falls off my face when I realize what I just said.
“Olivia,” He rasps, arms coming around me, “You have all of mine, too.”
Tears sting my eyes. Those words may be the closest thing I’ll get from him that expresses his feelings. He knew what I wanted to tell him earlier, knew them, I saw it when he realized, but he didn’t let me say them.
We lay in the dark, our breathing now steady, hands still touching and caressing but softer, explorative. I needed to go clean up, I can feel the stickiness between my legs, but I don’t dare move just yet, too content to be here.
It’s a bubble. Nothing can touch us here, nothing from the past or the fucked-up things that landed us here, no dark secrets and death, just us, in a cocoon.
“I can’t believe you flew us out here,” I laugh. “Just for twenty-four hours.”
