In he goes further and that does it. I detonate, the scream is ripped from my throat as he thrusts through it, his thumb mimicking his cock as he fucks me in both holes. “Fuck me, Olivia, you’re so fucking tight.”
My orgasm settles but he’s not close to being finished, not when he’s still fucking me violently and his thumb is still inside my ass. My knees are shaking, my spine aching with the position but like fuck will I give up first. He can fuck me half to death and I still won’t let him win.
“Such a pretty little brat,” His tongue suddenly licks up my spine, making me shiver, fingers digging into my hips. His thrusts start to turn jerky, and I lift slightly, looking over my shoulder. His face is turned toward the ceiling, muscles in his neck pulled taut.
“Goddamn,” he moans, the bruising hold on me only tightening more and then he’s spilling himself into me, filling me up.
I cry out at the feel of him, dropping my head when he pulls out, leaving me wobbly and unbalanced.
But then his arms are suddenly around me, holding me up while he sinks onto the floor, pulling me into his lap to cradle me against him. I’m sticky, sweaty, I can feel him leaking out of me, but he just holds me, stroking back my wild hair, holding me as I continue to tremble.
“Are you alright?” he whispers.
“Yes,” my voice is hoarse, throat tight and raw.
“Can you stand?”
I nod, and start to climb off him, wincing as I feel more of him slip out of me and down my thighs, but he doesn’t seem to care, not when he then lifts me. I don’t have the energy to fight him on it and then he’s walking us out of the drawing room and through the halls of his house.
I momentarily panic since we’re both naked, but no one comes out and we make it up to the bedroom without incident.
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper. This side of him is in clear contrast to the man that just fucked me in his office.
“Shh,” He says as he sits me on the vanity and reaches for the heels on my feet.
He takes them off gently, throwing them behind him, and then he’s back, hands on my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart.
His eyes drop to my pussy and his thumb gently strokes over the sensitive flesh of me, “Look at you,” he muses as I whimper at the sensitivity, “All swollen and full of me.”
I hold my breath, watching his face, at the rapt attention he is placing on me, watching his own fingers as they part my lips and run through the come soaking me.
His eyes finally flick up to my face as he brings his hand away and still watching me, he leans across and switches on the shower.
“I’m not done with you, kitten,” He warns in a low voice, “Not fucking done at all.”
Chapter Thirty-three
Her body is a work of art, so finely constructed, not a single part has been missed. She’s devastatingly stunning, from her big doe eyes to the soft curves and long legs. She is perfection in human form, a feast for my eyes and a delicacy on my tongue.
My hands smooth the sudsy water over her soft skin, across her breasts as her head leans back against my shoulder, the water running over her, steam filling the bathroom.
She whimpers when I move my hand between her legs, “What a needy little thing you are,” I muse proudly, “My wife is as desperate for it as I am.”
She mumbles something inaudible as my fingers part her, moving through the slick heat of her. She’s still swollen, likely sore but she takes it as I slip my fingers into her.
I hold her to me as I start to thrust my fingers, one, then two, working her up with the heel of my hand toher clit.
She reaches around and grasps my hard cock that was resting against the curve of her ass and squeezes, stuttering my breath.
“Fuck,” I hiss as her hand begins to pump at the same tempo of my fingers pushing inside of her. Fucking her is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.
I slam my hand down on the button to shut off the shower and then have her out of it in the next minute. A fire is burning inside the room, keeping it warm so I don’t bother with the towels as I capture her mouth with mine and walk her backwards into the room, kissing her like she is the very air that fills my lungs.
She kisses me back with as much fervor, nails scraping over my biceps where she holds me. When I feel the bed hit her legs, I stop, grabbing her to spin her before forcing her down onto the mattress on her knees. She lets out a yelp, but I manipulate her body into the position I want, face down, ass up, spine arched as I force her knees to spread, opening her right up.
With her pussy and ass in the air, I grasp her cheeks, spreading her before I bury my face between her legs, and I fucking eat like a damn man starved. She lets out a startled cry as I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue against her enough that she starts to push back on me.
“Malakai!” She moans my name and my fucking cock jerks at it.
