He had cheated on me.
I don't give a fuck if I had walked away. Mal wasmine.
My hand snaked around his throat, and I gave a harsh squeeze which only had his hole clenching tighter around my cock.
Psycho.
My psycho.
“What's his fucking name?” I hissed.
“Who?” Malcolm gasped around the fabric, his eyes rolling back.
I loosened my hand and gave a thrust. “The person who got your ass all ready for my cock.” I growled in his ear, snapping my hips. “They weren't quite big enough.” I pulled the panties out of his mouth so he could speak.
Mal moaned and chuckled, turning his head to look at me. “I fucking love when you get all possessive.”
“Stop stalling.” I gnashed my teeth.
“I got myself ready, baby. No one else has been in there. Well, except my toys.” He grinned, pulling me into a kiss. “Just you.”
Just me.
Those words did more to calm me than they should have, but when it came to Malcolm, a lot of things he did calmed me.
He’s mine.
But he hasn't been for a year, what if he met someone?
Then I'd just have to fucking remind him whose cock owned his ass.
“Now get back to fucking me. Sound check in fifteen.”
“As you wish, my Songbird,” I whispered and kissed him hard, snapping my hips again, driving my cock deeper into his hole. Into itshome.
He moaned and leaned his head against my shoulder as I used him for my own pleasure. I'd make him cum when I was done. For now, though? He was mine. I had to make sure he knew who he belonged to.
I pulled out suddenly and threw him on the couch, spreading his legs wide and thrusting in again, fucking him hard. My hand around his throat, holding him in place.
“Ethan!” He shouted, arching his back, his nails clawing at my body, leaving red marks under my shirt, no doubt.
“Shut up, or the panties go back in.” I hissed, my thrusts bouncing him on the couch from the force of it.
He moaned, eyes rolling back again, “Fuck.”I grinned and mouthed at the skin of his neck around my hand, biting at the flesh. “You’re so fucking pretty like this,” I growled in his ear. “My cock missed its home.”
“Ethan—” I shoved the panties back into his mouth and kissed him over them as I fucked him harder, lifting his legs over my shoulders. “Better cum quick; you have a show to do.” Malcolm whined, leaning his head back against the couch as I used him, kissing over his body.How I’d missed this.
I never wanted to pull out of him, but my orgasm was quickly approaching, thrusting a few more times until I was spilling inside of Mal, at the last second I leaned over him, sinking my teeth into the meat of his shoulder, it would have been his throat if he didn’t have to perform later. I wanted this bite to last all night; he'd be walking around full of cum and wearing my mark.
Like a good little slut.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him harshly, just the way I knew drove him crazy. “Hurry, Mal,” I whispered, kissing him over the panties again, taking my teeth from his shoulder, and he came as if on command.
He clenched around my softening cock and arched his back, mouth falling open, noises muffled by silk. “Beautiful.” Ibreathed, cupping his cheek, watching him come down from his orgasm. When he started panting, I took the panties out of his mouth to keep him from inhaling them. “Best pre-show fuck ever.” He panted, and I chuckled, kissing him hard. After a few more minutes of holding my cock inside him, I pulled out, spreading his cheeks, admiring my work. He was swollen and pink and oozing my cum. God it did something to me seeing him like that. I almost wanted to shove my cock back inside and claim him again.
Chapter seven
Blake
