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For instance, just yesterday, memories of the first time he came over were running a rampage through my head, turning me into a puddle. Soobviously, I pulled up some of the …roughervideos I’ve bookmarked and watched them, fingering myself and biting back a moan as I watched a dominant guy fuck a pretty brunette’s mouth with his thick cock as she hung her head off the side of the bed.
And now here we are, positioned just like that. It’s as if he’s reading my thoughts. Like heknowsevery button to push with me.
Mal rubs the still-hard head of his cock over my mouth again, tapping it against my lips before stepping back. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing the confused desire that’s been twisting inside me since the moment he first laid his hands on me.
I still don’t get how he manages to slip past Kir’s guards. It’s like the man can just disappear into the shadows and reappear when it suits him. Right now, though, I’m not sure if I’m more terrified of the implications of that or the way my body reacts every time he touches me.
I roll over and swing my legs around to sit on the edge of the bed. I turn to reach for my hoodie.
“What are you doing?”
The dark, sultry tone of his voice makes me stop. When I turn back to him, my breath catches.
So far, even though he’s come down my throat twice now, I’ve never seen Mal naked. Both times, he’s kept his pants and shirt on and just pulled out his dick.
But now, when I turn to him, I find myself faced with the sight of his bare torso in the shadowy light, his muscles grooved and chiseled as if carved from stone.
Holy shit.
My eyes trace over the dark, intricateirezumistyle Yakuza ink mixed with other, more traditional western tattoos all over his skin. I knew Mal was inked, butshit.
He’s covered.
His lips curl at the wide-eyed look I’m sure he sees on my face.
“I…” I swallow. “I was just getting dressed.”
“I fail to see the point,” he growls. He bends to pull off his jeans, tossing them aside before he stalks toward me. “Seeing as I’m about to bury my cock in your messy little cunt.”
Holy fuck.
It’s another thing I suppose I knew was coming. At some point, this unholy arrangement between us would entail fucking him. Or more like him fuckingme.
There’s just the tiny, insignificant, barely-even-an-issue fact that…well…
I’ve never done this before. And suddenly, I find myself scrambling back across the bed, my breath caught in my throat as Mal prowls toward me like a jungle cat ready to devour me whole.
I’ve thought of my “first time” over the years. I’ve imagined what that would entail, and how I’d ever even get to the point where I’d want to sleep with someone. Would it be a boyfriend? Or would I just rip the Band-Aid off, download Tinder, and find some rando to fuck me?
I’ve never imagined losing it to a psycho like Mal, though, and especially not in the context of an “arrangement” like ours.
“Spread your legs,” he growls as he climbs onto the bed with me, his cock rock-hard and his body rippling with thick muscles and ink. “And show memyfucking pussy.”
I can barely breathe. I push away from him a little bit, even as my legs fall open for him.
His muscled thighs push between mine. He leans down over me, pushing my arms above my head and pinning them there as he lowers his mouth to my breasts. I moan when he sucks a pale, tight, pierced nipple into his mouth. He bites down, making me cry out sharply and then immediately arch my back eagerly as his tongue soothes the bite.
His swollen cock nudges against my entrance, easing against my lips as my whole body tenses and goes still.
Suddenly, so does Mal.
“Are you a virgin?”
The question hits like a punch, and I force myself to look away, determined to keep my voice steady. “No.”
Mal’s hand slides up to my chin, gripping it firmly and turning my face toward him, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
“You’re lying.”
