Page 29 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

“This dick to die for, ain’t it.” He sneered using his free hand to reach down and pinch my clit. That’s what did it, the pain and pleasure sent waves down to my core and I exploded hard, clamping my legs around his waist. My eyes burned my neck throbbed, it felt like I was having an intense explosion.

“You haven’t been wearing your wedding ring.” He nibbled and whispered in my ear. “You got to wear that shit night and day.” He started stroking again. My body jumped from each stroke.

“Malice… I can’t take anymore.” I shocked myself with that. I never tapped out; sex usually never lasted this long. I was hot and sweating, I wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep.

“Yea you can.” He sat up and pulled me up until my breast was against his chest. He looked down in my eyes and something weird transpired between us that had me nervous. When he lowered his head to connect his lips against mine, I allowed his lips to brush past my lips but when they stayed in place, I moved my head.

“I don’t… I can’t kiss you.” The last man I kissed broke my heart. I couldn’t allow anything close to what reminded me of Melvin.

“In due time you will.” In one swift motion he turned over on his back and had me on top of him.

“Work your hips and fuck my dick.” He slapped my ass. “You a man eater remember? Make that pussy eat my dick up.” I sighed hard because this was not what I had expected at all from Malice. I slid down on his dick and stopped midway. This man was too fucking big for my tunnel. Sitting on top felt excruciating.

“That running shit making me mad, Sovereign. Sit and take all this dick.” When I hesitated, he grabbed my waist and pushed me all the way down. My head fell forward, hands on his chest. I stayed still and was thankful for his patience. Slowly I worked my pussy by grinding up and down, contracting my walls each time he thrusted upwards. His hand practically glided and slipped down my wet slippery body. The room temperature had to be over a hundred degrees.

Sitting upward, he captured both breast and squeezed them together. Sucking and biting on each nipple making me shutter.

“Oh fuck, Malice.” I whimpered and sniveled not giving a damn about the snot coming out my nose. He eyed me intensely like he was searching for something in my eyes. Sensing that the moment was too much for even him, he turned us back over until his frame caged mine. Tiny moans flew out my mouth as he grips my wrist tight. He brings his mouth back close to mine, sticking his tongue out, he grazes my lips and again I retreat from kissing him.

I’m so damn tempted to let his lips crash into mine with the way he feels buried deep inside of me, but I try my hardest to ignore that feeling. Malice grunts and frowns then starts pounding into me, my pussy starts to clamp around his shaft. Now he’s doing a sexy growl as I breathe hard as hell squeezing my eyes shut trying to take all of him and hold back from another orgasm. It feels like if i cum again it will all be over for me.

The control he’s exerting is driving me crazy, the things he’s making my body do is starting to scare me. Burying his head in the crook of my neck, he licks with his whole tongue tasting my sweat. He clamps down and bite down where his pinky nail penetrated me when he choked me back in his chambers. I shutter and moan feeling my explosion reaching its peak. Short stroking then long stroking me while he applies pressure to my clit got me shaking. He leaves my neck alone then attacks my lips and this time I don’t refuse.

The deeper he kisses me the harder I cum and now I can feel him convulsing inside of me with force. I felt his dominance as much as I felt myself giving in. My butterflies started to roam in my stomach again, I tried to ignore them, but it was insane. I felt weak and fully satisfied as I fell back and closed my eyes.

I woke up the next morning in a different room. My body felt like it was on top of clouds as I blinked my eyes and looked around. This was the same room that sent me into a rage when I walked in seeing Malice in a fuck fest with two women. The sheets were now red instead of white. At least he changed the sheets I thought as I tried to stand but couldn’t. The ache between my thighs was a reminder of what went down between us.

Happy that he wasn’t around, I took in his room. It had a dark theme to it. A huge fireplace that was way bigger than the one I had at my Abuela’s house. Red and black had to be this man’s favorite color. Looking down at my naked body, I had bite marks and purple bruises all over. I thought back to the kiss we shared and shook my head. I had to gain control over this situation. Forcing myself to stand, I stumbled a little. I needed to shower and dress to go back to my Abuela’s to get some of my things.

Going into Malice huge bathroom, I noticed my personal hygiene items on the other side of the sink. I walked right out the bathroom and went to his walk-in closet. All my clothes were there as well hanging nicely with my shoe boxes stacked on the top shelf. I hope like hell he didn’t think that I would live here with him. That’s what husband and wife did, but this was business.

After showering, I put on some leggings and a Christian Dior top with matching sandals. I noticed my makeup bag was missing and had to calm myself down. I didn’t just freely walk around with the tattoos on my face showing they were intimate to me. I didn’t like people asking questions.

I walked around the big empty house for about ten minutes until I heard voices outside. The kitchen leading to the huge backyard. I stood at the sliding glass watching a couple of chicks dip in and out the pool chasing each other and laughing. Malice stood shirtless with Gucci swim trunks riding low on his waist. He looked like he was in pure amazement by the fire he started on the BBQ grill. I watched the dude that I learned was Killa stand and smoke while he chopped it up with a scary looking big dude that kept a straight face. He sat in front of a glass table that had a container of meat with a lid on top.

As if he sensed me from across the yard. Malice turned and looked directly at me winking.

“What you waiting on chica?” I turned around and Roberto stood behind me with a bikini pink bottom on. I admired his eight pack as he fanned his face with his hands like he was burning up. The house was way cooler than my Abuela’s. Malice had the Ac on, which I greatly appreciated.

“Just woke up.” I kept it short as I turned and continued to scan the backyard. I didn’t know these people, and this wasn’t my crew.

“I’m going outside with my girls, and to catch a tan. It’s a nice hot day, I’m just happy my hermano invited me.” I wanted to ask if his brother would be pissed by him coming outside with a damn thong on but held my question and decided to ask something else.

“You and Inferno aren’t that close?” I asked as I stepped to the side leaving space for him to exit if he wanted to.

“Not really, I try to build a bond, but Malice thinks all my father’s’ children hate him. Most of those Perra’s do but not me. I admire my hermano. He’s smart and besides his crazy demeanor, I know he has a good heart.” A look of sadness crossed his face before he smiled and continued. “No matter what, I want him to know I love him, you know. Him and my father the only people that accept me for me, instead of judging. Now come outside, so I can tell you everything you need to know about your husband.” He smiled making me roll my eyes.

“I’ll be out soon. I’m going to find something to snack on.”

“Si, don’t take forever. Put on a swimsuit, I want to see how that booty looks without clothes.” We both giggled. I wasn’t that opened to doing anything of the sort. I didn’t even know how to swim and would panic if the water came up to my neck.

Opening up the pantry in the kitchen I went straight for the instant cinnamon oatmeal. Next, I opened up the refrigerator and grabbed the uncured bacon. Since a kid I loved eating oatmeal with bacon. I was surprised that Malice stuck up rich ass had basic meals in his kitchen. I imagined him having a chef and food already being prepared.

I heard the sliding glass door opening and didn’t look up, I already imagined it being Roberto coming back in to check on me. After seconds passing by and me smelling the stench of BBQ, I knew it was him. The small hairs on my skin stood up and my stomach started fluttering.

“Burna boy, what’s good?” I chuckled turning the fire low on the stove. My water was boiling and ready to put inside the bowl of oatmeal.

“Your ring, you will wear it.” I could hear his footsteps drawing near. Flipping my bacon, ignoring his statement, I remained quiet until I thought of something to say.