Page 121 of Redeeming the Villain
He grabs my arm and pulls it down. “Don’t you dare stay quiet. I own your every moan, whimper, and cry. Give them all to me.”
When I nod, he pushes into me, and I audibly gasp at the pressure.
“So fucking tight, baby,” he whimpers as he works himself deeper inside of me.
It’s so much less painful than the first time we did this, but still overwhelmingly intense.
I moan softly as he fills me up with every inch. “More.Please.”
A sharp sting slaps against my thigh from his palm as he slams into me at the same time, and I cry out, “Holy fuck!”
His tattooed fingers reach toward my throat and circle it as he rears back and rocks into me. “You want more, baby?”
Nodding, I realize he might have been right. I don’t know if I can handle unbridled Malik. But I want to, and I’m not going to stop.
Slipping his thumb into my mouth, he growls, “Such a greedy little slut for this dick, aren’t you?”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
His fingers whip against my inner thigh as he pounds into me, the mix of pain and pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before, bursts of euphoria erupting with each slap and thrust. His thumb leaves my mouth, and his hand wraps back around my throat, squeezing tightly. I’m not going to last another five seconds at this rate.
“Malik! Oh fuuuck! It feelssogood!” I whine.
“Yeah, baby?” He pulls his hips back and rails into me, fucking me rough and steady. The sounds of our bodies colliding echo through the room. “Don’t you hear how good it sounds when I fill your juicy pussy up? Like fucking music.”
My body starts to levitate as the volcano inside of me prepares to erupt. “Please, fuck, yes!” I cry out, my back arching as my orgasm tears through my body.
As I fist my hands in the comforter, he continues to pound into me, making every pulsing wave even more intense.
He slaps my breast, and I whimper at the sting on my nipple.
“I’m not letting you go until I feel you come one more time, Alora.”
I wiggle my hips. The sensations are mind-blowing. “Malik …”
He hears my plea, his thumb finding my clit again. “Come on, baby. Be my good fucking girl and come on my cock again.”
As he rolls his hips into me, his breathing picks up, the same as mine. My second orgasm is seconds away from tearing through me.
“Yes. Just like that. Oh fuck, your tight pussy is heaven,” he moans, and I’m gone, plummeting off the edge of the earth and floating through space as my body convulses with pleasure.
He circles my clit harder, riding me through it. But as I shift my hips, he whimpers, “Fuck, baby.”
Pulling out, he comes on my center, the warmth running down my folds.
His heavy breathing mixes with mine. Then he fetches a towel from my hamper, cleaning us both up with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Inching myself off of the bed, I walk over to my dresser and grab new clothes, slipping on comfy lounge shorts and an oversize T-shirt before climbing in bed. Malik puts his boxers on before joining me.
Sliding his arm beneath my waist, he pulls me against his side and kisses the top of my head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
My heart warms, and I look up at him, finding his stare soft and gentle and so,sopassionate. The urge to tell him I love him is overwhelming.
But I don’t know if he’s there yet, and I want to wait for the right moment. I’m going to tell him very soon, but I want it to be perfect.
“Good thing you’ll never have to find out again.” I kiss his firm pec.
He leans his head back and stares up at the ceiling. “Are you going to any of your other classes today? I can walk you so you don’t get bombarded again.”
