Chapter 29 Willow #2
Nerves and excitement flutter in my stomach as I start to go a step further, leaning in to taste him with my tongue.
But before I can, Malice fists his fingers in my hair and pulls me back.
I look up at him, surprised. “What—”
“You don’t have to do that.” He shakes his head. “I let you take the lead the first time you sucked my dick, but I’m not good at being gentle.”
There’s something like a warning flashing in his eyes, and I realize he’s trying to protect me. He doesn’t want to hurt me, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to hold back.
But when have I ever asked him to?
“I’m not scared, Malice,” I whisper. “I’m not afraid of you.”
He lets out a harsh breath, his jaw tight. “Maybe you should be. I break everything I touch, Solnyshka. Why do you think you’ll be any different?”
I hold his gaze, trailing my free hand over the scars on my own body that I no longer try to hide around him or his brothers.
“Because I’m already broken. Remember?”
His eyes follow the movement of my fingers, and I can see the battle he’s fighting with himself—the need to claim this part of me warring with some instinct to protect me.
Although his jaw is still clenched, Malice’s hold on my hair loosens, and I take advantage of that silent acquiescence, leaning in and putting my mouth on his cock. I take the head between my lips, tasting the shower water and the salty warmth of his skin on my tongue.
Malice groans, his fingers going tight again, but he doesn’t yank me away.
I keep going, exploring him with my tongue and trying to remember the things he seemed to like most from when I did this all those weeks ago back in their warehouse.
Although I know he’s trying to take it easy on me, he can’t hold back for long. After a while, his hips start to buck forward, pressing more of his cock into my mouth. I part my lips wider, trying to relax my jaw and take it, but I still splutter a little when he goes deeper than I was expecting.
But I don’t let it stop me. I bob my head, recovering quickly, letting my tongue slide against the length of his shaft, rubbing against the veins that run along the underside.
“Fuck,” Malice curses. “Goddamn.”
I glance up at him, and his eyes are swimming with lust all over again. He stares right back at me, letting out a shaky breath.
“You’re so fucking good,” he tells me. “You never stop surprising me, Solnyshka.”
The praise goes straight to my head and then travels even lower, making my clit pulse as arousal gathers in my belly, even though I just got off three times not that long ago.
But there’s something about being with Malice like this that makes me feel insatiable. My body craves him, but every bit of him I get just leaves me wanting more and more.
Drool and water from the shower drip down my chin as I bob my head, sucking in little gasps of air when I can. The sounds of me sucking him off are filthy, amplified by the acoustics of the bathroom.
He’s so big that it’s a lot to take, and Malice works his hips more, pushing me to take him deeper and deeper. My heart pounds when he hits the back of my throat, and I gag a little, but I don’t stop.
It does something to me, being used by him like this. My pulse races as my body struggles to accept him, but every groan that falls from his lips makes a feeling of possessive triumph rise inside me. It makes me feel powerful somehow, even though I’m the one on my knees.
Malice’s fingers in my hair tighten even more, and he starts using that hold to move my head the way he wants it. He pulls me down and then holds me there, his cock buried all the way in my mouth.
“Take it,” he pants. “Fucking… take all of it.”
My eyes water, and he lets me pull back for long enough to grab a few grateful breaths of air. Then he’s pushing his cock right back between my lips. His hips buck and thrust, and he starts fucking my face, using my mouth the same way he was using my pussy earlier.
Each time he goes deep enough to make me choke a little, something low down in my belly tightens. Balancing on my knees, I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit with three fingers.
“You were made for this,” Malice says. “I wish you could see yourself. I should fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how dirty and beautiful you look. Full of my cock, taking it like it’s easy. Or like it’s hard, but you want it anyway. Ya ne mogu nalyubovat'sya toboy.”
The last words are spoken in Russian, and I don’t know what they mean, but they make me shiver anyway.
My fingers move faster and faster over my clit, his filthy praise making my head spin.
Malice keeps fucking my face, going even deeper, until he’s pushing into my throat and his balls are against my chin.
Panic rises inside me for a second, but the surge of adrenaline mixes with the building swell of arousal, spreading through my limbs. I swallow around him, making him hiss with pleasure.
He pulls back just a bit as my orgasm hits me, leaving me trembling and moaning around the thickness of his cock.
The vibrations of the sounds I’m making must transfer to his dick, because Malice curses and then shoves in one more time, burying his cock in my throat and coming in hot spurts.
“So. Fucking. Good.”
His body shudders with each word. I swallow over and over, my fingernails digging into his thigh as the pleasure in my own body peaks and finally starts to fade.
When he pulls out of my mouth completely, his cock is softening a bit, strings of drool and cum connecting his dick to my lips.
I feel woozy from it all, but Malice helps me up, pressing me against the slick shower wall and kissing me until I’m even more breathless than before.
He pulls back, searching my face like he’s trying to make sure he didn’t hurt me, and I give him a smile.
I’m a little hoarse and breathless, but I liked it.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, my voice raspy.
Malice stares for another few seconds, then nods. He pulls me away from the wall and shuts off the shower.
“I’m gonna change the sheets on your bed,” he declares. “And then I’m gonna keep you there all night.”
My heart flutters at the promise in his tone.
I like the sound of that.