Chapter 22
Malcolm
June relaxes as I slip my hands under her top to caress her waist and back. I trail kisses along her neck and unbutton her pants. She stiffens again and tries to pull away.
I curl my arm around her and keep her close. Her zip is silent when I pull it down, and I slip my hand inside and rub her pussy over her panties. She whimpers into my mouth. The sexy sound and the softness and warmth between her legs makes me harden.
Tyler thought June was his. I’m going to show that bastard she’s mine.
I press my fingers firmly to her pussy lips, rubbing her in circles. Triumph courses through me when June widens her legs for more. She also doesn’t resist when I peel her pants down her hips. Gravity and the smooth material does the rest so that it pools around her feet.
“We should give our unwanted guest a better view,” I say.
Pink tinges her cheeks and she opens her mouth, likely about to protest. I guide her with me to the bed and sit on the edge, pulling her between my legs.
Tyler faces us a few feet away, his jaw clenched. The hate in his eyes intensifies when I grin. I know how he feels. I must be wearing that same punch-worthy look he wore earlier.
“Here you go, Tyler. A sneak peek of the best part of the show.”
I lift June’s legs over mine. It forces her thighs wide open, her crotch pointed at Tyler. He immediately lowers his gaze, his nostrils flaring, his jaw twitching. June yelps and tries to close her legs. I grip her knees and hold her spread.
“Let him look, baby. He came here with a gun to do more than that. Now he can’t do anything.” I press a kiss to her cheek and glide my right hand up her inner thigh. “All he can do is sit there and watch. Watch me pleasure you and enjoy you.”
I rub her pussy over her panties again and she whimpers, tilting her head back. My cock twitches in response to the sexy sound. I forget about tormenting Tyler for a second, my focus redirected to pleasuring her.
June trembles when I slip my hand into her panties and touch her naked pussy. I spread her lips with two fingers, using a third to lazily stroke her clit.
She squirms, more soft whimpers spilling from her lips. She rocks her hips forward to meet my touch. We’ve barely started and yet I’m so turned on, my cock strains against my zipper.
I push my hand lower, sliding my fingers through her slit to press them at her entrance. We groan together as I ease one of my fingers into her tight, delicious heat.
“Oh, babygirl... this pussy is so wet and greedy for me already...”
While I pump my finger into her, I turn her face toward me for a kiss, swallowing her groan when I squeeze a second finger inside her.
As wrong as it is, I love being inside June, whether it’s my fingers, my tongue, or my cock. She’s a warm vise, the subtle wet sound of my fingers thrusting into her so filthy and arousing.
Our kiss is hungry, lacking finesse, spurring me to fuck my fingers into her harder just the way I want to do with my cock. I’m forced to break our kiss so I can slow down and regain control.
I ease my fingers out of her and circle her clit, slipping my free hand under her top to squeeze her breast over her bra. She strains against me, arching her hips in a silent plea for me to push my fingers inside her again.
“I’ll give you more than that soon. Let’s show Tyler how much your pussy needs me first.”
I pull my hand out of her panties and suck her wetness from my fingers. Her taste and scent is fresh fuel on the arousal burning through my body. Good fucking god. I might pass out if my cock gets any harder.
June allows me to hook my fingers into the waist of her panties and tug them down. She even lifts her butt to make the removal easier. Is she beginning to like humiliating Tyler, or is she just that desperate for me to make good on my promise to give her more? It’s amusing either way.
When her panties are on the floor, I lift her legs over mine again, holding them open vulgarly.
“This treasure is all mine, Tyler. She’s perfect, isn’t she? I bet you’d love a taste.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he spits.
June’s face is pink, but Tyler’s face and ears are pinker. Despite his anger, his Adam’s Apple bobs, and he’s unable to stop himself from staring at June’s pussy with open hunger.
There’s a bump in the crotch of his pants too. I want to laugh, but I’m starting to feel a little bad for the guy. Not enough to stop torturing him though.
“Fine, I’ll shut up. But I can’t promise June will be quiet.” I stroke June’s thighs. “Stand up, sweetheart.”
She obeys. I stand too, and remove my pants and underwear. The second my cock is out in the open, my naughty girl wraps her fingers around it and begins stroking me.
There are many instances when our size difference is obvious.
Like now, with her dainty fingers wrapped around me.
When she sinks to her knees, the view is both comical and criminal with my erection hovering over her pretty little face.
She continues stroking me, and it’ll never get old the way she always looks at my cock with wide-eyed wonder.
I caress her face. “It’s bigger than Tyler’s, isn’t it?”
She wraps her lips over my cockhead, swallowing me deeper. The wet heat gradually enveloping me makes my thighs shake. She stops when my cockhead presses against the back of her throat, then pulls her lips off me entirely and licks her lips.
“Much much much bigger.”
“Three muchs? Goddamn.”
I look over at Tyler to see how he took that shot to the groin—pun intended—and while he’s red-faced with anger, his erection seems to have grown. Is this guy getting off on his own humiliation?
June attempts to suck me again. I pull her to her feet and lift her, holding her close as I sit on the bed. We’re facing each other, our lips close. She widens her legs and sits her hot, wet pussy on my cock.
We both groan as she grinds on me. Her grip tightens on my shoulders, so does mine on her waist. Neither of us care about Tyler right now.
We’re in our own world together. It’s funny how hard we worked to prevent moments like these between us, only to wind up being unable to keep our hands off each other.
I caress her body, overcome with need to explore every inch of her. I kiss her neck, and grab the hem of her shirt and tug it up. Once it’s off and thrown over my shoulder, I quickly undo her bra and toss it aside. She helps me take off my shirt too.
June’s tits are first-class, just like her tight little pussy.
If it were up to me, I would gladly spend hours playing with them.
She whimpers as I cup and squeeze them, then swipe and roll my thumbs over her nipples until they harden.
When I tilt her backward, she thrusts her chest out to meet my greedy mouth as I claim her right breast.
“Ahh…” she moans, cupping the back of my head, encouraging me to suckle her.
June knows I want to get her pregnant. What she doesn’t know is that I’m also looking forward to the day her breasts are filled up with milk. Once these tits are swollen and leaking, Daddy’s going to enjoy a good, long drink.
For now, I enjoy sucking on her hard nipples, moving my head back and forth to give both of them the greedy, loving attention they deserve. June squirms on top of me, gasping my name as she grinds her slick pussy on my cock with urgency.
“Please... please, Mal... fuck me...” she begs.
Jesus fuck. I don’t need telling twice. I hold her tighter, and move further onto the bed and lie back. This way, Tyler can see it all when my babygirl takes me deep.
I feel his burning gaze as I guide my cock to June’s pussy and she bears down. She curls her fingers against my chest, her lips parted on her heavy breathing as she slowly sinks down on me. I groan, holding her waist.
We’re shaking together as she rolls her hips, her wetness guiding me deeper into her impossibly hot and tight embrace. My heart is pounding, lust burning in my gut.
She feels so fucking amazing. I barely resist the animal urge to slam her down and force her to take all of me. When I’m fully inside her, she lifts herself and slides down on me again.
“Ohhh… baby…” I groan, my fingers digging into her waist as her pussy squeezes around me. She closes her eyes on a moan of satisfaction.
“Mmmh… yesss…”
Her obvious pleasure strokes my ego, more so that Tyler heard how much she loves my cock inside her.
She bends over and kisses me. Our tongues swirl together as she rides me slow and steady, her pussy fiercely squeezing me whether she’s rising or sinking on me.
Holding her close, smelling her, hearing her soft groans as she takes pleasure from me is addicting.
I slide my hands up and down her back, curving my hand over her perfect ass and squeezing it while I thrust up into her.
Being inside her now is as incredible as the first time. That feeling will never go away.
June raises herself and rides me in earnest. I tighten my grip on her waist, lifting my hips to meet her descent.
My eyes are trained on her tits bouncing and jiggling from her riding me. I want to suck them again. I can’t resist slowing down and raising myself to do it.
She moans softly, holding my head to her chest. I move my face back and forth between her tits, enjoying her taste and the sweet smell of her.
Fuck, I can’t get enough.
I roll her onto her back, pinning her under me. My cock didn’t even slip out completely. Her pussy is that greedy for it. I continue thrusting into her while I suck on her tits, slurping and sucking noisily out of pleasure, and to further torment Tyler in every possible way.
“Now I’m hungry for something else to eat…”
I crawl down June’s body and my naughty girl spreads her legs wide for me to lick her pussy while her loser ex watches.
Her lips are puffy and glistening, the pinkness inside the same colour of candy, and promising sweetness. I shove my face into it, lapping it like a gun’s pointed at my head, and this guarantees my survival.