45. Malic #4
Slowly, I pop the button of her jeans, leaving my words hanging in the air.
She doesn’t question them. She doesn’t say another word as I slowly undress her, taking off her boots, jeans, and her panties.
Discreetly, I shove her panties under my discarded shirt, hoping she doesn’t notice when I take them as a prize to put under my pillow.
Tooth fairy? Who is she? I want the panty fairy that gives me Olivia Viotto’s every night.
My fingertips work over the piece of art staring back at me.
She’s nude now. Completely and utterly bare for me in every way.
A new side of her, I’ve never seen before.
I’m in awe of what her body has endured.
A true warrior who faced the flames of her destruction and walked out with her life intact.
It may have left a permanent mark on her through scars and burns, but she survived.
Not to mention the slash across her throat. The one meant to truly take her life.
I wonder if she’ll ever discover the truth surrounding her rescue and how she really got out. What an interesting day that will be, and I can’t wait to see it.
“Fucking hell,” I croak, tracing the scars beneath the heavy makeup on her cheek, down her neck, and across the slash mark there.
Rage fills me at the sight of them staring back at me.
Someone did this to her. Franco, no doubt.
He’ll pay for trying to maim what has always been mine.
I’ll make sure of it. Hell, even Boss Man wants a piece of Franco and to obliterate him into the fucking sun.
But I call dibs first. My hand will reach through his chest and take his heart as a souvenir.
She swallows hard and licks her lips. For a second, a spark of insecurity seems to run through her as I trace every scar on her body.
I want to wrap myself in her flesh and fucking consume her.
She shivers and stares at the ceiling with an intense look before meeting my gaze as the front door bursts open and slams shut again.
Perfect fucking timing. She goes to move, to cover her beautiful tits and close her legs that I’ve slowly worked open.
“Don’t move,” I whisper, running my tongue along her belly button and slowly descending near her pussy where a beautiful tuft of hair curls.
I grin more, nibbling over it until my tongue slides between her folds and finds the perfect button to make her gasp.
“Good fucking girl,” I groan, sucking her clit into my mouth as footsteps sound behind me and stop dead.
“Malic the fuck,” Wilder whispers in awe. “You…”
“Hello there, old chap,” I say, blowing breath straight into her slickened pussy and watching with fascination as it constricts with need, aching for me to fill it.
Soon… So fucking soon, I’ll be inside you and pleasuring you.
“Care to pull up a seat for the feast?” I ask, finally peeking over my shoulder and grinning at the bewildered and speechless face my keeper is giving me.
Redness blooms over his cheeks as his hands drop to the front of his pants and he discreetly hides what’s growing inside. He licks his lips. “Wh-what?” he stutters, looking between the naked woman on our kitchen counter and me kneeling before her.
“Does the pussy have your tongue?” I question.
“Oh God,” Olivia groans, covering her face and attempting to close her legs.
“Ah, ah, Crumpet,” I say as I slap her pussy softly and revel in the noises falling from her lips.
I grin when she glares down at me with a heated look.
Half like she liked it. Half like she wants to stab me in my sleep.
Whatever. I can die a very happy man tonight with her in my arms. “Don’t close your beautiful legs on my keeper’s account.
Keep them spread so we can lick our way to paradise. ”
As I say the words, I lick a trail from her drenched pussy and swirl my tongue over her clit several times until she’s moaning again and not bothered by Wilder’s presence anymore.
I swirl and swirl until her fingers find my hair and she holds me there, grinding against my face and using me to her heart’s content.
“Fuck!” she shouts as her thighs attempt to strangle me and her body convulses over and over again, riding out the orgasm my tongue has brought her.
I lick another time as she tries to push me away. “Too sensitive,” she groans, falling limply to the countertop, taking in several breaths.
“Hmmm,” I say, licking again as she tries to fight me off, but I relent until her thighs press against my ears again and she lets out a loud moan. “You know, I could die a very happy man between your thighs,” I quip, licking my lips.
“I’ll make a note of that,” she dryly says, taking in several breaths.
“As you should,” I say, standing over her with a grin. “Now, Keeper. Are you going to watch or participate?” I turn to him as I take off my jeans and boxers, kicking them to the side and stroking myself. He blinks several times, staring at my hardened cock, leaking precum everywhere.