Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Pull the panties aside,” he said instead of answering my question.
I took a deep breath and whispered, “What?” Oh, I heard him, but this was a part of Mal I’d never seen. Controlled. Dominating. Hungry.
And all for me.
“You heard me.” He flicked his gaze to my pussy again, then slowly, moving his gaze over my body, lingering on my breasts, then lifting back to my eyes. “Pull those panties aside and let. Me. See. You.” He enunciated each word, and I felt my heart pound hard, like a drum was beating inside, behind my ribs, a telltale sign of how fast my blood was moving through my veins.
Lines had already been crossed, and I was ready to say fuck them totally.
10
Delilah
Before I could do what he said, Mal was reaching forward and taking hold of the edge of the coffee table with me still on it. I braced myself as he easily pulled it forward another couple of inches, causing my knees to bend even more. He placed his big palms on my knees, pushing my thighs apart, really letting them fall open.
“Now. Show me, baby.”
The air left me so harshly I grew dizzy from it. I reached down my belly, our eyes locked. When I got to my panties, he lowered his focus and watched. I didn’t miss how he clenched his hands around the edge of the couch cushions now, as if it was what he needed to stay stable.
“That's it,” he groaned, his eyes looking glossy, his body hard and tight. And his cock… his cock was so hard, so big, my pussy clenched. I started to see a wet spot start to form at the head and seep through the denim. God, he was so worked up. “More. Touch yourself more, Delilah,” he ordered.
I reached between my legs and slipped a finger under the edge of my panties, my fingers shaking. I’d only ever touched myself in the privacy of my room, the darkness and blankets an extra layer of protection. But here I was, spread out, the lights low but still on, every part of me on display, and the object of my fantasies and affection sitting right in front of me, watching it all.
But that also spurred me on and gave me strength to move forward.
I had no doubt Mal could see how soaked the material was. I felt it press against my pussy lips, molding to my sensitive skin.
“Go on,” he all but growled and leaned back farther, his legs still slightly spread as he took on a relaxed pose, although he looked anything but.
My heart was in my throat as I pulled the material to the side and exposed my soaked cleft. No one had ever seen this part of me, and I idly wondered what he thought. My clit throbbed when the air touched it, and a gasp left me on its own. Mal said nothing, didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. He just stared at what I exposed.
God, I was drenched, so wet that as soon as the panties were out of the way, I could feel my wetness slide down my slit. Anxiety suddenly slammed into me when I realized what I was doing and how he still had yet to say anything.
I was about to put my panties back in order, feeling embarrassed, when Mal cleared his throat. “Don’t even think about it.” His words were low, so low I almost didn’t hear them. “Show me what I want. Do it. Do what I say, baby.”
Heart slamming hard against my ribs, I licked my lips and just went for it. I was to the point of no return anyway. I ran the pad of one finger along the swollen rise of one of my pussy lips.
Mal hummed in approval. “That’s it,” he murmured. “More.”
I felt my strength renew and started rubbing the silky smooth skin, over and over, slow swipes that had my inner muscles clenching.
“Show me more. Show me how pink you are inside.”
Oh God.
My fingers were slick with my arousal, and as I pulled back one of my pussy lips, I heard Mal’s sharp intake of breath.
“So much honey for me, baby.”
Just having my fingers against my pussy was enough to have me on the verge of an orgasm.
“I can’t stop this, Delilah,” he finally said, and I snapped my eyes open, realizing I’d closed them as I rubbed my fingers up and down my cleft.
“Mal,” I moaned, and before I could say anything else, he was on his knees between my thighs. He looked up at me, our gazes holding, my breath stalling. “I want to taste you.”
I licked my lips and nodded slowly. God, I want that too.
He leaned in, and the grunt of pleasure that left him was so violent from his lust.
“You smell so fucking good,” he growled, keeping my panties pulled aside, and then placed his mouth on my pussy.