Page 20 of The Deceptions

“Fuck me, already,” I hiss between breaths.

I arch my back when his fingers find my hair, yanking my head back, and forcing me to look directly in his lust-filled eyes dripping with an unsaid promise of what's to come.

“You’re in charge, Crumpet,” he whispers with a slight smirk. “You tell me what you want and I’ll say, ‘as you wish’. I’ll crawl on my hands and knees to you and worship every fucking inch of your body until only you are satisfied.”

I blink several times at the intensity in his eyes. He’s serious. Every word he says, he fucking means it. Holy shit. This man is going to tear me the fuck apart, and I think I might enjoy it.

But just for tonight.

After this, Olivia disappears and Oliver steps into her place.

“Fuck me, Malic,” I challenge, sucking in a breath when he gives me a tiny nod.

“As you wish, Crumpet,” he murmurs just above my lips, forcefully spreading my legs apart and around his body. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll do anything for you. Always…” he trails off.

My brain wants to conjure something smart to say, but I’m too distracted by the tickling sensation of his fingers working down the front of my shirt, heading lower and lower until he stops at the button of my jeans, hesitating.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Crumpet,” he rasps, pulling on the waistband of my jeans several times.

I suck in several breaths, my mind finally going blank from all the anxiety and stress holding my head beneath the waves in my mind, drowning me.

“I don’t want to think,” I rasp, practically begging for him to take the lead. “I want to feel. I want to…I want you to fuck me!” I nearly beg. I’d get on my knees at this point to release the orgasm building and building in my core.

I groan when the button of my jeans rips open and nearly tears off.

“Oh, God!” I moan, attempting to arch my back when his fingers dive into my panties and pound into my eager pussy, dripping with need.

“Good.” His shuttered breaths come out in pants when he pumps his fingers inside me. Over and over again. His thumb brushes against my clit, eliciting fireworks behind my eyes and moans from my throat. “That’s one,” he whispers, pumping his fingers a few more times before removing his hand.

“One?” I question with furrowed brows, focusing on the way his eyes light up at the sight of his glistening fingers in the poor lighting of the bathroom.

“One orgasm out of….” he draws out, leaving the answer to be determined, and shrugs once before sucking my cum from his fingers with a satisfied groan. “Yeah, I need more of that. Let’s get these pesky pants off you.”

I don’t argue when he pulls my pants down and tosses them over his shoulder. Or when he peels my panties off and does the same with them. I don’t even argue when he lifts my shirt and bra up and latches onto my nipple, swirling his tongue around the hard bud.

“Fuck.” I try to stifle my cries as he works my nipples into a frenzy, sending heat to my core. “If you keep that up,” I trail off,barely breathing when he lifts his head and connects his gaze to mine.

“Will you come again?” he questions curiously, licking his lips.

“Maybe.” I’m not even sure it’s possible. Can I come again in such a short time without being fucked? Well, I don’t have to question it for long when Malic drops to his knees, getting eye level with my pussy.

“Hmmm. Look at that pretty, dripping pussy. Is this all for me, Crumpet?”

My lips move and sounds escape me, but no true words form when his tongue swirls around my sensitive clit. I moan. Loudly. But I don’t give a shit at this point. I wind my fingers through his long blond locks and hold him there as I grind against his face, moaning as he brings me to another orgasm.

My body sags against the mirror behind me. How can I go on? I think he’s orgasmed the soul from my damn body.

Worries? What damn worries? I don’t have those anymore. I’ve truly achieved what I came out to do—forget everything. It’s just me and Malic.

“Even better straight from the tap,” he quips, licking his lips. “I could live on my knees for you, Crumpet. Just snap your fingers and I’d make you come any time you wanted. As long as I got to be the one to do it.”

There’s a possession in his tone as he says the words. A deeper meaning that rests beneath them. Something he doesn’t have the right to say.

This is one night. One time. Nothing more. Nothing less.

A fog forms over my mind. Yeah, I’m way too gone to question his words or motives.

Heat fills my cheeks when he steps forward, finally unzipping his pants and revealing the biggest dick I’ve ever laid eyes on. Thick veins protrude from the base of his cock, leading tothe reddened tip, dripping with precum. His large hand wraps around his thick length, slowly pumping up and down.