Chapter 65: Swallow every drop of my cum

Malachi’s pov

Fuck. Me.

Ivy was straddling me, her skirt bunched around her waist, her bare tits flushed and perfect from my little porridge appetizer.

The sight of her, wild and free and perched on my cock like she was born to be there, was better than any fucking masterpiece I had ever painted- except my little firecracker from the club, of course.

My dick twitched with a desperate need, the thick head rubbing against the soaked fabric of her panties. The urge to bury myself balls-deep in her tight, hot cunt, to watch her ride me until we were both fucking senseless, was overwhelming.

But I remembered the last time I lost my mind with a woman. The sick feeling in my gut when I realized I’d been a fool. Never again. Never-fucking-again raw.

"Hold on, little slut," I grunted, my voice rough with lust. I wrapped my arm around her waist, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, keeping her pinned to me, then leaned over, the muscles in my side screaming in protest from the movement as I dragged the bedside drawer open.

My fingers fumbled past a Rubik’s Cube and a half-empty pack of cigarettes until they found the familiar foil. I snatched a condom.

Ivy bit her plump lower lip, her face flushed, those rosy cheeks making her look innocent and debauched at the same time.

Soft little mewls spilled from her lips, sounds that went straight to my cock. I ripped the packet open with my teeth and rolled the latex on and leaned back against the pillows, my covered cock nestling perfectly between the soft globes of her ass.

"All yours, baby. Wreck me."

"Stop it," She grumbled. Her eyelashes fluttered in that shy, sweet gesture that was so at odds with the dirty position we were in.

She pressed a small hand to my chest for balance and lifted her hips, the head of my dick nudging against her slick entrance. She sank, and we both groaned in unison.

"Fuck," I choked out.

Her cunt was my paradise–Christ! Hot, tight, and so fucking wet it felt like she was melting around me.

A greedy little sheath that was trying to suck me in deeper. "That’s it... Take every fucking inch."

She was panting, her tits already starting to bounce, making my mouth water. I brushed her hair aside, my fingers tracing the faint, slightly red mark on her neck where I’d tranquilized her.

"Sorry about that," I murmured, my voice softer than I intended.

Her eyes were cloudy with pleasure. "Just... shut up and fuck me, Kai."

I gave a low chuckle and gripped her hips. "That’s my girl. Now ride me. Show me how much you want this cock. Show me how that naughty little cunt of yours is begging for it."

I watched her, mesmerized, as she started to move. She was a natural, a fucking goddess.

Her eyes flickered up to meet mine before she threw her head back, a long, guttural moan tearing from her throat as she rode my dick.

Her tits bounced and swayed with every roll of her hips, the perfect, creamy globes jiggling with each movement. Her ass smacked against my thighs with a wet slap that was music to my ears. I threw my hips up, fucking her cunt like a madman, thrusting up to meet her.

"Kaiiiii, oh fuck, Kai!" She wailed, her brown eyes glazed over.

Was I seeing things that night when I called her? Her eyes had looked almost golden, like the sun. Anyone else would have said it was brown, just a trick of the light. But I was an artist. I knew colors like the back of my fucking hand.

The wildfire I had fucked in that elevator on New Year’s Eve had similar eyes.

Maybe I was just projecting her onto Ivy?

My thoughts derailed as she started throwing her ass back harder, recklessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Her inner walls clamped down around me, and I felt her cum, hot and wet, pulsing around my shaft. A hot surge of pleasure shot through me, my balls tightening.

With a guttural groan, I flipped us. I used my good arm, manhandling her until her back slammed against the mattress and I was on her, between her legs, pounding her pussy like a fucking animal. My left arm in the sling hurt like a bitch, but I couldn’t care less.

"This tight little cunt is all mine."

I came with a shudder, my whole body tensing as I spilled into the condom. I pulled out, my chest heaving, and looked down.

Milky cum pooled in the tip of the turgid latex. I peeled it off, my dick still twitching, and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up.

"Open up," I commanded. "Time for dessert."

Her eyes widened. "Kai, no-"

"Ah, ah, ah," I tsked, grinning. "Be a good little slut and take every drop." I brought the condom to her lips.

She snapped at me, trying to turn her head away. "You’re disgusting!"

"Quit it, my little slut. You and I both know you will. Now, open that pretty mouth. You know you want a taste."

Her lips parted, and I squeezed, letting my cum drip onto her tongue. She swallowed, her eyes going drowsy and hazy as she slurped it clean, moaning as she lapped like a good girl.

Dammit, how could she be hella perfect? I watched her, teasing her, my gaze peering deeper into those brown eyes.

"You wearing contact lenses, little Ivy?"

She went rigid against me, her body tensing instantly and suddenly; she scrambled to get up. "I have to go."

I grabbed her, pinning her back down to the bed. "What’s the hurry? It’s just a question."

"Why are you asking me that?" she deflected.

"Your eyes looked different when we were on that call last week." My eyes narrowed. "They were... I don’t know, man; they looked lighter."

"It was probably just the light playing tricks," her words tumbled out in a rush. "I really have to go."

I tightened my grip, and the cruel vixen slapped my injured arm, wrenching a curse out of me as I let her go.

"Sorry," She squeaked, her face flushed with guilt as she climbed out of my bed.

A birthmark I hadn’t noticed before sat just above her right thigh, almost on her hip. It was shaped like a tiny, perfect star, and in a blink, her maid dress fell over it, hiding her from me.

She was a woman with so many fucking mysteries, and it intrigued the hell out of me. It also bothered the shit out of me.

"I won’t be falling for your charms anymore," she declared primly as she started clearing up the food tray.

I just grinned, propping myself up on my pillows. "You just gulped down my cum like it was the fucking nectar of the gods. You should stop lying to yourself. No one else can make you want the way I make you want."

"You’re such a cocky bastard, " she groaned, lips twitching in a smile that she was totally trying to fight.

"Stay, and I can show you how much more cocky I am,"

"Ugh, you need help, Kai. Get some help." She flipped me off, but she was smiling as she left the room.

I waited until I heard her footsteps fade down the hall before I grabbed my phone and hit Roman’s number. They should be done with the meeting with Jamal.

"Kai?"

"Hey... do you ever get the feeling that our housekeeper-"

I paused when I heard a sudden cacophony of noise in the background on his end. "What the fuck is that? It sounds like a pack of reporters. Where are you?"