He gripped his shaft and stroked the massive length several times while watching her. It seemed vulgar and obscene, but God she loved it, and loved watching him do it. But it was when he took off his cut, placed it on the dresser, and then removed his shirt that she had to clench her hands into fists by her sides to stop herself from reaching out and touching him. She wanted him, wanted to run her tongue along all of the hard muscle on his body, and over the tattoos that covered it. Seeing Malice with no clothes on and clearly wanting her was an aphrodisiac all in itself. He had a very light sprinkling of hair on his upper chest, and a dark line of hair that started at his belly button and went right down to his cock. And when he had turned she had seen the tattoo on his back. It was the same patch design of the one he wore on his cut: a motorcycle silhouetted behind a rising phoenix. With his arms and chest covered in ink, he looked so good, so dangerous, and so very masculine. In his presence she felt like a woman. He moved back toward her, slid his hands down her collarbones, across her breasts, and continued his path until he got to her pants. He didn’t remove them right away like she would have thought, but instead rested his head in the crook of her neck. Seconds passed that felt more like minutes, and all she wanted was to do this, to finally feel him do the things to her that she envisioned. They may have only known each other for such a short time, but when something felt this good it seemed almost wrong to go against it.
“Why are you stopping?” She could hear her pulse racing in her ears, and feel it in her throat.
“Are you sure about this, baby, because once we do this it can’t be undone.” His voice was so very deep, and she felt it vibrate along her neck. “When I take you it will be for good, I will not let you go. I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re my old lady, and that if they fuck with you, they fuck with me.” He breathed in and out heavily, and his warm, humid breath was making another part of her even moister. “And believe me when I say they don’t want to fuck with me and what’s mine.”
She had no doubts that he could deliver on that promise. Hell, she had seen his fierceness already. She shook her head and lifted her hands so she could rest them on his narrow waist. “I’m sure. I don’t think I have ever been surer of anything in my life before.” And she meant that, every single word. She heard him swallow, and then when she moved her hands up his sides and rested them on his pecs he groaned. When he moved closer and the hot, hard length of his cock pressed against her belly, a half sigh half moan left her. A spark of iciness touched her skin, and she looked down and stared at the piercing at the tip of his erection. She knew enough that that type of piercing was called a Prince Albert. Of course she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel inside of her.
“I want you so fucking badly.” He breathed against her, groaned and thrust his hips forward so she felt his cock and piercing once again. “I could come without even being inside of you, baby.” He ran his tongue up the length of her throat. “I could lick every part of you, suck at your nipples, your clit…”
A tremble moved through her, and she tightened her hands on his shoulders
“I could suck on you all night long until you came all over my face.” He scraped his teeth over the area he had just run his tongue along. “I want to memorize you, Adrianna, so that there isn’t one inch of you that isn’t ingrained in my head.”
She felt dizzy, high, and drunk from the sensation overload that was swarming her. “Please, Malice.”
He groaned against her neck, but he didn’t kiss her or touch her anymore. Instead he pulled back so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Hold on, baby.” He pulled away from her, and she braced a hand on the wall beside her for support.
Her knees shook, her head spun, and she was so uncomfortably wet that she wanted out of her panties and pants. Everything felt hazy, but soon her mind and vision cleared and she was able to focus on what Malice was doing: grabbing a condom. She clenched her thighs together once more because the sight of his wide shoulders and muscular back covered in ink had her clit tingling. He turned back around, and of course her gaze went right to the massive cock that jutted from him. But Adrianna couldn’t help it.
He stalked forward, and really there was no other word that effectively described what he was doing. He stopped mere inches from here, and she stared at the small cut on his bottom lip. Without thinking, just acting, she lifted her hand and ran the pad of her finger right beside it. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. He just stared right into her eyes.