6. Kinky Enough

Contains CNC

Zade

She doesn't have many. But one of Malia's few flaws is that she still takes some of the things I say to her as hyperbole. Worse, a joke.

She really should know better by now.

I strip in the darkness of her bedroom, listening to her slow, quiet breathing as my cock swells, until it's so fucking hard that it curves up toward the ceiling, precum leaking from the pulsing head and tip to run down my shaft.

A wolf hunts, and when prey taunts that wolf, the inevitable only becomes more...

Personal.

Necessary.

When am I seeing you again?

I watched in real time as she typed those words and then quickly deleted them. How? Simple. Two nights ago, I was also in her bedroom while she slept, slowly and languidly rubbing her clit until she came in her sleep.

She must have missed the streaks of cum I left dripping down her pussy and between her legs when she woke up in the morning. 

Maybe she was still groggy when she jumped in the shower, who knows.

Either way, as well as making her greedy little cunt come all over my fingers, I used her face to open her phone and installed a hidden screen mirroring app while I was there.

No, I don't feel guilty about that in the slightest.

But that's partly why I'm here, dick hard, pulse pounding in my ears, eyes piercing the dimness of the room as I slowly prowl toward her sleeping body.

She asked.  

This is her answer.

She barely shifts when I pull the covers back, and murmurs quietly as I slip my fingers into the waist of her cotton shorts to peel them down. I slip a hand underneath her firm ass to I lift it and remove the shorts. Her lacy black thong follows, and I steal onto the bed, spread her long legs, and crawl between them.

Her lips are already dewy and warm when I drag a finger up them. She coos quietly in her sleep as I spread them apart, groaning at the sight of her pink pussy glistening in the low light.

A dark growl rumbles in my chest as I settle between her thighs and drag my tongue up her slit. I do it again, using a little more pressure as I slide the tip up between her lips and let it dance over her swollen clit.

Malia whimpers. Her body writhes, and her hips rise as if greedy to get more of my mouth on her.

Good girl.

I push my tongue into her, tasting her sweet cunt as she moans a little louder. I look up her body, over her taut stomach and to her small dancer's tits with those oh-so-tempting pale pink nipples. Her face caves slightly, her brow furrowing as her mouth opens in soft, quiet pleasure.

My tongue swirls over her clit again, harder.

Suddenly, her eyes open.

For a second, she's totally confused, her eyes snapping from half-lidded to wide as fuck as she stares down at me lying between her legs. 

Her mouth opens, her brows shoot up.

Before she can say anything or try to push me away, my lips wrap around her clit. I sink two fingers into her, curling them against her g-spot as I suck hard on her swollen little nub and roll my tongue over it.

"Zade..." she moans, writhing as her legs try to clamp down around my head. I give her inner thigh a smart smack, making her whimper in a way that has my cock aching and leaking precum all over the bedsheets.

I growl into her pussy, tonguing her velvety soft lips as she drips all over my mouth and chin. Fuck me, she tastes like the sweetest heaven. Like something I have no right to be devouring. Too pretty. Too pure. Too unsullied for the beast inside me that wants to rip her open and feast on her fucking soul.

I'm going to do it anyway.

She gasps sharply, her back arcing violently off the bed as I suck harder on her clit. I push my fingers into her eager pussy again, stroking in and out as she humps my hand.

Her breath catches, her body twisting under my mouth as I tongue her swollen clit, still fingering her messy cunt, until her spread thighs are shaking against my shoulders and I see her stomach muscles clench as her pussy milks my fingers.

Her hands tighten to fists in the bedsheets. Her back arches as her head falls back, her mouth open, a low whine of pleasure filling the room.

"Wait! Zade, I⁠-"

She goes to push me away, as if she doesn't want to come all over my tongue.

Rude?

That's fucking happening right now whether she wants it or not.

...And let's be real, she does.

I slap her thigh sharply again, making her squeal as her pussy tightens like a vice around my fingers, dripping all over them. Her clit pulses against my tongue as I suck it mercilessly. Her hands drop to my hair, as if to push me away again.

Someone really needs to learn her lesson.

I smack her thighs again.

Then again, and again, and a fourth time. Her squeals and whimpered moans fill the heavy air as I keep tonguing and sucking her swollen clit and slapping her thighs. My fingers ram into her, stroking that spot just inside as I feel her whole body tighten and tense.

Her breath catches, and suddenly, her body jerks violently as she slams a hand over her mouth.

"I'm coming!!" she screams through her hand, a wrenched cry ripping from her throat. Her body twists and shakes, her hips bucking hard against my mouth, shamelessly humping my tongue like a greedy little slut.

Malia is still shaking as I slide up her body between her legs, a low, hungry, growl rumbling in my chest. I bite and suck and nibble at her stomach and hips. She cries out as my teeth drag over her skin, making her belly cave beneath the heat of my mouth.

I take a bruised pale pink nipple in my teeth, biting down and drawing a sharp scream of pleasure and pain from her throat before I wrap my lips around it and suck gently.

My hands cup her tits, my mouth sliding from one eager, swollen nipple to the other as my cock drags against her messy little pussy.

My hips roll, my teeth only releasing her nipple at the last moment. I groan as I look down at the mauled mess I've made of her tits: bruised, swollen and red.

Then I kiss her, hard. I push my tongue between her lips, feasting on her mouth as I center my dick against her tight little hole. Milena moans eagerly against me, lifting her hips as she kisses me back, tasting her own arousal on my mouth.

I ram into her with one brutal stroke, swallowing her scream as she clings to me tightly. Her thighs clamp around my hips. Her nails dig in and rake down my back like hot knives, ripping a snarl from the back of my throat as I grind into her and kiss her hard enough to bruise.

"Zade..."

I draw back and ram my swollen cock back into her again, gritting my teeth at how fucking tight she is. Malia moans, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts as her head tilts to the side. My eyes lock onto that fucking ponytail that seems to have made it its mission in life to beg me to wrap it around my fist and tug.

I push deeper, dropping my mouth to her neck and running my teeth over the soft, delicate skin. Malia moans, squirming against me and clawing at my chest.

"Zade..."

I bite down on her neck as I roll my hips and bury myself again in her molten heat. She's still pawing at my chest as I rut into her.

"Zade-"

"Was this dripping little pussy dreaming about⁠-"

"Why did you leave?"

The question slams into me at the same moment I realize she's not clawing my chest, she's pushing it away.

I go still, the red haze of lust fading slightly as I look down into her eyes.

Malia's bottom lip retreats between her teeth as she looks up at me with those big blue eyes that wreck me more than they fucking should.

"The other day," she whispers, both of us panting as we stop grinding together, my cock still buried deep. "At the party. Why did you⁠-"

My jaw tightens.

"It doesn't matter," I growl quietly. A whimper rips from her throat, her eyes rolling back as I draw my cock almost all the way out and then thrust back in.

I start to fuck her again, but then there's that hand, patting my chest to stop me.

So I do.

Begrudgingly.

"It matters to me," she murmurs, her pulse still hammering madly in her neck. Her body still twitching and trembling. Her pussy still rippling up and down my dick like it's already bored of this conversation and wants me to keep fucking it.

"Look-"

"Was it something I said?"

My brows knit into a scowl. "It's not you," I mutter. "It's⁠-"

"Oh my god," she groans. "It's not you, it's me? Seriously?"

I rest my fists on either side of her head, my arms tense as I hover above her.

Her legs are still wrapped tight around me. 

Her needy pussy is still clinging to me and squeezing my dick like it really hasn't gotten the message that, technically speaking, we're not fucking right now.

My eyes lock on hers.

"You like to play in the dark, princess."

She frowns. "Yes, but you're avoiding the question. Why⁠-"

I'm still hard when I slowly pull out and sit back on my haunches. A shadow ripples over Malia's face as she scoots away from me, drawing her knees up to her chin and tugging the comforter over her again.

"You don't want my brand of dark," I growl. "Trust me."

"You mean you don't want to act those dark parts out with me," she snaps.

"Is that what I said?" My eyes narrow. "Princess, I am telling you, you don't⁠-"

"You don't get to make those decisions for me," she hisses. "You don't get to decide what I can and can't handle, or what's too fucked up for me."

Our eyes clash-icy blue versus poisonous green. Her lips curl into a sneer. "Or is all this just because I called you a little troublem⁠-"

"Do not fucking say that," I snarl.

Her eyes glint maliciously. "Big tough guy who gets hard chasing girls through the dark, and he gets all pouty over a stupid name a child would let roll off their shoulders."

My jaw tightens. She's playing with a fire she doesn't understand.

"I'm warning you, princess," I hiss.

"Pussy."

She's obviously goading me. The problem is, it's fucking working. Not because I'm pathetic. But because this girl seems to have a way of getting under my skin and fucking living there. The more she goads me, the more I want to pin her down and fuck that goddamn mouth until it's drooling all over my dick.

"Stop it," I snap.

"Or what, pussy?" she smiles. "Are you only into it if the girl isn't? Is that it?"

"You need to be extremely fucking careful," I hiss through clenched teeth, "what words next come out of your mouth⁠-"

It doesn't even register immediately. One second, I'm kneeling on the bed facing her, and the next, she's right in front of me, and my face is throbbing.

...Because she just fucking slapped me.

I'm rarely at a loss for words. But in that moment, I'm only capable of staring at her, a stunned, furious look frozen on my face.

My cheek pulses with heat as she leans into me, bringing her lips to my ear.

"Do whatever you fucking want," she breathes. "Let's see who can handle what⁠-"

A choked, whimpered cry lodges in her chest as my hand jerks out and wraps around her fucking throat. Her eyes glaze over with need and heat as my fingers tighten on her delicate, pale skin, my lips curling into a vicious snarl.

"Remember, you asked for this."

To be continued.....