Miscreants: Next Generation by Natalie Bennett (essential reading .txt) 📗

I rolled my lips, unsure what to say. This wasn’t the first time he’d said something like this.

He was one to talk. He was infuriatingly gorgeous too.

“You know what makes it better?” he continued, spreading my legs further apart as he settled his face between them. His stubble rubbed against my skin, heightening my senses. “Knowing you’re mine. It makes your pussy taste sweeter.”

The first tentative, teasing lick had a soft moan spilling from my throat. His strong tongue slowly made its way up my pussy and to my clit, making my mind go blank. There were no thoughts, just an urgent need for him to keep going.

His fingers skimmed along my inner thighs. He teased and tortured me before sliding in a single digit. His finger swirled against my walls, hitting the most sensitive spots as he stretched my pussy. A second finger slid in and he began to rock them in and out of me while his tongue worked my clit.

My soft moans became repetitive and loud.

It had been so long it didn’t take much to bring me over the edge.

I reached down and threaded my fingers through his thick, dark hair, pulling his face deeper between my legs.

“Mal,” I whimpered.

“Come,” he urged, pushing his fingers deeper inside me. “Come, babygirl. Let me taste it.”

My thigh muscles began to lock up, my inner walls contracting as he brought me to climax. Tightening my grip in his hair, I cried out as my body trembled and heat pervaded through my veins. He continued to lick me as I came back down. I felt like a puddle of mush. When he drew back, the table lamp illuminated the juices on his face.

He moved away to remove his jeans and briefs, lowering them over the sharp V that led to his cock. I pushed myself up onto my elbows so I could watch him.

Like him, I’d seen his body so many times, but I could never get used to it. He was toned in all the right ways. His tattooed sleeves and double insignias made him a leaving, breathing work of art.

My eyes traveled over the dark patch of curls and to his cock. It was thick and long, with a prominent vein going from the smooth head to the base. Something was different, though.

His piercing.

He’d only had one before, but now it looked like there were two or three in the shape of an X. I could see four metal beads sticking out from beneath the skin.

“You almost done?”

My gaze flew to his. “When did you do that?”

“A while ago.” He climbed back on the bed and settled himself between my legs. “It’ll make you feel good.”

That brought a ton of questions to the forefront of my brain. But I was gasping and grabbing at his back before I could ask. He’d pushed inside me without hesitation. The pleasurable burn created another gush of liquid. I was dripping wet, but his dick was too big for me to easily accept.

“Fuck,” he muttered, holding himself still.

I buried my face in his neck and grasped his shoulders, feeling my pussy stretch to accommodate him. I felt the metal bars of his piercing too, brushing against my walls. He lifted my legs over his forearms and pushed himself deeper.

I whimpered, digging my fingers into his skin. After withdrawing, he thrust back in. He didn’t slow or stop this time. He fucked me rougher than he had in months, but still gentler than usual, forcing me to keep still and take every inch of him.

Moans became whimpers, and the sound of our skin slapping echoed around the room.

I was going to come again. I felt it building in my core. I think I said his name again, but I wasn’t sure. My pussy contracted around him, and a mangled scream tore from my throat.

“Fuck, Lils,” he growled, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss as he continued to pound into me.

I ran my hands down his back, curling my fingers into his heated flesh as another orgasm rapidly built. He kept his pace the same, making it that much more intense.

“Mal, please,” I pleaded, pulling him deeper.

“Please?” he toyed with me, his voice still level aside from a slight rasp.

“Make me come.”

He readjusted and started fucking me from a different angle. His cock and his piercing hit my g-spot simultaneously. I could hear—feel—how wet I was as he thrust in and out of me.

I felt the flood of warmth and liquid inside my pussy before I realized I was coming. Absolute bliss flowed through my whole body.

I rode the high as Mal found his own release, pulling out at the last second. He fisted his cock, moving his hand up and down to get every drop of come out. The sticky liquid spurted onto my lower stomach and pussy, dripping down to the mattress.

My chest rising and falling, I wrapped him in my arms and hugged him tightly, never wanting to let this go. He kissed my forehead, then my lips, before easing himself backward.

I rolled my head but didn’t bother to move, watching his toned ass as he vanished from the room.

When he returned, he had a warm rag and voluntarily wiped between my legs.

When he was done, he laid down beside me, his back flat on the bed. I shifted closer and rested my head on his shoulder.

We remained like this for a few minutes, both consumed by our own thoughts.

At first, I thought I’d regret this, but now I knew I wouldn’t. Having him inside me was one of my favorite addictions.

The other was him.

Being by his side and loving him was as natural as breathing. Maybe that’s why the pain was inevitable—because it wasn’t