“You know, if you’d have gotten down on one knee, I’d have stabbed you in your pretty blue eyes,” Malia says with a smile.
I chuckle, dropping down to kiss the sensitive spot on her neck. She shudders under me and grind against her growing more impatient.
“Don’t I fucking know it,” I growl, biting down and making her groan.
I lean back and take in the vision of a woman that’s mine. Malia lies under me, waiting for me to do whatever I want to her. It’s my favorite view. The looks of pleasure I bring her across her perfect face. The love in her eyes when we hold each other every time after.
This woman.
My fucking life.
She rolls her hips under me, snapping me out of my daze.
“Don’t tell me you’re regretting forever with me all of a sudden, Officer,” she teases. Annoyance clear in her voice that we’ve hit a pause.
“Excuse me for getting lost in you, Cupcake,” I say, leaning down and biting on her bottom lip giving her a hard thrust.
“Fuck, Liam,” she moaned. “Get lost in this wet pussy or get the fuck off of me.”
I chuckle, working my clothes off in a desperate pace. I sink myself into her slightly turning her body to the side. I lift her leg up allowing me to thrust hard and deep. I watch as her face contorts in pleasure with every single brutal punch of my hips.
She wraps her thighs around my hips, shifting her body until she’s on top of me.
“Someone’s greedy,” I say laughing.
Even though I’m normally in control under the sheets – when Malia takes over…Fuck, she could do me in right in this moment.
She lets her head fall back as I fill her. Malia starts slow, feeling me – every inch. Her hand finds my neck as her pace begins to quicken. My hands slowly roam her soft skin. Mapping her body and ingraining into my very core.
Malia adds pressure against my throat, I reach down and grip both of her ass cheeks matching her strength. With each growing moan her grip tightens on me, as she works herself close to her orgasm.
Malia shifts her hand to my beard pulling me up into a sitting position as we thrust together in unison, brutally, desperately. My arms wrap around her waist pulling her down so I could feel her pussy tighten as she comes undone.
She grabs my face tightly between her fingers, her eyes start to roll back. My hand snaps up, tangling in her hair and yank her down, resting her forehead against mine.
“You know I love it when you look me in these eyes as you come for me,” I growl against her lips.
One hand finds my hair as the other digs deep into my skin —
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. “Come for me.”
As if her orgasm was on command she tightens around my cock and cries out. My skin breaks open under her nails during her release. The pleasurable pain coursing through me while my name dies on her lips as she comes down from her high.
I allow Malia a moment to enjoy every second of what she felt before I flip her on her back. She grabs a handful of my hair that she lost when I moved her and she directs my eyes to hers, as if they would be looking anywhere other than at her anyway.
“If I don’t feel your dick fucking my heart, Liam Brenner, you can have this ring back,” she threatens and I rise at the challenge.
I can’t help but smile at her. A challenge sits on her perfect face to match my own.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I say through a chuckle.
I take both of Malia’s legs and place them on my shoulders before slamming back into her. I press myself hard against her, a smirk at the corner of her mouth.
“Demolish me, Officer,” she demands with a flick of her eyebrow.
“As you wish,” I growl before kissing her inner thigh.
I raise her hips up to angle myself properly before driving hard. I can feel myself getting close, but we just got engaged. And as much as Malia and I love the more primal aspect in our sex life, I wanted to cherish her as we came together, so I slow my pace. It’s still punishing just not in the way she asked.