Malachi’s pov
Her ass was a fucking masterpiece. Peach-shaped, pale, and split open by my cock.
I had never seen anything prettier.
Her cunt was slick, clenching, burning like a furnace that was trying to milk me dry. My boot pinning her face to the floor was the only thing keeping her from squirming away, and the sight of her, so completely pinned down and mine, sent a jolt of possessive triumph straight through me.
"Get ready to scream for me, kitten."
I drove my cock home, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fucking vice, a wet, hot, perfect grip that made my eyes roll back.
"Oh, fuck yes," I snarled, pulling back and doing it again.
And again.
I set a punishing rhythm, a hard, deep, nasty fucking that was meant to punish, to claim her. Each slam of my hips against her ass was like a brand, claiming her as mine. Each ragged gasp she made was music to my ear.
I loved it. I loved how she fought. Her whole body was rigid with defiance, her hands fisted at her sides, even as her cunt wept and squeezed around me.
She was trying so hard not to enjoy it, trying to stifle the moans I could hear building in her chest. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. This little wildfire thought she could resist the inferno.
"Come on now little Ivy," I taunted, panting hard and hot, pinning her down harder against the ground.
A little cry tore from her lips and my lips spread on a grin. "That’s it, let out those pretty sounds. Your body knows what it fucking wants."
"S-Screw... You.. oh... Oh Kai!"
This was what I’d wanted from the second I saw her walk into our home, her brown eyes lighting up as she gaped at the ceiling in awe. I couldn’t place a finger on why the hell I had wanted her with a need so insane it couldn’t be explained.
Was it the adorable way she had stumbled and paled visibly when she saw I and Roman the first time?
Fuck, those doe eyes had widened prettily, her cheeks stained with a hot red blush that I wanted to see spread down the rest of her, and then trace them with my teeth.
Or was it that fire in her eyes? I wanted to see that spirit crumble before me. I’d wanted to be the one to break it. And fuck, it was better than I’d imagine.
I leaned over, my abs screaming, my cock throbbing furiously as it buried over and over into her pink glistening and tight cunt.
My lips dropped to her back and I scraped my teeth on her skin, sucking a hard, bruising kiss onto the delicate skin where her back met her ass. She flinched, a sharp cry escaping her lips. I did it again on the other side, marking her.
She was my art. My canvas. Roman could sweet talk her all he fucking wanted but only I could give her this.
"Oh god," She wailed, arching her back deeper. "Slow down... Malachi,"
"You can’t keep calling my name in that sexy moan and think I’d want to stop, kitten," I slammed into her harder, making her whole body jolt. "I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my cum. And you’re going to take every fucking drop."
"Asshole," she gasped, but the word was weak, breathless. "Bastard."
Her mouth was going to get her in trouble. I reached down, my thumb finding the tight, puckered ring of her ass. I circled it, teasing, pressing hard, just enough to make her freeze.
"What the-?" she yelped, her body tensing. "Don’t you dare!"
"Then shut your fucking mouth," I growled, pressing the pad of my thumb harder, threatening to breach. "Or I’ll find a better use for this hole, too."
Her pussy spasmed around my cock. Oh fuck me, she would love that. She loved that so much, her defiance broke. A choked sob escaped her lips, and her whole body seized up.
Her back arched into a beautiful, agonized bow, and her cunt clamped down on my dick, threatening to wrench it off.
"Look at that? Who’s my little slut right now?"
She was cumming and I could feel the hot rush of her cum flooding my cock, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath me. I didn’t stop. I kept pounding into her, drawing out her orgasm, forcing her to take it until she was a limp, sobbing mess on the floor.
I yanked my boot off her face, watching her gasp for air, her cheek red and marked by the sole of my shoes. She was dazed, her brown eyes unfocused and glazed over as she panted.
"That’s one,"
Footsteps resounded in the hallway. "Ivy! Are you sure you don’t want to try the dessert? Harry said they were delicious."
Donna’s voice. Fucking Donna.
Ivy went rigid beneath me. "Oh god," she whimpered, trying to shove me off her as she called out to Donna who was approaching. "Donna! I-I’m just... finishing the laundry! Get off me,"
A cruel smirk tugged at my lips and I grabbed her by the hair, hauled her up, and spun us around. In three quick strides, I had her backed against the laundry room door as I kicked it shut with a loud bang, the sound echoing in the small room.
"Is everything okay there?" Donna called, her voice closer now.
"Fine!" Ivy squeaked, her eyes wide with terror. "Just... a little clumsy!"
I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively as I drove my cock back into her pretty dripping cunt right against the hard wood of the door.
My hips rolled as I fucked her hard, fast, and deep, my forehead crashing down on hers watching fear and pleasure war on her face.
"Why’s the door closed? Are you okay, Ivy?"
"Answer her," I growled.
"I-I’m fine, Donna!" she managed to stutter out, her voice a breathless, broken mess. "The... the machine was just... unbalanced!"
I could feel her cunt flutter around my shaft, gripping it desperately. My little kitten would cum again, soon.
Her head fell back against the door with a dull thud, her mouth open in a silent scream as her second orgasm tore through her. Her whole body convulsed, shaking in my arms, a wave of wet heat flooding my cock as she came again.
It was violent. It was beautiful.
And it was all because of me.
I held her there, pinned and trembling, as the waves of her orgasm subsided. My own release is surging hot and erupting. I pulled out, my cock slick with her cum, and fisted it.
With a few rough strokes, I groaned, my head falling forward against her shoulder as I came, spraying hot ropes of cum all over her soft belly, marking her lovely skin.
We stood there for a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breaths and the hum of the dryer. Her head was bowed, her body limp as she shuddered and trembled against me.
She looked so small, so fucking breakable, covered in my cum and her own sweat. I wanted to... I don’t know... touch her hair? Kiss her?
My lips curled in disgust. Hell no. I did not do kisses. I just wanted a taste, that was all this was.
I grinned, leaning back to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen. "Well, Kitten," I pursed my lips blowing hot air over her face. "That’s two."
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and hazy.
"Don’t forget our bet. You’re mine, little Ivy. My slut. Whenever the fuck I want."