Malice's Soul

gentle as I know her tits are still sensitive.
Willow moans, her hands gripping my hair, and she arches her back.
“Mattox,” she whimpers when I move further down, ripping her panties from her as I do so. I don’t wait for any more encouragement. I dive straight into feasting on her pussy, lapping up the juices that are all her. Willow cries out her pleasure as she tightens her hands in my hair.
I fuck her with my tongue, and she takes everything I give her. When she comes for me, I continue to devour her, not letting up. Only when she’s coming down from her climax, do I pull back enough to remove my cut, put it with hers. My shirt follows and I unbutton my jeans, allowing my cock to jut forward, ready to be inside her more now than ever.
“I love you, Dewdrop,” I rasp, lining myself up with her pussy.
“I love you too, Mattox,” she says breathlessly.
Clenching my teeth together, I slide inside Willow’s depths inch by inch, not wanting to hurt her. Her pussy soaks my cock as I thrust into her tenderly.
“Mattox, I need more,” she pleads, arching to take more of me.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” I state, my voice thick even to my own ears.
“You couldn’t hurt me. Please, Mattox. Make me yours.” Something in her voice does something to me and I snap, releasing control and slam the rest of the way into her pussy. I barely give her time to adjust before I set a fast pace thrusting into her. Taking her hard.
Crying out, Willow clamps down on my cock as she comes, her nails digging into my shoulders as I continue to pound into her dragging out her orgasm. I reach between us and pinch her clit, sending her straight into another orgasm. The walls of her pussy convulse around my cock, spurring me further, and I lose myself in her as I roar out my own release.
Bracing myself over her, I lean down and capture her mouth with mine.
This is what I’ve missed out on for far too long and this afternoon, I’m going to show her just how much she means to me and when I’m done, she’ll know just how beautiful she is to me.

Chapter Sixteen


Willow
“So, are you going to finish school?” Malice asks, running a hand along my side. I’d put on his shirt and laid on the blanket next to him. He’d surprised me with a picnic and after two rounds of love making, we finally pulled out some drinks and snacks to nibble on.
Malice laid next to me with his jeans pulled up but left unbuttoned.
“Honestly, I don’t know if I want to,” I mutter, popping another piece of honeydew into my mouth.
Thunder can be heard in the distance and I smile. I love thunderstorms this time of year.
“That’s up to you. If you wanna stay home and take care of the triplets, that’s cool with me,” he murmurs.
“I think I want to go back to working at Rise-N-Shine Coffee,” I announce. “I miss working there, but I hate leaving the kids or thinking of putting them in a daycare.”
“I get what you’re saying. What if you and Avery talk to each other about hiring someone we can trust to watch them while you guys work? We could do something similar to the national charter’s clubhouse and convert a room to a playroom and have someone watch them in there,” he suggests.
“You know that’s a good idea.” A smile forms on my lips and I lean forward to capture his lips in another kiss. He’d rocked my world when he took me earlier and I look forward to more of it.
His phone ringing breaks the moment as he pulls away from me to answer it.
“Yeah,” he mutters into the phone.
Whoever is on the other end of the phone causes Malice to stiffen and he focuses on me.
“Give us five and we’ll be there,” he growls, his eyes ablaze with fury and he puts his phone back in his pocket. “We need to get back to the clubhouse.”
Nodding, I quickly get dressed, giving him his shirt and putting my dress on without anything underneath. I’ll put something else on when we get home. Lastly, I pull my property cut on over the dress, as he does the same with his cut.
We leave the picnic where it is and rush to Malice’s bike. He straddles his bike first and I climb on after him pulling my helmet on. Soon as my arms wrap around his waist, we’re off.
By the time we make it to the clubhouse, my nerves are a wreck as I wonder what’s going on. Did something happen to one of the triplets? I should have asked Malice before we left the lake, but I didn’t want to hold us up in getting here.
Pulling off the helmet, when he puts the kickstand down, I look around the parking area. I notice a sleek black car parked at an angle.
“Mattox, what’s going on?” I finally ask as he swings his leg over and climbs off the back of the bike.
“You trust me right, Dewdrop?” he asks gruffly.
“You know I do,” I whisper, furrowing my brow.
“Then know what’s about to happen when we go inside is because I’m protecting our family. That car there belongs to my father. The phone call I got was from Hammer, letting me know he was here. I haven’t seen the man in years. Don’t want to, but he’s demanding we give him his grandchildren or deal with the consequences.” My heart skips a beat. I reach up to make sure it actually stays beating.
“He can’t do that,” I whisper, shaking my head.
“And he’s not, baby. I’ve got this. I promise. But when we go in there and I tell him what I’ve gotta say don’t worry about what’s gonna happen next. I’ve got you and our family, no matter what. We’re heading into a war