A/N: Hi luvs I listened I updated.
smuts are my speciality so.. let's do this. Don't read if uncomfortable with S&M.
Location: Hotel France.
Malcolm and I were going to go out for dinner after a night at the festival.
We are in the hotel room. I am carrying out my regime in the bathroom whilst Malcolm is flicking through TV channels on the bed.
I have moisturised every inch of my body with Cocoa butter. It keeps my tan skin firm and healthy.
Brushed through my hair and applied new lashes.
I changed from my green camo pants into a white skirt and black bralette. My hair is up in a braided ponytail.
I douse myself in Coco Mademoiselle Chanel and get ready to leave.
As I exit the bathroom. He is there, in a shirt and chino's looking at me like he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
I can't help but blush.
No one has stared at me like that.
Except for Malcolm.
"Ready to go Babu?" I shrug, gesturing towards the door.
His eyes look up and down my body. He bites his lip.
I begin to feel butterflies.
"No Ari."
Suddenly,
He has me pushed up against the wall of our hotel room.
Our eyes meet, but his gorgeous green eyes leave mine soon as he looks down at my body hungrily.
"Malco-----"
My voice hitches as his hands gently squeeze my ass over my little white skirt.
His hands,
They run down my thighs,
And then up.
Underneath my skirt.
His lips attack me, gently. Sensually.
His tongue attempting to claim dominance as one hand rests on the small of my back,
and the other slips up towards my-
"ooooooh." I gasp, he muffles me with his lips.
He traces his fingers over the hem of my panties.
My breathing hitches.
He rubs me.
My eyes roll back, the friction of my panties against my sex soaking the fabric through with my wetness.
His fingers push deeper and I press down onto his hand, desperate for more pressure.
"Ari you are dripping wet." Mac moans into my ear.
Shivers tremble down my spine.
He sits on the bed. Forces me to bend over his lap.
I comply, biting my lip hard.
As hard as the manhood I feel pressed against my torso.
Malcolm groans at the sight of me.
He smooths his hands over my legs and massages my firm cheeks.
My skirt is slipped up and my booty is fully exposed to him.
He kisses it tenderly.
Followed by a loud smack.
I wince in pain.
My core is aching and my panties soaked through, as he kneads my cheeks and then spanks again. Harder.
I moan.
The sound of my voice makes him groan.
He spanks me ten times.
Skin on skin.
Until there are tears in my eyes and I am lustful as fuck.
He leans down, kisses it. Deeper.
And spanks me again.
Until my ass cheeks are rosey.
Then he hooks his finger around the hem of my panties.
I wince as he slides them down over my sore cheeks.
I grip the bed sheets and two fingers rub gently over my wet pussy.
The fingers slip in.
It's painful at first.
But I am so wet, the pain diffuses.
He slips his fingers in and out of me.
He doesn't answers my pleas for him to go faster.
He takes his fingers out and tastes it.
He groans.
He spanks me.
I gasp and he clenches my sore cheeks it both hands and kneads them harder.
I am lifted from his lap like a rag doll, my body spread against the bed, face down against the pillow.
I grip the sheets, knowing my favorite part comes next.
His lips touch it
Every ounce of my being rejoicing as I let out a long, high pitched gasp.
he takes me all the way
--
We ended up ordering room service.
At midnight.
