Jodi Ellen Malpas - Blog Posts
He gets to his knees, reaching back to push his shoes off and get his trousers and boxers past his feet. Then he rips off my knickers.
“Bra,” he says urgently, reaching under my back as I arch. One flick has the clasp undone, and one yank has if off and on the floor with the rest of our clothes. “Let’s call that foreplay,” he declares, taking his arousal and guiding it to between my thighs. “Does my queen object?”
“Nope.”
“Good.” He sinks in smoothly on a ragged exhale, right to the root. “Oh . . . yeah.”
I sigh, and he settles, hands braced above my head on the arm of the couch. “I’m just gonna stay here for a few moments, so you know.” He kisses my cheek, the swell of him inside me sparking spasms in my muscles, making me clench. “Stop it,” Josh warns.
“I can’t help it.”
“Adeline, I’ll come.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Yes, your pussy is squeezing my dick. Stop it.” He looks at me, his jaw tight as he fights to find control.
I flex my hips, encouraged by the surges of pleasure pulsing throughout me. “I have no control with you.”
“God damn you, woman.” His groin rolls, meeting my flex, taking his depth to its fullest.
His True Queen by Jodi Ellen Malpas
“I don’t fear death anymore, but I fear life. I fear I’ll never be rid of this bitterness. Never be rid of the pain. Never be able to keep my mind clean. Never be able to look in the mirror and like what I see. It’s such an effort, an everyday struggle.”
The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know, and that’s why I hate this life. I. Don’t. Know.”
The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas
“Happiness is a forgotten emotion. It’s safer to feel nothing, to ignore that I’m a fuck-up. To disregard the fact that I’m beyond help.
Accept I am alone.
Give up on hoping—hoping I can ever be normal again.
Because without hope, there can be no disappointment.”
The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas
“There’s only one thing in this world that turns me on. And I love her in lace.”
This Man by Jodi Ellen Malpas
