"If you want this length back inside you that badly, my King, then turn around and show me exactly how desperate your wet core is," Dahmer commanded, his voice dropping into a purr that cut right through Malcolm's agonizing frustration. He hovered over the Alpha, completely naked, his frame slick with sweat and his rock-hard shaft pulsing fiercely in the open air, completely slick with their combined fluids.
Malcolm didn't hesitate for a single microsecond. The excruciating emptiness inside his lower body and the burning, unreleased tension in his cock had completely driven him past the point of sanity. Stripped of his legendary pride, he rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, arching his back and baring his weeping bottom completely to the Enigma under the bright glare of the chandelier.
