The praise cut through the fog of pleasure in Malcolm's mind. He suddenly realized how entirely submissive and exposed he was being, whimpering out loud while the Enigma ate him out. To make matters worse, the intense oral stimulation was causing a familiar, traitorous heat to pool in his groin—his own penis was rapidly swelling and getting hard against the bedsheets once again.
Fearing that the monster would see his arousal and use it as an invitation to fuck him ruthlessly for another round, Malcolm found a sudden surge of willpower. He wrenched his hips out of Dahmer's grasp, pulling his legs together and scrambling up to a sitting position, pressing his back against the headboard.
