Chapter 7
7
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I’m so turned on right now that it’s hard to carry a witty, intelligent conversation. But I can still try, right?
We’re done with dinner, a feast of shareable dishes.
Malcolm removes something from his pocket. A USB driver. “All the pictures I took yesterday are here. Figured it’d be safer to hand them to you than sending them online.”
He gives me the small USB, our fingers brushing.
“Thank you. Did you keep any of them?” The reality of what I did dawns on me. He could use those pictures to ruin my reputation against my consent. But a part of me refuses to believe that possibility.
“My favorite,” he says in a low, intimate voice. “If that’s okay with you. I’ll never share it with anyone. I’ll protect it with my life.”
The idea of this hot, experienced man looking at my picture again and again sends a wave of female empowerment through me. God, this dinner has been more intriguing than I thought. I know so much more about him now, yet I’m hungry to learn more.
The server returns, bringing the dessert and the check. Malcolm didn’t want anything, and I chose the banana and caramel puff pastry.
I take a bite, savoring the sweet taste, the caramel rich and filling. I close my eyes. “Hmmm… this is divine.”
“You missed a spot,” Malcolm says, touching the corner of my mouth.
The moment his finger brushes my skin, a current of electrifying sexual energy charges through me. I part my lips, and he sneaks his index finger into my mouth. I happily accept it, my eyes on his as I suck and nip before he removes it.
“You’re so goddamn sexy,” he says in a low growly voice that sends prickles down my spine. He signs the check, stands, and extends his hand to me. “Come with me.”
I take one last bite of my dessert. “Where?”
Rings of fire flash around his irises. “I don’t want our first kiss to be in a public place. Because when I start kissing you… there’ll be no stopping.”
That’s enough reason for me. My stomach trembles, excitement ballooning inside me. I surge to my feet, take his hand, and follow him out of the restaurant.
The next moments are a blur. He grabs the car from the valet and speeds along the highway. When we reach his home, a delicious thread of excitement works through me.
He parks his car, and we enter through the garage. We pass the kitchen, where Malcolm finally makes good on his promise. He pushes me against the wall and presses his lips to mine. His powerful hard-on digs into my belly, sending my body into a crazy hormonal spike.
His tongue delves into my mouth, swiping over mine, his hands roaming my body like he wants to memorize my curves. He intensifies the kiss, dominating every second of it, cupping my breasts before sliding his hands into my dress.
I’m so turned on that I’m dizzy.
When he wrenches his mouth from mine, we’re both breathing hard.
He rests his forehead against mine, our labored breaths blending. “I knew you’d be hot, princess, but not this hot.”
“Malcolm…”
Growling, he lowers my dress, exposing my breasts and cupping them roughly. “Talk to me.”
Talk? Stringing words together is hard right now—and so is he. His cock wants freedom from those pants. Even I know that. And who am I to deny it that freedom? I lower my hand, caressing his erection over the fabric. He quivers in response, and that’s when I know he’s into me as much as I’m into him. This intense connection can’t be just sex, can it?
“I’m in an amusement park and don’t know which rollercoaster to hop on first,” I say.
He removes my dress so I’m fully naked against the dining table. “Don’t worry. We’ll ride all of them—and you can repeat whichever you like.”
He coaxes me to lie on the dining table, my back rubbing the cool, smooth surface. I watch him as he fumbles out of his clothes. Within a few seconds, he’s completely naked.
A sight to behold.
I’ve seen his chiseled chest before, but now I appreciate his muscular legs and what’s between them—a gorgeous, massive cock with my name on it.
For a silent moment, we’re two animals, recognizing this crazy drive in each other, staring at each other’s bodies. Malcolm scoots me to the edge of the table. I gasp as he lowers himself between my thighs and positions his head close to my sex. Fuck. This is it.
He licks my thigh, nipping the sensitive skin, and a powerful bolt of lust bursts through me, lifting my ass off the table. I’m so ready for him. I’ve never been this ready for anyone before.
I’m fucking soaked as he inserts three digits inside me. I fidget, restless, needing more. He places my legs around his neck as he continues to finger fuck me, sliding his thick digits deeper, harder, faster. It doesn’t take me long to come. The pressure builds inside me, and I cream hard, so aroused I can’t think straight.
“Malcolm…”
I’m still shaking when he dips his head and laps me with his tongue, tasting me. He makes a hhmmmmmm sound, which only re-ignites my libido. He gets down to business, licking me, devouring my pussy with so much eagerness. My heart races, and a warm wave spreads through my chest. “So good. Oh, so fucking good.”
Malcolm amps up his efforts, flicking my clit with his thumb. It pulses wildly under his command, swollen and tender. Grazing his teeth over my most intimate flesh, he resumes sucking me, working my bud relentlessly.
“I’m coming again. Holy fuck,” I hiss.
This time, my core contracts as pleasure rockets through me, an incredible force taking over my entire being. He doesn’t let up, licking the fresh wave of cream with the same need as before.
“Yes. Yes.”
He makes his way up my body, dragging his mouth over my skin. He kisses my belly button, my ribs, and finally, my tits.
And daaaaamn.
Licking one breast, he plays with the other, rolling his fingers over the tip until it becomes achingly taut. I run my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “Such a pretty princess.”
I lower my hand until I find his cock and stroke it, palming it, giving it a good squeeze. “Pretty princesses like to get fucked too.”
“This one does, doesn’t she?” He switches breasts, giving it his undivided attention. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll rail you so hard, you’ll have a hard time walking when I’m done with you.”
I moan. I don’t doubt him. With this big, girthy dick, I bet he can do some real damage. And I’ll take it—every bit of it. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“Are you on birth control?”
I’m thankful he has the foresight to be safe right now. “Yes. And I’m clean.”
A dark glint touches his eyes. “Me too. So that means we’re going raw. I’ll cum inside your tight pussy and fill you up. Do you want that? Every drop of my cum inside you?”
My clit throbs, the treacherous little thing in complete agreement. “God, yes. Every single drop.”
He stands, fulfilling his promise as he thrusts his cock inside me. I yelp and my pussy clenches around him, every part of me aware of him.
“Fuck… you’re even bigger inside,” I gasp.
“It’ll fit. Give it a minute.” He doesn’t move, playing with my clit again, his eyes on mine like he doesn’t want to miss a second.
I loosen up a bit, my muscles relaxing, and soon, I’m undulating my hips. His cock is lodged inside me, airtight, pulsing against my inner walls.
“That’s it, my princess. Melt for me,” he says, his voice hoarse like he’s having a hard time keeping control.
“Oh, Malcolm. I want you,” I huff, my head thrashing from side to side.
He withdraws his cock and slams back in. That zingy sensation hits me again, an aching pleasure.
“How’s that? Can you handle me?”
“Yes,” I hiss. Honestly, I’m not sure I can. Maybe he’s too much for me, but I can’t not continue this. I’d rather die. “Oh, yes.”
“You’re being such a good girl,” he says. “Soaking wet for me. Only me.”
I rock my hips into his restlessly. My sweaty hair sticks to my flushed face, but I don't care. An intense wave of ardor washes over me, and he’s the only thing I can focus on. Him and his powerful thrusts, each hitting me deeper, each bringing a throbbing ache—an ache that makes me feel more alive and vibrant than ever before.
“That’s right, princess. Move those beautiful hips. I want to come in your pussy, fill you up like you’ve never been filled before.”
“Oh God, me too. Me too.” His words send electric pulses down my spine. I want him more than anything. I stare at him. A sheen of sweat covers his chest, making it more delicious, if that’s even possible. “You’re big, and I’m so stuffed.”
A trace of concern crosses his expression. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I’d rather die.” I clench my inner walls around his cock for good measure.
He flashes me a smile that lights his face from the inside. “Me too.”
Malcolm rocks his hips forward, his expression intense as he hovers over me. Hooking his arms under my legs, he lifts them over his shoulders. This new angle makes his cock hit even deeper, and my oxygen is in short supply. I moan, and he catches my lips with his in a kiss that teases each of my nerve endings.
Growling, he sneaks his hand between us, touching my clit. Without letting up, he rails me, his cock slamming into me deliciously before retreating, each thrust more addictive than the last.
I’m so close to the edge. My heart leaps in my chest as pleasure builds in my core and expands in my veins. He intensifies his thrusts, his thumb flicking my clit and sending me into a one-way spiral. Fireworks blast in the corners of my eyes. My body contracts for a split second and then releases as currents of ecstasy flow violently through me, shaking my body, undoing me like never before.
I call his name, scratching his back, nearly breaking the skin as my body quivers and my heart rate skyrockets. Malcolm slams into me one more time, and his body jerks, his groan filling the air as I hold him tighter.
Our ragged breaths mingle in the delicious post-orgasm atmosphere. His cock is still inside me, his cum dripping from my thighs. We’re enveloped in each other’s arms, sharing a familiar closeness like we’ve done this before, even though we haven’t.
Malcolm shifts, and I moan, surprised. My back is still against the smooth surface of his table.
“Time to go to bed.” He picks me up from the table and tosses me over his shoulder.
My sex tingles. I’m so tired that I simply drape over him, weightless. I let my limbs drop, and a smile forms on my face as I remember our exchange earlier.
Yes, there’s a good chance I won’t be able to walk when he’s done with me.