Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I swallowed the lump of emotion that wedged itself in my throat. “I just want you.” His words touched me deeply, emotionally, but they also told me again and again that this was exactly the right moment in my life. It told me that saving myself for Malkolm had been exactly what I needed to do.
“I wish I could give you my virginity too.”
I felt my eyes widen. He rested his forehead against mine, and we just lay there breathing for a second.
He moved back enough that I could see the long, hard, impressive length of his shaft, and I couldn't help but stare at the glint of that silver, thin hoop pierced right through the head of his thick cockhead. My mouth watered, my body on fire. I looked at his chest, just absorbing how big and masculine he was, how muscular and very male his body was.
And then I was right back to staring at that huge cock, and I found myself licking my lips as a crystal drop of pre-cum lined the tip. The thought came to mind that he was so thick and long I didn’t know if he’d fit comfortably inside me. It was a ludicrous thought, because I knew I was made for him, and my body was so primed for what he’d give me that there would be no unrealistic resistance.
I’d take every last inch of him. I was eager to.
“Fuck, Flora.”
I snapped my eyes up to his.
“I’m barely hanging on as it is. You keep looking at my cock like that… like you’re hungry for it, and what little self-control I have will fucking vanish.” His voice was sharp, like a hot, smooth blade running across my naked body. It made me shake uncontrollably.
Malkolm’s eyes were hooded, his head was lowered, and he watched me like a feral animal. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking the thick, long length obscenely. “You want this?”
Yes, I love this side of him. “God,” I whispered, that lone word leaving me. “Yes.” I stared into his eyes that looked so dark in the dimly lit room.
He closed his eyes for a moment as if grappling with some inner struggle. But then he opened his eyes and stepped forward. Malkolm smoothed a finger down the side of my neck, stopping right at my pulse point, adding a little pressure, making my heart beat faster.
“What do you need?” he whispered, but I had a feeling he was speaking to himself.
“I need you.” Those three words tumbled from me instantly, and I was shocked at how much I meant them, and not just on a superficial—physical—level.
“Not nearly as much as I need you, baby,” he murmured and claimed my mouth in a soft, thorough kiss that had my toes curling and me pressing my body fully to his, but a second later, he was pushing my back down to the mattress, covering me with his hard form, making me feel tiny and feminine.
For long moments, all he did was kiss me—fucking my mouth with his lips and tongue in the same way I wanted him to do between my thighs.
“Flora,” he moaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” He started thrusting his cock against my pussy, my wetness making his movements fluid, easy, his thick length a reminder on how huge Malkolm was.
“God. Damn, baby.”
Feeling his dick rubbing up and down my pussy, my intimate lips framing his dick, had me on the verge of getting off. He thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth, licked and sucked at my tongue, nipped at my lips. Far too soon, he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my throat. He drove my pleasure higher.
Tossing my head back, I cried out as the pleasure washed through me. All the while, he kept thrusting against me, licking at my flesh, drawing my pleasure out. Malkolm’s chest rose and fell almost frantically, sweat beading his brow as he stared into my eyes. I watched as his throat worked when he swallowed.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
I smoothed my hands over his bulging muscles, feeling how damp his flesh was, his sinews and tendons bunching right below the surface of his skin and against my palms. The sheets beneath me were warm but also a little wet from my sweat and my arousal that had been constant from my desire.
He made this low sound again. “The things I want to do to you,” he said in a thick voice. “They are so fucking filthy, baby.” He groaned as he gripped my hips tighter. “So fucking perfect,” he seemed to say to himself.
My breasts shook slightly from the slight movement of him against me, rolling his hips against mine, his cock slick from my pussy juices.
“Once I finally have you, I won’t stop.” His words were… final. He moved his hand between us until he was brushing his knuckles against my sensitive, soaked flesh. “Are you ready, Flora?”