Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“There—there’s no way–”
“Sure there is, sweet thing,” I smile, tugging my pants down. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And I am more than willing to make this happen right now, aren’t you–?”
Before I can even finish getting the words out of my mouth, Erika is rolling onto her back beneath me and grabbing my neck with both hands.
“Shut up,” she says. “Just shut up and do whatever you want with me.”
Okay, I think to myself instantly, my eyes scouring her glorious body. You don’t have to ask me again, princess.
5
Erika
So Chris wanted to have sex with me tonight. I knew that, and I wasn’t about to give it up to him. No way in hell was I going to give it up to him. I was going to go along with whatever silly nonsense he had planned (just because, I guess), talk my way out of spreading my legs to him, go home, and tell Sarah the whole story.
I just wasn’t ready to have sex. That’s what I told myself. But now here I am, seconds away from giving it up to a man I barely know, a man I just met at the bar, a man who I don’t even know what he does for work—he could be a serial killer for fuck’s sake, and I could be two days away from being plastered all over the news and social media: Erika London went missing two days ago and was last seen leaving The Sundown Beach with this man (insert photo of my murderer). No one in town or any of the regulars at the bar know anything about the man, and he has not been seen since Erika went missing…
But then again, I’m probably just transplanting myself into the plot of one of those mystery-thrillers I’ve been watching lately. Why do I like to watch so many shows about dead people anyway?
The truth is, Malcom—Mal—is insanely sexy, chivalrous, witty, and charming, with the body of a Greek god, and has had me hooked from the moment we met. I feel like some kind of fish that he, the master fisherman, caught from the back of his boat as he was sailing masterfully through the stormy waters where I was swimming (or drowning). Do fish drown?
* * *
His hands caress my body, and I simply give myself over to him. Do whatever you want, that’s what I want to say to him, but I can’t—it’s just too much. I feel like that would kill the moment or something.
The truth is, I just don’t know what to do right now, so thank God he does.
How old is he anyway? Obviously older than me. Older than Chris. Probably old enough that some of the girls I went to school with—or even some of the guys—would take issue with it. I can just hear them now.
He’s taking advantage of you, Erika.
He’s totally a predator.
He should be dating someone his own age.
Why isn’t he married?
Is he married? Is he cheating on his wife? You don’t even know!
Well, for at least right now, at this moment, they can all go fuck themselves. I’m insanely turned on, I know what I want, and Mal’s going to give it to me.
Mal, not Malcom.
My body is overheating as he squeezes my breasts then slides one hand down, down my stomach and between my thighs. God, I feel like I’m already about to explode. No one has ever touched me there before.
He drags the tip of his middle finger up my slit, and I realize just how wet for him I already am. My panties, lying in the corner of the room with my jeans, must be absolutely soaked.
The sensation causes me to moan. I slap a palm over my lips—I don’t know why, but I’m so shy about everything.
“Christ, you’re dripping,” Mal says, his voice low, predatorial. If I heard him speaking this way on the street or in the bar, his tone might frighten me. But here on the couch, it’s just right.
His finger reaches my clit, and the sensations inside me explode. I nearly scream as I try to keep myself together, my heart pounding within me, my blood boiling. I reach for a pillow to cover my face as he applies pressure in concentric circles. This man knows exactly what he’s doing.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers as he lays his body on top of mine. It’s at that moment that I feel his manhood against my thigh, skin against skin, so hot and so strong, and it’s then that I realize the full reality of his size.
I look down, and my jaw drops when I see it. So big, so thick, so…everything. And Mal sees my jaw drop too.
“It’s all right, sweet thing. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t?” My voice is trembling, and there’s nothing I can do about that.