Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“It’s not happening. Do you hear me, angel? You will never be his wife. Tell me you know that.” She mewls a little and that is when I realize I have her leg hiked up around my waist, rubbing my full-mast cock against her middle. “I can’t hear you, angel. Say it.”
“It-it won’t happen. Please Malcolm.” That’s right, Connor. She’s begging for me, and I am going to give her all of it.
chapter five
Millicent
Malcolm all but drags me out of his parent’s house and to the car and I let him.
“Stay with me,” he says as he kisses my neck.
“Just until midnight,” I tell him. I’m not sure why… it’s only nine, but I know that if I stay the night, I’ll never want to leave. I can do this. I can give this god among men my virginity and walk away unscathed. I can be a modern woman, taking what I need and going home. Easy peasy.
“I’ll never make it to my place and yours is out,” he says, alternatively kissing, licking, and sucking my neck. It feels soooo good. Nothing has ever felt so… real… so right. “Take us to the Tavish, Marshall,” he tells his driver before rolling the partition back up. The driver doesn’t answer, but the car lurches into motion.
“Malcolm,” I whine, not exactly sure what I’m whining for.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Millie. Tell me you know that don’t you?” I don’t actually, so I don’t answer, I just run my hands over the massive expanse of his back. “This fucking dress has been driving me crazy all night. All those men drooling over you. I fucking hated it, but you left on my arm. They all saw,” he growls, sounding like a caveman. Why do I love that so much?
We hurry inside his building. He punches in an elevator code and we’re off. Once inside the elevator, he kisses me with so much passion, that my knees almost give out. “I got you, angel,” he says, and I get goosebumps. The elevator opens straight into the living room. I was so nervous and excited I didn’t realize he owns the penthouse. Of course he does though. He’s Malcolm Porter.
The next thing I know, I'm pinned to the wall to the left of the elevator. Both of my hands are locked in just one of his larger hands above my head. He runs his hand up my leg through the slit in the side of my dress. His thick, surprisingly calloused fingers caress my thigh. He groans when he moves my panties to the side and runs his fingers through my wetness. I moan long and loud.
“You're so wet, angel. I'm gonna destroy this pussy for any other man,” he says pulling his fingers from me. I nod like an idiot, but in this moment, I can already tell that is the truth. My lips devour his. His deft fingers find the eye hook above my zipper, and he opens it, then slides the zipper down. My dress pools at my feet. He pulls away from my mouth, leaning away from me. I lift one heeled foot, then the other, kicking away the dress. I’m still in my forest green bra and panties. He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me and God, do I want him to…
With my arms still up on the wall, my ass is popped out, making it look bigger than it already is. His alluring green eyes roam up and down my body. Once he sees the garters hanging down on my thick thighs, he mumbles something, but I can't understand what he's saying. I'm pretty sure I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, anything else is impossible to hear. He pulls the cups of my bra down, my nipples instantly hardening in the cool air of the room. He sucks in a breath but doesn’t say anything. He stares for a long time until I can’t take it anymore. I’m squirming under his gaze. My wetness is dripping down my thighs. I need something. I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I drop them and take my bra off, leaving me in just my garters and panties.
“What?” I ask, praying he doesn’t stop this.
“Christmas was last week. I must have been really good this year to get you as a present,” he growls before his lips find mine. I have to touch him, so I help him shrug his tux jacket to the floor. I unknot his tie and toss it too. Leaning back from him, I unbutton his shirt and toss it next. His undershirt goes too.
“Why do have so many layers on,” I moan, frustrated.
“Patience,” he says. “We’ve got all night.”
“Just until midnight,” I remind him.
“We’ll see,” he says as I get his belt open. His pants hit the floor with a metallic clank and my pussy clenches at the sound. Reaching into his boxers, I find his hard cock.