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)
“What?” he asked after he pushed his plate aside and grabbed his beer. He brought it to his mouth and finished it off, watching me over the rim the entire time.
God, he’s so damn sexy.
I felt desire pool in my belly, heard the way my breathing picked up a little as filthy thoughts and images slammed into my head.
“Nothing,” I lied, my smile widening.
He set the bottle down, and I saw his nostrils flare as he clearly saw how hot I was getting.
I then lowered my gaze to his chest, tracing the way the plain white T-shirt molded against the bulkiness of his shoulders and pecs.
“How about dessert?” he asked and lifted a dark brow as he leaned forward and braced his forearms on the table, his eyes growing hooded as his arousal started to pick up and mimic mine.
“Oh yeah?” I teased. “What did you make for me?” Even I heard the purr in my voice, the teasing temptation that laced my words.
He shifted on the chair, as if he was having a hard time staying still… as if he was getting uncomfortable, like something was getting nice and hard for me.
“What do you want to do now, Malkolm?” I hummed in desire, feeling my arousal take the front seat. My pussy was wet, my nipples hard. I ached for him.
He ran a hand over his mouth, letting out a harsh exhale in the process. I could see the way his pupils dilated, how his chest rose and fell hard. I was working him up nice and good, and we were just sitting across from each other talking… gazing into the other’s eyes.
“I want you,” I was the one to say, to break that thick desire.
He groaned deeply and stood up suddenly, his chair scraping the floor before falling backward from the force of his movements.
And then he was in front of me, had me in his arms, and was striding out of the kitchen and into his room. “Fuck that chocolate cake for dessert,” he growled as he nipped at my throat. “I want you for dessert.”
I gasped in pleasure and tightened my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
I found myself in the center of his bed so quickly that my head spun. He tore his shirt from his body but kept his jeans on, and I found that much more arousing than if he’d been totally nude. The definition of his muscles stood in stark relief. He was so powerful that I felt another gush of wetness soak my pussy, spilling from me as my body prepared itself for the monster cock I knew Malkolm was hiding behind that denim.
“I’m going to fucking devour you, baby,” he growled right before he reached out and, with sure, efficient fingers, got rid of my pants and panties, baring my lower half for him, the part that ached for him the most.
The air moved along my exposed pussy, cooling my overheated flesh, yet burning me alive at the same time.
Raw, unadulterated lust slammed into me, so fast and fierce it nearly took my breath away. “Touch your breasts, roll those tight nipples between your fingers.”
I moaned and cupped the mounds, moving my palms around the globes before taking the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and pulling at them until sparks of electricity spread through those twin points and moved right down to my pussy.
“Take the pants off,” I whispered, looking down at the hard, huge length of his cock as it hung down the side of one thigh, secured by the denim, hidden from my view.
He groaned again but took a step back and quickly got rid of the jeans, pushing them down his thickly muscled thighs, finally revealing that huge cock.
I let my gaze latch onto his erection, just stared at it, watched him jerk under my observation, and saw more pre-cum form at the tip before dripping down and onto the floor. God, that’s arousing. I swallowed, feeling my pulse beat in my clit.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” He took a step closer. “And if you keep looking at me that way, I’m gonna come before I can even enjoy licking your sweet pussy and tasting your orgasm on my tongue.”
He looked between my splayed legs, and lifted a hand to run it over his mouth. His gaze was scorching, and it took everything in me to breathe as he watched me with hooded eyes. “Tonight is for you. Only you.”
I knew what he was saying, but I wanted his cock pushing deep in my body, stretching me. “But you’re so hard,” I breathed out and looked at his straining erection. He grabbed his shaft and started stroking himself from root to tip for several long seconds.
“Tonight is about you, baby.”
For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and then he groaned deeply, gave his cock a squeeze, and took a step toward me. Malkolm closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them again, I saw all the heat that had been built up in these few moments was ready to explode from him.