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“What --?” I start, but he just presses the ice right between my tits and then slides it down, the cold feeling amazing on my burning skin. “Oh,” I sigh with a smile as I feel the ice going over my stomach; Malcolm continues moving it down in a straight line, only stopping when he has the ice brushing over my pussy lips.
“Better?” He chuckles. I open my mouth to reply, but I don’t find the words – my brain is just too busy right now, trying to process all the mixed signals my pussy is sending it.
“Better,” I manage to reply, even though I’m only repeating his question.
Oh, this is so much better than what was on the menu. I love being the appetizer, entree’ and dessert. And just like a fine meal, I know that Malcolm will take his time savoring every bite. Which is exactly what I want.
“I want more of that pussy, Athena,” he whispers, grabbing me by the hand and leading me across the dining room. “Now that I’ve had a taste… Fuck, I’m addicted to it,” he continues, guiding me back to the table. I turn around to face him, and he grabs me by the hips and forces me up, making me sit up on the table; I place my hands on the surface, and I bump against the bottle of wine as I do it. It tumbles down from the table, the wine spilling onto the floor, but Malcolm just ignores it.
In fact, more than ignore it, he makes an effort to do even worse. He pushes me back across the table and then, using one arm, he sweeps everything on top of it to the floor. Plates and glasses all fall down, creating a mess his maid won’t enjoy tomorrow, but I got to say – it kind of adds to the moment. I just love seeing the fury of his desire, the way he doesn’t care about anything else right now aside from my body.
Resting his hands over my knees, he spreads my legs wide and then stands between them, the tip of his cock already glistening from the pre-cum. Closing the distance between us, he grabs one of my breasts and, using his free hand, he pushes his cock down until its tip is pressed against my pussy.
“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he says with a grin, and then he finally thrusts. I throw my head back as I feel his thickness parting my drenched folds and straining against my inner walls on the way in. A scream bubbles up on my lips, and I let it explode in the room, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and back to me. With my fingers digging into his ass cheeks, I urge him to start thrusting, and that’s exactly what he does: he starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me at a growing pace.
When his rhythm becomes so fast I can barely think, I let go of his ass and lean back on top of the table, supporting myself with my elbows. His hands go straight to my tits, and he squeezes them harshly as he fucks me, his long fingers going over the curve of my breasts and pressing down on my aching nipples.
“Faster… Faster…” I whimper, even though he’s already going fast. Even so, he somehow manages to go even faster than before, his cock going in and out of me so fast I can’t even tell when it’s coming or going. Not that it matters anyway - what matters is that we’re fucking. Finally - I can’t tell you how much I wanted this to happen.
I know, I know – it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But what can I do? After everything that happened between the two of us, after really getting to know him… I just can’t help myself. And, just between you and me, more than craving his cock, I think that… I think that I’m falling for him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Malcolm says, more to himself than to me. I just don’t know if I’ll remain this tight after he’s done with me… Because, hell, I’ve never been with someone that had a cock as massive as the one ravaging me right now. But, just like I told you before… if that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to pay the price.
“Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to tell him. But the words die in my throat as another violent scream takes their place. As if my blood was turning into concrete, my muscles tense up all at once and an explosion goes off inside my head. Tiny incessant spasms take over my body and I start to tremble and convulse, my head thrown back in ecstasy as I come. “Fuck, fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my soul burning up. I don’t think I have ever felt this much pleasure in my life. I don’t know if it’s because of his big cock, or because he knows what he’s doing… But, hell, Malcolm sure is a gift from the heavens.
I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been in my entire life but, some
how, I just can’t stop myself from wanting more. He told me that my pussy was an addiction, and I know exactly what he meant by that – after all, I’m addicted to his cock right now.
And so, even though my body might be shutting down, my mind will push through. So I do what I have to - I roll on the table, going on all fours as I feel his eyes going straight to my ass. Even though I can’t see him, I know he’s taking his time with the sight of my naked body, and I can almost feel his gaze crawling up the curve of my ass.
Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me back so that my knees are on the edge of the table; standing up, he positions himself behind me, running two fingers over the length of my pussy before pressing his body against mine. I feel the outline of his abs with my ass, but I don’t have the time to focus on them - in just another second he has his cock between my thighs, my pussy lips parting as he pushes it in. I arch my back as he slowly eases himself in, that sweet thickness of his straining against my insides.
“Fuck me, Malcolm…” I beg. “As hard as you can.” I can’t even believe I’m saying this. I can barely hold the position I’m in, let alone survive the fucking I begged for. But, oh, well… If I can’t survive it, at least that’ll be a nice way to go.
I can’t even believe I’m doing this right now, surrendering to the one man I should be guarded against. But here I am, and it’s been an amazing ride. I mean, who would have thought that I’d do all the crazy things I’ve done with him? Never once in my life did I believe I’d ever be fucked like this. For God’s sake - with him, to come three times is just foreplay! This is what fantasies are made of.
All these thoughts vanish as the sound of Malcolm’s thighs slapping my ass cheeks start to fill the room. My head’s down, my hair hanging over my face, but I still smile - I’ve come to relish that sinful sound, something wicked and pleasurable to it. Perhaps I like it so much because it translates as me being fucked hard by a perfect man.
He has one hand on my ass, his other one holding my left breast as he pinches my nipple. I moan subduedly, my throat too spent to do anything that demands more of an effort. Still, even though all my muscles are cramping, I start to rock my body against his, impaling myself on his cock. As I do it, he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand - this time just once, but hard enough that I know there’s going to be a mark there for the next few hours. And that’s just fine - I love to be marked by him like this.
My arms feeling weak, I go down, supporting myself only with my forearms. Feeling me go limp, he laces my waist, one arm of his holding my ass up as he keeps on ravaging me. God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired in my entire life… This tired and happy, I mean.
Malcolm’s thrusts don’t take long to do their job - a fire rises inside of me, driving away all exhaustion, and I start pushing my ass back against him once more. My whole body tenses up, every fiber in me becoming as solid as concrete, and I brace for impact. And, this time, it seems that I won’t be the only one burning up: Malcolm’s cock is already twitching hard inside of me, kicking against my inner walls as I feel his fingers digging deep into my flesh.
We don’t say a word.
We let our bodies do the talking and we just surrender, the high tide of pleasure sweeping us both. I fight back against the pain in my throat and give birth to one final scream, the sound of it so shrill I feel my eardrums recoiling. As my voice quivers, I feel my insides becoming warmer, his cock shooting a river of cum inside of me. We remain still and locked in place, our bodies in communion as we both climax.
He fills me up to the brim, his cum dripping down my legs and staining the table under me. And still he keeps cumming - Malcolm truly is a God among men. Ripped as a model, hung as God… It’s only fitting that when he cums he has gallons of it to shoot. Not that I’m complaining, far from it. In fact, I absolutely love it: to see him cum like that and knowing that I’m the one responsible for it… Well, do I need to say anything else? His pleasure is my pleasure.
I don’t move until he’s done, his cock finally stopping all movement. By then the surface of the table under me has become a wet mess, strands of cum going down my legs and pooling around my knees.
The moment he slides his cock out I simply collapse on top of the table, laying on my stomach. Swear to God, the moment I feel the cold wooden tabletop under my belly, I drift off almost immediately. My eyelids droop and it’s as if I’m unconscious, even though my body’s still registering everything around me.
I feel Malcolm’s fingers tracing the outline of my ass and, placing both his hands between my thighs, he makes me spread my legs. Even though I’m barely conscious I can’t help but sigh heavily as I feel his face between my thighs, his mouth once again on my pussy lips, licking them dry. His tongue goes up and down my folds in such a gentle way that the corner of my lips curl into a tenuous smile, almost as if I were in a dream - the kind of dream from which you don’t want to wake up.
He keeps going until there isn’t anything left to lick, going as far as licking the strands of cum that slid down my legs. Finally done, he makes me sit up on the table and then picks me up.
