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“It’s good, Malcolm, I promise. You can’t break me. I’m made for you,” I reassure him, and just as the words leave my mouth, he pulls the cups of my bra down and seals his lips around my tight nipple. His fingers pump into me faster, and I can do nothing but let him do with my body as he pleases.
He switches over to the other nipple giving that side just as much attention. My body breaks out in a cold sweat when he begins to trail kisses down my stomach and pulls my panties down.
Malcolm grabs hold of my thighs and pulls them apart. He positions himself between my legs and, using his hand, spreads my lips apart. I don’t even have time to think about anything besides him when he slides his tongue from the bottom to the top. “So sweet. So, fucking sweet.”
My hands palm his head as he savagely laps at my folds, sucking every last drop out of me until my body feels like mush. After five orgasms, I’m pulling at him. I need to feel him inside of me.
“You ready for me,mon trésor.”
“Yes, so ready.” I sound so needy, and it’s exactly how I feel.
He reaches over to the side table and pulls out a condom. He quickly opens it and rolls it down his length. This is the first time I’ve been able to see him in all his glory. He’s magnificent. I wrap my legs around his back and pull him closer. I don’t want to wait anymore.
He places his forearms on either side of my head, making sure to keep his eyes on mine as he slowly pushes into me from the crown all the way down to the base. Inch after thick inch pushing me to new heights of pleasure. My eyes roll back as he fills me up.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” Malcolm grunts in my ear as his hips start to pump into my body.
It’s not very long until those measured pumps become fast and hard thrusts. He grabs hold of me, and everywhere his hands touch, it feels like they’re being tattooed on me. I look up into those green eyes, and I can see without a shadow of a doubt that all the feelings I thought were just one-sided he’s been feeling too.
Electricity builds at the base of my back, and slowly the build to the next orgasm overtakes my body.
“Fuck yes, come for me.” He leans up to watch me break apart underneath him. I do just that.
“Oh . . . oh, yes.” I slam my hands against the bed as my core squeezes and milks him.
“Shit! Shit! Désirée,” he growls my name as he pounds into me harder than before, right at the edge of his control. When I reach up and rake my nails down his back, he leans his head back and slams into me one last time as he comes buried deep inside of me.
After a second, he falls down on top of me, his heavy body trapping me against the bed. I hold him against me and just let his body relax on mine.
* * *
Now that I’ve given Malcolm the go-ahead, he can’t seem to keep his hands off me. I’m not complaining. This is exactly what I wanted. I turn over in the bed to see him knocked out and snoring. He’s so cute when he sleeps. It makes me want to just crawl in the bed with him. Unfortunately, my body is telling me that I have other needs than the million and one orgasms he’s tried to give me. I slip out of bed and walk out of the room to get to the bathroom.
Malcolm’s not moving, so I grab his robe and go downstairs to get some of the brownies that I made earlier. We barely ate all of our food before we were upstairs in each other’s arms. I’m feeling extra light on my feet as I dance around the kitchen eating a big chunk of brownie. I swallow down a big bite when I hear a knock at the door. I rush over to open it but right as I get to the door, I realize I don’t know who it is. Malcolm’s upstairs, so who the hell is at the door? Anyone in my family would’ve called first. My anxiety ramps up as I take the last few steps to the door. I lean to the side to see out the drapes to see who it is. The dread I’d just been feeling drops away, and annoyance takes its place.
What’s Gaylord doing here?
I open the door, and he turns around with a huge smile on his face. “Désirée, I knew I’d find you here.” He takes a step like he’s going to come in, but I don’t move.
“What’re you doing here?” I ask.
“Look, I know things didn’t work out well between us before, but I know that’s not the way our story ends. You know we’re meant to be together. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. You can’t deny we had something,” Gaylord says with a smooth voice.
“Are you out of your mind? We’re not meant to be together. We didn’t work because we weren’t meant to work. What makes you think you showing up where I’m staying will make me change my mind about that? You need to go, Gaylord. This was a really bad idea.” I shake my head and try to close the door, but Gaylord puts his hand up to stop me.
“Désirée, just give me a second. Talk to me.”
“If you don’t get the fuck off my property, you can talk to my fucking gun,” Malcolm’s deep voice rumbles out from behind me. I move quickly as he steps in front of me, a murderous look in his eye and a gun in his hand.
