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He touches his forehead to mine and shakes his head. “I can’t. Even if I wanted to. I can’t.”
“Why?” The question comes out on the edge of a nervous breath.
“Because, sweet Gwen, your body drives me crazy. When I touch you, I don’t want to stop.” His fingers slide down my neck. “I always get what I want. Right now, I want you.Again.”
His words are intoxicating and I'm trapped in him all over again, so when he presses his lips to mine and kisses me, my body responds to his touch and I crumble.
His incessant lips coerce me into submission, and I submit. Fire burns everywhere he touches in the most delicious of ways.
And damn it to hell, I can’t resist him. I can't do it. My body seems to have a mind of its own, and my attraction to him is too overpowering to fight.
The only way out is to succumb to the passion that's consuming me.
As Malik deepens the kiss, I moan softly, giving in to the sensations coursing through me, which ignite a passion I can’t deny.
With his lips still on mine, he moves with me across to the table and shoves me against it.
His cock presses into me and I grab onto his shirt, yanking it hard because I want so badly to tear it off and touch his skin.
Malik pulls away and stares down at me with a deadly cocktail of malevolence and triumph in his eyes.
“There she is. The girl at the bar who wanted to fuck me.”
“I…” Realizing I’m still holding onto his shirt, I let him go, but he catches my hand and puts it back.
“Go on, take it off. Take my clothes off, sweet Gwen. Show me what bad things you want to do to me.”
At first I’m hesitant because I’m still trying to resist, then he presses my hand to his chest and nods his encouragement.
I start undoing the buttons and his smile grows with each one I do. Within seconds the soft cotton of his black shirt lays open exposing his muscular chest.
My mouth waters and I push the shirt down his shoulders until it floats to the floor.
“This next.” He places my hand to his belt buckle.
Keeping my gaze on him, I undo his belt and the zipper on his pants.
Malik takes my hand again, encloses it with his and guides me to his hard cock straining beneath his boxers.
My lips part and he takes advantage of that moment to kiss me again while squeezing my hand around his cock.
While I massage it, he consumes my mouth and starts squeezing my breasts.
In the next breath, he whips off my top and my bra, then places me on the table to sit.
Pushing my skirt up my thighs, he grabs the lacey edge of my panties and tears them from my body. I gasp and grip on to his shoulders.
“That’s right baby, just hold on to me.”
That’s the only warning he gives before he grabs his cock and slams right into my needy passage, pushing me right over the edge of madness.
I fall like a dying star from the heavens, glowing and full of fire, which burns my soul.
He starts fucking me and I realize exactly why I failed tonight.
I crave his touch.
That’s the answer. I want it. I’m hungry for it. I need it.
