Page 109 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“You’re flexible.” He chuckled against my lips.

“This is nothing,” I whispered back.

No matter how much I tried to pretend otherwise, it was heaven to be back in Malcolm’s arms. I’d missed this though it was only hours ago he had me in his arms.

I craved him. It was like our one night together created a need in me that I didn’t know how to fill until I found myself back in his life.

He swore softly as I raked him with my fingertips.

He’d positioned himself, so one hand was under my ass, anchoring me to him while his other hand was free to stroke down my ass. He paused at my asshole. I stiffened with surprise.

“Oh, yes, Holly. I want every part of you. I’m going to taste every part of you. And if I didn’t have a castle full of guests, I’d do everything that we both need. But right now, I’m going to give us a bit of relief until later.”

I nodded, weak with desire for him. He said exactly what I wanted to hear, he was going to claim every part of me.

He dipped his fingers lower into the fold of my pussy, sliding one finger inside me to stroke me. “Always so wet, Holly.”

“Please,” I begged.

He added a second finger. The sound of my wet pussy sucking on his fingers made me more excited. I moaned and clung to him.

I reached for his already hard cock, slipping my hand over his smooth round head. It was wet with precum. He flexed hard into my hand.

“I want you inside me now,” I begged.

He grunted his agreement by sliding the tip of his cock in, teasing me. His head was large, stretching me wide for the rest of him. He paused, giving me time to adjust to his size. Soon I was squeezing my legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper inside me.

Malcolm thrust all the way inside me in one smooth stroke.

“Yes”” I breathed. It was a wholly inadequate sentiment to the pleasure radiating through my body, but it was all I could manage.

His cock completely filled me. When Malcolm pulled back, my pussy muscles clamped down, trying to hold him inside me.

“Patience, love,” he murmured, then he thrust again slowly.

He began to work me like that, pulling his cock almost all the way out until my pussy muscles grabbed at his head. He increased his pace. The wet sound of our coupling mingled with murmurs.

“You feel made for me, baby. So perfect.”

I nodded, unable to speak. I could feel my orgasm building. I clung to Malcolm, loving the feeling of him fucking me, of our fucking each other.

My nipples were hard and pressed against his dress shirt. The friction of them against the shirt made them more sensitive. That, combined with his cock buried inside me and being fucked up against a wall in a Scottish castle made my body tingle with pleasure.

“You are a dirty girl.” Malcolm breathed in my ear, smoothing my hair back. “You like this don’t you? The thrill of someone possible walking in on us.”

“Malcolm, please. Don’t stop,” I cried softly.

“No chance of that. Now come for me, Holly.” He thrust so deeply my back pressed hard against the cold stone wall. The combination of those sensations pushed me over the edge.

Malcolm swallowed my cries with open mouth kisses as I trembled in his arms. He came then too, the hot pulse of his cum filling my pussy over and over.

I felt boneless and thoroughly pleasured. I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep until Malcolm fucked me again.

“Let’s go to bed,” I offered with a wiggle of my brows.

“We can’t love. We have to get back to the party before someone comes looking for us. We haven’t even danced yet.”

The only sound in the hallway was our heavy breathing, though far away strains of the orchestra played Christmas carols.

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