Page 85 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“Yes.” I hooked one hand around his neck while the other reached for his waistband.

“There’s no rush, Holly. We have all night.” He carried me to my small bed.

Maybe there wasn’t a rush for him, but I felt like I was fucking going to explode if I didn’t have him inside me.

He lay me on the bed. The buttons on his shirt that I opened gave me a glimpse of his bare skin, making my mouth water. He removed his shirt, then his pant and I was left speechless. Malcolm Murdoch was impressive with clothes on, naked…the man could revive the dead.

There was just enough light from outside that I could appreciate the planes of his abs, the way his treasure trial dusted down his abdomen and led to the thick base of his cock—thick, veined and so very very perfect.

I’d seen plenty of men without their clothes in my line of work, but nothing that aroused me like Malcolm’s fully erect cock did. It was fucking huge. I was familiar with the mechanics, but I wasn’t exactly sure how that was going to fit inside me.

And yet I never wanted anything like I wanted Malcolm buried inside me.

My dress hem was bunched around my waist. Malcolm reached down, hooked his fingers into my panties, and ripped them off me. The sound of the shredding fabric echoed in my room, along with my own surprised, “Oh! Now who is in a hurry?” I teased.

I froze, afraid the hallmates would sound the alarm that I had a beast of a man in my room.

No one came running to beat down my door so I figured a little more noise might be acceptable.

“Now you’ll never wear those panties again.” Malcolm crumpled them into his fist, then pressed them to his nose. “I bet your pussy tastes delicious.”

I was wound so tight already that all I wanted was to feel him inside me, no detours.

I stroked a hand down my abdomen and then slowly swirled a finger around my clit, redirecting his attention. “Fuck me, Malcolm. Fuck me hard.”

His color heightened as I toyed with my clit some more. He liked seeing me touch myself, and he had clearly been planning on going down on me.

I was starving and wanted to get to the main course. I stopped torturing us both and sat up to pull my dress off over my head.

Malcolm sat back on his heels at the foot of my bed, watching me. I hadn’t worn a bra with the dress, so I was naked quickly. With a little slick of my finger the dress crumpled to the floor.

He remained where he was, his watching me with such intent as he stroked his cock from base to tip. Precum dripped from the swollen head. I licked my lower lip.

Feeling bold, I reached down, pushing his hand away and replacing it with mine. The way his eyes rolled back and his lips parted with a sigh of pleasure I knew he welcomed my touch.

“Come.” I lay back, drawing him over me. Spreading wide and holding his length, I guided the cum-coated tip of his cock to my clit and stroked it over my eager bud until we both panted.

I bit my lip, forcing myself to keep my movements slow and easy. But having a man like Malcolm over me drove the fires of need higher.

Holy fuck.

“Mmm,” I moaned. The feel of his head against my pussy lips made me flush with pleasure. I rubbed his head against my clit and then lower until I had him over my entrance.

“Easy, Ivy.”

“It's ok, I'm on the pill.” I held my breathe when Malcolm pulled back, his eyes holding mine in the semi-lit room. Just enough light from the street poured in that I could appreciate his tight expression like he wanted to say something, but decided against it.

I shimmied my hips a little to get his focus back.

“You’re so impatient and greedy.”

I slipped my arms around his neck. I wanted his body against me, pressing me into this bed. My feet were flat on the mattress at his hips and I hooked them around his legs. Drawing him closer to me was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re greedy for my cock, you dirty girl.” He ran his tongue along the rim of my ear.

“I want you to fuck me bare.”

“I bet you do.” He laughed darkly. “You want my cum filling up that pussy?”

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