Page 44 of Fast Justice

God, she loved this. Loved going down on him, making him insane.

His thigh tensed beneath her left palm as she closed her eyes and slid her mouth down on him, taking as much of him as she could, her tongue stroking, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. A ragged sound of pleasure tore from his throat.

He tightened his hold on her hair, pulling, forcing her to slide up his shaft before locking her head in place and surging his hips forward, driving back into her willing mouth. Rowan whimpered and shifted restlessly around the ache of arousal between her thighs, reaching around to grab his tight ass with her free hand, sucking him eagerly, unable to get enough.

“Oh yeah, sweetness, more.” The deep, dark timbre of his voice was like a caress to her senses, the approval and enjoyment creating a melting sensation inside her. But sweetness. That was something only he had ever called her, and it made her believe she might be breaking through the barrier around his heart.

Sliding back up his length, she opened her eyes to watch his reaction as she tightened her mouth and twirled her tongue around the sensitive crest of his head. Bracing his free arm against the wall, Malcolm propped his forehead on his clenched fist and took what she so willingly offered, sliding in and out of her mouth. Low, almost inaudible groans filled her ears, mixing with the thud of her heart.

He couldn’t stop this now, he was too far-gone. She wanted him riding the edge of his control, ready to explode.

Fighting for control, he squeezed his fist in her hair, slowly withdrew from her mouth. She released his shaft to grab his ass with both hands and tried to lean forward to take him back in, but he wouldn’t let her, instead dragging her up and wedging her against the wall. He was so damn hard, his entire body strung taut, and she wanted to push him over the brink.

But Malcolm fused their mouths together before she could utter a single protest, claiming her mouth as she wanted him to claim her body. Needed him to.

The buttons on her blouse popped free when he tugged the two halves apart, and he broke the kiss long enough to drink in the sight of her breasts encased in ivory satin and lace, her hard nipples pressing against the fabric. With a hungry sound he hauled her higher up the wall, lifting her off her feet to bury his face between her breasts.

She gasped and arched her back, pushing into his face, his searching mouth, the faint stubble on his cheeks and jaw abrading her pleasantly. Impatient, he yanked the cups of the bra down, revealing her tight pink nipples that made him groan.

He flicked his tongue over one, teasing it while she moaned and twisted in his grip. Malcolm held her in place while her fingers bit into his shoulders, his scalp. Holding on for dear life while the world spun around her. Finally he darted his tongue over one sensitive peak, rolling around that sensitive flesh before at last closing his lips around it.

She made a mewling sound and panted, straining in his arms as he suckled. All too soon he switched to the other, using his weight to hold her to the wall, seeming to revel in her every little cry, each desperate gasp, while he trailed his right hand down her ribs to the bare skin of her inner thigh, exposed by the hem of her skirt he’d hiked up.

Rowan bit her lip and closed her eyes, dying a little as she waited for the touch she needed more than the air to breathe.

Firm, deft fingers slid over the damp lace covering her core, tugged the center aside to slide beneath to the wet, soft folds awaiting him. “God, you’re soaking wet,” he breathed, pressing his scalding hot cock to her bare thigh at the evidence of her arousal.

Rowan whimpered in response, unable to speak, fighting to roll her hips against his hand with the limited space he’d given her, needing more than he was delivering. She wanted him with every fiber in her being. Wanted to know she wasn’t alone in her feelings for him.

Then he pulled his hand free.

No!

He snaked a steely arm around her hips, smothered her babbled protests with another hot, searing kiss as he shoved her skirt all the way up to her waist. Tongue tangled with hers, he reached between them to grab the side of her panties and yanked, tearing the flimsy fabric.

She shuddered and moaned, shifting her legs to wind them tighter around his hips, opening herself to him completely as she ripped her mouth free. “Please, I need—”

“Shh.” With one hand he dove into his pocket for his wallet, managed to drag out the condom before it fell to the floor.

He ripped it open with his teeth, let her take it from him and reach between them to smooth it down his hot length. Gritting his jaw as she gave him a slow, firm stroke with her fist, his eyes went heavy-lidded, that luscious mouth mere inches from her own.

Ready to beg for what she wanted, Rowan held on tight and wiggled her hips, rubbing the open folds of her sex along his taut abdomen. He made a rough sound and held her tighter against the wall, then levered her up enough to nestle the length of his cock in her tender folds. Rowan caught her breath at the heat of him, licked her lips and stared down into his eyes, her body tensed. Waiting.

Now. Please now…

Malcolm held the rest of his body absolutely still as he eased the weight of his torso off her slightly, allowing gravity to do the work. Mesmerized, Rowan held his gaze while the hot, thick head of his cock eased into her. She bit back a groan, her eyes widening a little at the breadth of him.

A flare of alarm flashed through her as she eased down farther, her body opening, stretching to the slow, heavy pressure. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, her body automatically tensing as the pressure turned into a burning. A soft, plaintive sound came out of her and she pushed up on his shoulders with her hands, trying to escape.

His arm tightened around her hips, a steely band that allowed no quarter. “No,” he ground out, his voice ragged, features tense. “Take it.”

Rowan froze at the low command, the erotic edge to it. Her heart thundered beneath her ribs. He didn’t just want her body. He wanted her surrender.

And she wanted to give him both, she realized with startled insight.

Gazing down into his eyes, she drew a deep breath, then deliberately relaxed. Surrendering to him. Allowing her body to open for him, for her weight to sink down on him.

This slow, intimate penetration was so much more than sex. Twice as hot, so fucking good she could barely breathe. He watched her the whole time, seeming just as transfixed as he filled her, inch by aching inch. Pushing through her body’s lingering resistance. Branding and claiming her as his own.

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