Page 111 of Dangerous Encore
He does so many amazing thingstome.
Even if they're torture as much as they'rebliss.
Heteases.
Andteases.
Andteases.
I let my eyelids fluttertogether.
I let anticipation flood my senses. I can taste how much I need him. Smell it.Hearit.
"Mal…"
"Yeah,baby?"
"Please."
"Please?"
"Fuck me.Please."
Henods.
He stares back at me as he slidesinsideme.
Fuck.
NowI'mwhole.
He feels so good. Warm.Hard.Mine.
It's intense in the bestpossibleway.
The car is small. I have to hold him close to keep from bumping into the roof. I have to keep my thighs pressed to his, my chest pressed to his,mylips—
I have tokisshim.
He claims my mouth with his tongue as he claims my sex withhiscock.
We move together, hips shifting, tongues dancing, fingernails diggingintoskin.
We stay locked together until I'mthere.
I pull back to groanhisname.
My sex pulses with an orgasm. Pleasure spreads through my limbs, all the way to my fingersandtoes.
I come so hard I seewhite.
Then Mal is there, digging his nails into my skin, pulsinginsideme.
He groansmyname.
He holds meclose.
He spills every drop he hastogive.
When he's done, I collapse on top of him. I press my lipstohis.
I kiss him like I can't get enough ofhislips.
Because Ican't.
I can never get enoughofhim.
