Page 151 of Dangerous Encore
"I… I know. It just…Please,Mal…"
Again.
"Six."
Again.
"Fuck, Mal…Seven."
One more. I bring my hand into the air and bring itdownhard.
Her groan is low, heavy. "Eight."
"You're coming on my hand now, baby." This is what she needs—her pain twisting to pleasure. She's too far gone to actually fucking talkaboutit.
Her yes is a messy string of run-togetherwords.
I don't tease her. I slide one finger into her cunt.Thentwo.
She's fucking dripping. And she's close. I can hear it in hergroan.
This is going tobefast.
I rub her clit with my thumb as I fuck her with myfingers.
She bucks against my hand, groaning my name again andagain.
She pulses around me as shecomes.
I have to cover her mouth with my hand to muffle hergroans.
Fuck, the way she rocks her hipsagainstme…
I need to beinsideher.
"Come here." I pull her closer, holding her back against mychest.
Slowly, I drag my hands up and down her sides. I bring one to her chest to play with her nipples. I use the other to unbutton and unzip my jeans and slide them offmyass.
"Please, Mal… Pleasefuckme."
"Bendover,baby."
She does. She spreads her legs without me asking. Plants her hands on the car for support without measking.
"You need me tomuffleyou?"
"Yes,please."
I cover her mouth with one hand. I bring the other toherhips.
Slowly, I pull her bodyontomine.
My tip strainsagainsther.
Then it's one delicious inch atatime.
Fuck, shefeelsgood.
