Page 89 of The San Marco Heist

Heat pulsed through my core, spreading out to every cell of my body. I grabbed his head and pulled it up so he had to look at me. “Screwme.”

“The lady’s demanding, isn’t she?” One of his hands left my chest and landed on my clit, just like on the plane. Not moving. Not doing anything. Trying to kill me. He whispered, “Say it.”

“Please, Malcolm. Oh my fucking god, please.” My fingers dug into his scalp, the intensity inside me escalating. “I need you inside of me. Now.”

He chuckled, so low and rich it jostled in my stomach. Inch-by-inch, he moved down my body, his tongue continuing to taunt and tease until his face arrived between my thighs.

I let my head fall back onto the pillow, waves of pleasure washing over me the second his mouth touched me. He was good. His tongue was as magical on my clit as I’d imagined. That was it. One good orgasm and I’d have him out of my system, then I could get back to the real world.

Or maybe a half-dozen.

“A half-dozen what?”

Shit. So much for my inside voice. One more ounce of self-control he’d ruined. “Orgasms.”

He lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow, those infuriatingly sexy blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “I knew you were demanding, but—”

“Shut up and get back to work.”

“Taskmaster.” Without taking his eyes off mine, he sucked hard on my clit. He caressed the hollow where my abdomen met my hip with one hand, the fingers of his other skimming my cleft. “Did you see where the condom landed?”

“No idea.”

He grunted, not moving, not looking for it. He’d make me wait for that part.

That was okay. I just needed one. One fast, one hard, one whatever he was going to give me. I just needed one. I groaned, “Malcolm. Please.”

Two fingers delved inside me, bringing what he was doing with his tongue to a crescendo. He worked them in and out, keeping rhythm with his tongue. Up and up and up, my pleasure rose. He sucked again, hard, maintaining the pressure until my body clenched around his fingers. Pain streaking up my leg from the cuts and stitches, and I didn’t care.

Every muscle drew tight, and I cried out his name, “Malcolm!” as the orgasm crashed over me. It drove through my entire being, drowning out every voice, every worry, every moment of stress. Perfection. Bliss. Wonder.

His fingers slowed, remaining deep inside, and I blew out one very long, arduous breath.

“Oh my fucking fuck, Malcolm.”

“So… good?”

“You’re an ass,” I said with a laugh, my eyelids unable to reopen.

The bed moved and dipped as he made his way up to my face. “Look at me.”

I did as he asked and was rewarded with a broad smile. “Yes, good.”

“Excellent.” He took one of my hands, limp as it was, and wrapped it around his shaft. “Because we’ve apparently got five more to go.”

Chapter 35

Malcolm

Scarlettstrokedmycock,sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, as though she were fantasizing what I’d taste like.

I bucked my hips, and her grip tightened. My head rolled back as she gained speed, sitting up as she worked me. Watching her release had been such a turn-on, I was already breaking. Too soon.

Her lips found my neck and she nipped at the skin under my ear as she continued pumping me. “Come for me, Malcolm.”

“Not yet.” I groaned and snapped upright, every ounce of my being protesting. I shoved her onto the mattress so hard she bounced. “Where’s that condom? I need to be inside of you.”

She didn’t search for it, just ran her fingers between her legs, rubbing them against her clit, dipping in and out of herself. “Yeah, that’s what I want. I want that big cock fucking me.”

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