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He gritted his teeth and lowered her slowly, hissing in a breath as her pussy accepted him. She was tight and hot and so delicious that he wanted to thrust deep and fast to feel her close around him.
Instead, he lowered her slowly, fighting the urge out of fear of hurting her.
He heard a slick sound and realized that she was touching her clitoris. The mere idea made his balls draw up tight and his orgasm threaten to overwhelm him.
“Fuck yes,” he rasped. “Take your pleasure.”
“More, Malcolm,” she moaned.
He lowered her farther, almost half way, resisting his desperate need to thrust hard.
“Gods, you’re big.” She writhed on him, trying to take more of him. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Make yourself come and I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”
He heard her hand speed up. Seconds later, her back arched and a cry escaped her throat. Her thighs shook and her pussy began to clench around him, a delicious silken grip that stole his control.
He surged home, burying himself to the hilt and savoring her cry of pleasure. She was coming on his cock now, her body shaking and one hand gripping his hair. Pain tugged at his head, but he liked it.
He replaced her hand with his own, wanting control of her pleasure, and began to thrust, bouncing her on his shaft. She writhed and trembled as he made her come again. Her skin was slick on his, delicious.
The feel of her pussy, of knowing that he gave her that orgasm, made pleasure streak through him. He shuddered as she gripped his cock.
Sofia was dying from pleasure. Malcolm’s cock speared her and his hand was magic on her clit. She couldn’t control her trembling or the orgasms that wracked her body, sending pleasure through every one of her nerves.
Malcolm’s huge body was hot and hard beneath hers. His plunging cock stole her breath and forced a continuous orgasm to explode through her. She was trapped within a vortex of sensation.
His hand pressed against her upper chest, fingers lightly encircling her throat, as if owning her. The rage that she’d felt all night tried to flare at the thought, but it was forced away by another surge of pleasure as his cock plunged deep.
His motions picked up speed, his cock thrusting harder. He growled and his fingertips left her clitoris. He gripped her hips as he thrust, his motion losing all grace. He was like a powerful animal and she was trapped in his grasp, helpless to the feelings that overwhelmed her.
He stiffened beneath her, gripping her hips as he roared, his orgasm triggering her own. She shuddered as the pleasure wracked her, a kaleidoscope of sensation, as his cock plunged deep and hard.
She rode the wave, finally collapsing on top of him, woozy from pleasure and exhaustion. Malcolm’s breath came harsh in her ear, his chest heaving beneath her.
“That was amazing.” His voice was rough, hoarse.
It had been. And it terrified her. She scrambled to get away from him, but he stood, lifting her into his arms.
Oh shit.Her heart couldn’t take any tender post-sex cuddling. She was too close to falling for him already.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.
“Upstairs. But I think you should take the couch.”
He’d started carrying her to the stairs before she even finished her sentence. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
It was almost frightening to be carried upstairs by a man. She wasn’t worried about falling—he was so big she had no reason to fear that. It was the intimacy that would come if they slept in the same bed.
She’d slept in bed with him last night because she’d been worried about him and couldn’t bear the thought of being parted from him. But now he was conscious. It would be too intimate. The last time she’d slept in bed with a man had been nearly a century ago. Henry had been her attempt at having a real relationship. A boyfriend.
But it hadn’t worked, because she’d kept comparing him to Malcolm. Since then, she’d kept it to one-night stands when the loneliness got to be too much.
Malcolm found the bedroom without any problem and set her on the bed. It was wide enough for two, but barely, especially considering his size. He flicked on a lamp to reveal her familiar quilt, bedside table, dresser, and lamp. The butter yellow walls gave the room a cozy feel that was at odds with her emotions. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of Malcolm’s huge, beautiful body. His skin gleamed in the low light.
“I really think you ought to sleep downstairs,” she said.
“I don’t think so.” He climbed over and sat on the other side of the bed, then pulled her into his arms so her back nestled against his front.
