Page 139 of Her Beast

“No,” she said firmly.

His smile, when it came, grew slowly and it made her already hot face scald. “May I continue?” he asked, caressing her jaw with the back of his knuckles.

She nodded, suddenly shy.

He gestured to her drawers. “Can we take these off you now?”

Julia fumbled with the drawstring and then lifted her bottom while he pulled off the damp linen and tossed it to the side, leaving her in nothing but her stockings.

“Much better,” he said, lightly stroking her calves. “We’ll leave these on, I think.” He dropped his hands to her ankles. “Will you open for me as prettily as you did before?”

Julia’s leg muscles jumped and twitched as she opened them.

Malcolm caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, the feel of his hands and gaze on her feeding the banked fire inside her.

“Yes, that’s perfect.” His gaze dropped to where his fingers, clad in cool, impersonal leather, spread her lower lips gently, exposing her fully to his scorching hot gaze. “You have the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen.”

She shuddered at his filthy talk.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, slicking his finger from her swollen bud to her opening. “Don’t you, Julia? You like me to say crude, nasty things to you while I touch you.” He pushed a finger into her, not stopping until his knuckles rested against her sensitive flesh. “Don’t you?” he repeated.

“Yes,” she said, although it was more of a gasp as he worked his finger in and out of her with slow, deep thrusts.

“You look delicious stretched around my finger,” he rumbled. “I can’t wait to see how you look taking my cock.”

A mortifying noise slipped out of her but Julia couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Christ, but you’re tight!” he said, the words almost accusatory.

He buried his face in her sex again, but this time, he maddeningly avoided her throbbing peak. Instead, he thrust his tongue in beside his finger as he worked her, filling the room with the wet, pornographic sounds of grunting and sucking.

Julia basked in the utter depravity, but her clitoris—orclitas Lily had wickedly called it—begged to be touched. She slid a hand down over his hand—the one holding her open—and groaned when she circled the tight bundle of nerves.

“Yes,” he urged, pulling back to watch while she fingered herself. “Don’t stop.” He gave her bud a hard suck that made her squeak.

Julia squirmed as a second finger breached her, whimpering at the uncomfortable stretch.

“You’re tight, but you can take it,” he said, easing the thick digit into her by careful degrees, until her passage was full. He groaned as if he were in pain. “So. Fucking. Tight.”

She clenched at his crude words and the sensation that rippled out was delicious, making her want more, deeper, harder. Julia dug her heels into the bed and shoved against his hand.

“Yes,” he hissed as she bucked and ground into him. “Fuck my hand.”

He shoved her finger away and lowered his mouth over her core, his wicked tongue stroking while his powerful arm pumped harder and faster, meeting the thrusting of her hips.

Julia lost herself in pleasure and not caring how she appeared, squirming and begging.

This time, when she orgasmed, her inner muscles closed around his thick fingers rather than emptiness and it intensified the exquisite contractions over and over again, until she drifted on a cloud of bliss.

She was only vaguely aware that he was still moving between her thighs, the rhythmic stroking of his tongue sending her into a fugue state, and didn’t immediately notice that his tongue was moving down, down, down—

Julia clumsily pushed up onto her elbows, trying to pull her legs shut. But his arms tightened like iron bands and he spread her even wider, pushing her knees tight against her chest.

“Malcolm? What are you—ah!” she gasped when his hot tongue licked herthere.

How could he? It was so dirty! Perhaps it had been an accid—

“Malcolm!” Julia yelped when he did it again.

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