Page 176 of Her Beast

Some remote part of Malcolm’s brain pointed out that he might be suffering from a type of insanity.

It was as if a decade and a half of sensory deprivation was being satisfied all in one moment. Why had he ever believed that his fingers were too damaged to appreciate and feel the silken heat of her cunt? The satiny smoothness of her breasts and the intriguingly rough nubs of her nipples?

Malcolm stroked her thighs as he buried his tongue as deeply as it would go.

He was vaguely aware when she came, and then again, but not until the third time—when he heard begging—did he realize how deranged he must appear.

“Malcolm—Ican’t,” she whined. Her hand—which had been pressing his head to her sweet little pussy only moments before—pulled at his hair.

He reluctantly released her and sat up.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked when she heaved a sigh and slumped back.

She regarded him through lust-slitted eyes. “You almost killed me with pleasure.” Her gaze dropped to where his cock jutted between his thighs. He’d leaked so much that it looked as if he’d already ejaculated.

Julia reached down to run a finger over his wet crown and then raised it to her lips and sucked, her dark blue gaze riveted to his face.

“Fuck, Julia!” Malcolm twisted around on the settee—wincing when sweaty skin caught on leather—turning his body until he was kneeling between her sprawled legs. “If I make four strokes before I come it will be a miracle,” he muttered.

Her smirk was pure sin, and when her hand dropped to her sex and spread her swollen folds for him, he lost what little control remained and launched himself at her, entering her slick body with one long thrust.

Julia cried out and arched off the settee.

He paused, buried hilt deep. “Did I hurt you?”

She bit her lip and thrashed her head from side to side. “No,” she said in a strained voice. “But… need a moment.”

Malcolm covered her face with kisses. “Sorry, love,” he whispered, relieved when her tight muscles began to soften beneath him.

It seemed like two hours later but was probably less than a minute whenher legs wrapped around his buttocks, pushing him that last impossible bit deeper. “I’m ready.”

Itmighthave taken six strokes before Malcolm exploded inside her, his entire body spasming with what felt like the most prolonged, intense orgasm of his life.

He kept his weight braced on his elbows while his cock jerked inside her, her tight passage milking his balls until they ached.

“Sorry,” he slurred groggily when his arms suddenly gave out and he slumped down on top of her.

Two small hands snaked around his back and kept him from pushing back up.

“I’ll crush you,” he protested.

“No. I like it,” she wheezed.

He’d get up in a minute. Just a minute.

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Sometime later…

“I’msurethat nothing is permanently damaged,” Julia laughed. “Stop asking me that.”

Malcolm grimaced. “Fine. But don’t let me do it again tonight. You’ll be too sore.”

She rolled her eyes at him.

He yanked her tightly against his chest. “Look who is a cheeky little monkey.”

“Did you just call me a monkey?”

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