Page 81 of Her Beast

Malcolm leaned forward and sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth, nipping her hard enough to make her hiss, and then licking and soothing the small bud as he pulsed his hips, fucking her with sharp thrusts.

He forced himself to concentrate on the lovely tits bouncing in his face rather than those he would never, ever see.

Maisie was tight and wet and felt like heaven taking him.

So why did he still feel so goddamned irritable?

Maybeyoushould be the one wearing a blindfold thenyoucould pretend she was somebody else, Mal,Sukey taunted.

That wasn’t a bad idea.

Malcolm closed his eye and, bastard that he was, imagined another woman riding him as soft, needy feminine whimpers filled the air.

Yessss,that was better. Much better.

Malcolm held her slender body with one hand and slid the other between her soft thighs, quickly finding her engorged, slick bud.

He pictured Julia’s face as her white, even teeth sank into her plush lower lip, her expression balanced on the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain as she took him uncomfortably deep and—

“Oh, Mr. Barton,” a voice moaned, snapping him out of his fantasy as brutally as the crack of a whip.

His eye flew open and settled on the real, live woman on top of him.

Malcolm ignored the phantom laughter of his long dead wife and fucked Maisie harder.

He told himself that he wasgladhe’d been brought back to reality; that he was sick of his pitiful fantasizing about a woman he could never have.

“Oh, yes,please,” Maisie begged, her tight pussy crushing his cock as he fingered an orgasm from her responsive body.

The exquisite pleasure took Malcolm out of his own mind for a moment and he reveled in pure sensation.

She’ll be married in less than a month.

The unwanted thought shattered his temporary escape into sensory pleasure.

Bloody hell! That was it, then. He just wanted this to be over.

Malcolm gritted his teeth and fucked into Maisie’s body with savage thrusts, chasing his own orgasm.

Would Julia’s dukeling give her sexual gratification? Did the man even knowhowto pleasure a woman?

“Fuck!” Malcolm shouted.

The word was like the crack of a pistol. Thankfully, it banished the infuriating vision of Julia’s fop of a fiancé touching her—not to mention frightening a squeak out of poor Maisie—and brought Malcolm to his senses.

“Ride me hard,” he ordered.

Maisie instantly complied and Malcolm leaned back in his chair to stare down to where they were joined.

The obscene sight of his thick shaft tunneling into her wet pink flesh was wildly arousing and she felt good—the woman whose face he didn’t want to look at—wet and snug and skilled as she took him, up to all the tricks when it came to maximizing his pleasure, clenching in perfect timing with his thrusts.

But it was like an itch he couldalmostscratch.

Malcolm growled and grabbed her hips, bucking up into her with vicious pumps that slammed his cock deeply into her tight body and made her whine with each punishing thrust.

And still it wasn’t enough.

Guilt and desire and desolation mingled inside him as he chased an elusive, impossible to catch pleasure.

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