“Lie back and spread your legs for me, baby. I’m just going to play around and see if you can take me.”
Claire scooted back on the bed obediently and spread her pale legs open. I looked at her glistening slit and knew I couldn’t help but to taste her. I nibbled up her thigh until she quivered, my mouth landing right on her slick sex. I tongue fucked her and could feel her silky flesh pulsate around my tongue, wanting deeper penetration. When I curled my tongue around her clit, her back arched in response. I reached up and pinched her nipples as I flicked her swollen clitoris with the flat of my tongue. When she came in my mouth, her moan was extreme. She rode my face, her thick thighs clenching my head in place.
She was glassy-eyed, dazed and confused when I mounted her. I knelt between her thighs. my cock so hard, it rose against my stomach, touching the treasure trail to my belly button.
“I want to make you come that hard, every morning, for the rest of your life.”
Claire only nodded, like it was too hard for her to form words.
“I’ll be gentle, you tell me if it hurts.”
“Malcolm, I want you all in. Don’t stop. I want to feel you inside of me.”
I had to grab my shaft and squeeze to keep from busting a nut right then and there with her words. I slowly slid my cock into her wet heat pausing for her to stretch and adjust, but Claire was undulating underneath me like she couldn’t get enough.
“Just fuck me, Malcolm. Please fuck me. Don’t hold back.”
I thrust my cock into the hilt and Claire froze. I moved my hips softly to help open her up.
“You’re so tight.”
“You’re so huge.”
“Baby, you make me wild. I’m not going to be able to control myself with you. I might say things but I want you to know that I cherish you. I don’t want anything to make you uncomfortable?”
“Oh god, yes, Malcolm. I want you. I want to hear you. I want to know what you desire because I want you so damn much I can’t even think straight.”
“Are you my little cock slut?” I grabbed her cheeks hard with one hand and held her face so she’d look at me.
“Yes, yes, Malcolm. Just for you. Just for your cock.”
“You want to ride it? You want to take a ride on my big dick?”
Claire rolled out from under me at my request and sat up straddling me. She rocked her hips up and down while her gorgeous tits bounced in my face. I captured a nipple in between my teeth and put the pressure on until she screamed. Then I sucked it into my mouth and made it all better. She rode my dick like she couldn’t get enough, like she loved having me inside her.
“Oh, Jesus, Claire, I’m gonna fucking come if you don’t slow down.”
“Malcolm, come inside me. I want to feel your come.”
That was it for me. Both mentally and physically, I blew my load so hard, I could feel vibrations in the small of my back. I pumped until every last drop of semen had left my body, and I still didn’t pull out.
Claire and I whispered and kissed, smiled as we cleaned each other up in the tub.
I’d finally come home, in more ways than one.
Chapter 8
CLAIR
Malcolm was full of surprises. From his incredible house to his tragic life story, he may have been a rough rider, but underneath it all, he had a gentle soul. That’s what made him so special. You’d never look at Malcolm and think he was a man of great intelligence who dedicated his life to helping children. I liked that he didn’t give everything away at first glance, he was my secret, and I’d keep his greatness to myself.
When I awoke the following morning, I felt like a princess in her castle. My prince, the real-life was snoring gently beside me. We’d worn each other out, exploring and memorizing one another’s bodies. I had so much more to learn and couldn’t wait to get started.
I reached for my phone, which I thought I’d placed on the night stand. It wasn’t there, so I stepped out of bed and scanned the floor. I wanted to check my texts and see if Skylar had contacted me. I was sure she was fine, but I felt anxious to check in on her.
Perhaps Malcolm was a neat freak and had slipped it in the drawer. His house was spotless and I’d assumed he had a cleaning lady, but maybe I’d come to find out that my man kept a tidy house and rolled up his own sleeves to get it done.
I pulled out the drawer on the nightstand gently so as to not make any noise, it wasn’t that I expected a bible, but what I found shocked me enough to have me gasping out loud.