Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

"Yeah, baby?"

Fuck. The way he says baby…

He brushes his lips against my neck.

He rubs my nipples with his thumbs.

His voice is deep and commanding. "You want your hands around my cock?"

"Yes."

"You want your lips around me?"

"Yes."

"Or you want me filling that pretty pink cunt?"

"I want everything."

"Tell me where you want my cock, baby."

"Mal… Please. Fuck me."

"Unzip my jeans."

Hell yes. I shift so I can reach his jeans. My hands are shaking, but still, I manage to undo the button and the zipper.

He groans as I rub him over his boxers.

It's less fabric, but it's still far too much.

He pulls a condom from his back pocket, lifts his hips, and pushes his jeans to his knees.

Then the boxers.

That's Mal.

Hard.

And huge.

I wrap my hands around his cock. God, that feels good.

Hard flesh.

Soft skin.

That's him in my hands.

His desire.

I rub his tip with my thumb.

I pump him with a steady stroke.

I need him in my hands. In my mouth. In my sex.

I'm cock hungry.