“Oh God . . . not . . . again!” I cried out as Malcolm grunted and called out my name. His hips pumped hard while he held me in place, pulling more from me. The knowledge he was the only man to ever fill me with his cum and give me not only one but two orgasms while having sex, had my heart quickening.
Malcolm’s arms wrapped around my body as we came to a stop. Our breathing rough as we attempted to get it under control.
“That was the hottest moment of my entire life,” I spoke into his neck.
With a rumbled laugh, he pushed me back as he gazed into my eyes. My body was spent and if I hadn’t known any better, I’d have thought I had just finished a marathon. When his hand came up and cupped the side of my face, I leaned into it.
“Please don’t ever leave me. You’ve changed my entire world.”
The sadness in his eyes brought tears to my own. I heard the hurt in his voice and I wanted to know why it was there.
“Why do you think I’d leave you?” I asked as I ran my finger down his tattooed arm.
He shook his head. “My leg hurts like a bitch.”
I jumped up and looked down. My heart stopped as I watched his cum travel down my body.
Oh my God. I had sex with no condom. I just fucked a man on a workout bench in his workout room with his family in the house!
My emotions were so mixed. I loved that he came inside me, yet it felt like I had given him a sacred piece of me and that scared the hell out of me. The last man I gave my heart to broke it into a million pieces.
The small knock on the door had both of us freezing. “Mr. Wallace, it’s Jane. Would you like me to clean in there?”
My eyes widened as my hands covered my mouth. Dropping my hands, I reached for my coat. Malcolm quickly put his shorts on, grabbed his cane and walked over to me with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen.
“What if she heard us?” I whispered.
When he pushed his fingers i
nside of me I gasped as he moaned before answering. “No, it’s okay. It doesn’t need to be cleaned in here, Jane.”
My heartbeat was pounding in my ears so loudly I could hardly hear my own breathing.
Malcolm continued to use his fingers to make me complete mess. “Okay, have a good day, Mr. Wallace.”
Malcolm grinned as I grabbed onto his arms and shook my head. What was wrong with me? My mind was all over the place. Someone was on the other side of the door and Malcolm was fingering me, clearly turned on again. “You too.”
My hand grabbed his arm to stop him. “I . . . I can’t think. Wait.”
His lips moved slowly and softly over my neck while his other hand cupped my breast as his finger moved over the fabric teasing my nipple. “Malcolm,” I panted out as he continued to drive me crazy everywhere he touched.
“You’re so wet, baby.”
The feeling in my body was unlike anything I could explain. I was on fire everywhere. “That would be your cum.”
I’m going to Hell. Good lord, Elizabeth would be appalled at my behavior.
“Mmm . . . mixed with yours.”
Dropping my head back, I gave in to the desire and pumped my hips, I needed more. I wanted more. God help me I wanted to come again.
Malcolm snickered as he finger fucked me faster. “You’re greedy for orgasms, Paislie.”
So close. God, I was so close.
“Uncle Malcolm!”
Her voice pulled me out of the spell I was under. I pushed Malcolm away as I took a step back. My chest heaving as I fought to drag in air.