Page 180 of Just Wait

The couch makes it difficult, but I loop my feet around his shoulders. Hopefully my heels digging into his back won’t be too uncomfortable, but he’s the one who failed to pull me out of them.

“I’ve been dying to do this,” he growls, flicking his tongue over my swollen nub.

My hand falls to his hair as my top half arches off the couch. “Jesus, Mal.”

I’m not sure if I should be annoyed or grateful at how skilled he is.

It’s definitely both.

His hand flattens on my pelvis, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

Some men eat pussy because they feel obligated to.

Others don’t bother.

Mal is so enthusiastic, there’s no way he’s not enjoying himself.

A few seconds pass, and he yanks the other arm from under my thigh, teasing two fingers just barely inside me.

I groan. “Don’t tease me.”

I swear I can feel the curve of his smile against my sex.

“Just enjoy the ride,” Mal says. “I’m already jacked up. I need to make sure I can get you there before I do.” He dives back down, swirling his tongue like he wants to drive me insane.

It doesn’t take long until he’s slamming his fingers against my G-spot with no remorse while applying pressure to my lower stomach with his giant palm. I have no idea why that feels so incredible, but it makes my legs shake.

“More,” I groan, nodding frantically.

“Oh, baby doll.” He chuckles darkly. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He crooks his fingers, stretching them on the way out. “I wanna hear you scream for me.”

My inner walls quiver, and I writhe around the couch, begging for more.

It’s intense, and I’m so close.

Malcolm yanks his hand free of my core, and his tongue disappears too. He moves until he’s kneeling between my thighs, and my legs fall to the couch as he shoves his jeans down.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about this exact moment.” His chest heaves, and he looks a little dangerous with his hair falling around his face. He lubes his shaft with his hand that was just buried inside me. “I’m trying so hard to stay clear, but your scent is doing my fucking head in.”

Yeah…

Seeing his cock glisten with my pussy is frying my brain too.

His hand hits the couch cushion next to my head, and his crown bumps my lower lips as he stretches out over me. “Just a reminder. The whole fucking without a condom thing is new to me. If I come crazy fast, I’ll make it up to you.”

“I don’t have to come every time to enjoy myself—” I cut off when his mouth falls to mine.

Honestly, it would probably feel like a compliment if he came super fast.

I have no doubt he wouldn’t stop until he made me come too, but sometimes I like being used. It’s kinda hot to walk around hyper-aroused. Only when I know I’m going to get fucked again soon, but I’m down for a little torture in the form of edging. I enjoy the anticipation and slight discomfort.

Something tells me that would be more Kincaid’s domain.

“Don’t let me hurt you. I’m feeling fully feral, and…” He shakes his head. “I want this to be good for you too. Just smack the hell out of me if I get too rough.”

Malcolm’s bare skin presses against my front, and I wish I would have pulled my shirt and bra down, but he slams inside me, and all complaints disappear.

I moan, my mouth falling open as my eyes clench shut.