Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 1(44)

But then Malcolm turned and reached out, his fingers gathering the hem of my sweater, and gently he pulled it over my head, revealing my new bra. Reaching around, he unhooked the back of the bra, and slid it down my arms, leaving me topless as he moved his hands to my waist and fiddled with the hook and zipper enclosure on my wool skirt. I realized that he had watched me dress in the plane so that he would know how to undress me.

He was good. I was glad he was good.

The wool skirt slipped to the floor, and he knelt down in front of me again, removing my boots before hooking his thumbs into my panties and sliding them down my legs, until I stood naked before him, vulnerable and trembling, needy and filled with desire. I wanted him to touch me so badly. I wanted to touch him so badly.

He stood.

"Undress me, Sadie," he commanded.#p#分页标题#e#

Yes, I thought. God, yes.

I wasn't as methodical as he was. My hands shook as I assisted him out of the soft cashmere sweater he wore, trembled as I helped him shuck the fine cotton undershirt. I reached his trousers and undid them, my fingers brushing against the growing bulge that I'd never touched directly. It excited me like nothing else ever had. I wanted him inside me, pumping and fucking, until we both couldn't stand.

I moved his trousers over his hips, taking the opportunity to finally run my hands over his ass, letting my fingers take an illicit squeeze before moving on. He wore boxers beneath his pants, and his erection was now full and hard, straining against the fabric. I swallowed, wanting to take it into my mouth, just to taste him. I wondered what he would taste like. Would his precum be sweet or salty? Would he leap and harden further in my mouth? Would he grab my hair, or let me lead him?

I untied his fine leather shoes and helped him slip his feet from them before gently peeling his socks off. He had startlingly beautiful feet, I realized. Well formed, not hairy. Warm. Well taken care of. I let my fingers wander over his toes for just a moment before assisting him out of his other shoe and sock. Then I slipped his trousers from his legs and he stepped out of them, standing before me only in his underwear, his cock beneath his boxers hard and ready for me.

I licked my lips and reached up, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and dragging them down his hips.

His cock leaped out at me, proud and tall, long and thick, and I almost moaned at the sight, imagining it inside me. He was well-groomed down there, and I found myself smiling. The dark, clean smell of his skin hit me, and I leaned forward and buried my face in the soft flesh of his testicles, inhaling deeply. He smelled good, like soap and cock. I opened my mouth and took one ball past my lips, sucking on it gently, and above me he cried out, his strong, muscled legs trembling.

I reveled in my power, nipping and licking his balls, feeling the weight of them on my tongue, but avoiding his cock, even as it strained toward me, aching for my touch. He'd kept me away from him for quite long enough, I thought, he could stand a few moments of teasing. Payback is a delicious bitch goddess from hell, and she gives great head.

His fingers wound through my hair, but he didn't try to guide me, only cradled my skull in his hands, as though he wanted to reassure himself that I was real. I smoothed my palms over his straining thighs, and then, finally, I sat up and licked the clear, gleaming jewel of precum from the head of his cock.

"Oh," he said. "Sadie." And there was such wonder in his voice that I was afraid to look up into his face. What intensity of emotion would I see there? I wondered. And was I ready to confront it? Ready to accept it?

I'm a coward. Instead, I opened my mouth wide, slid my tongue under the head of his cock, and forced myself to swallow all of him.

God, he was huge. I felt the soft head of his shaft pulsing at the back of my throat even as I fought not to gag on it. He was long, and wide, and when at last my nose came to rest against the base of his penis I was trembling with the effort of it. I could only hold it for a moment before retreating, but it was enough for Malcolm, it seemed. When I reached the base of his cock, he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair, his legs faltering, and when I drew back he did so as well, popping his thick cock out of my mouth quickly as though I had already overwhelmed him.

Reaching down, he pulled me to my feet, his dark eyes burning, and then he put his arms around me and pulled me to him, skin to skin. His flesh burned against mine, his cock pressed into my belly, wet with saliva and so close to my aching entrance that I thought I would die if he didn't push his way inside me right now. I slid my hands over his hot body, feeling the quiver of his muscles and the sweet, tight tension inside him.

This was going to happen. Like, really going to happen.

His lips found my ear. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered gruffly. “Let me come in you. Nod if you consent.”