Closing the distance between us, Malcolm lays his hands on my hips and then offers me a smile that makes my insides clench. Moving his hands down, he then slides them underneath my dress. I lean into him as he brings his hands up to the front of my panties, caressing my pussy lips over the fabric and playing with them while he whispers in my ear.

“I want you,” he says, and those words make me melt into him even more. I go up on my tip toes and close my eyes while Malcolm flicks my panties to the side and slides one finger inside my pussy. He does it fast, curling it up and driving it straight against my G-spot.

He teases me then, softly brushing one fingertip against my clit, and I let out one heavy sigh. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me gently, stroking my clit with his thumb, and my brain starts being overwhelmed by an avalanche of sensations. He keeps on doing it untl I’m wet and ready, and then, taking his fingers out of my pussy, he slowly brings them around my neck to my mouth.

I look at his fingers, my heart tightening up as I see them glistening from my own juices, and that’s when he presses them down on my lips, rubbing them across the crevice between them.

“Mmmmm,” I purr, tasting my own musky flavor in his fingers.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” He asks me, rubbing my juices over my lips and sliding two fingers into my mouth. I suck on them eagerly, running my tongue between them and licking my juices, and smile at him. He smiles back at me, and then pushes the straps of my dress down my arms, the front of it drooping over my breasts. Almost growling, he then grabs the fabric and tugs on it. He bunches the dress up around my waist, and then he just keeps pushing on it frantically, sending it down my legs.

I step out of my dress, and he gives me no time for anything else – he presses his body against mine and takes his hands to my back, working on the clasp of my bra and then yanking it off me, baring my breasts.

“Much better,” he whispers, his voice laden with desire. Moving slowly, he lowers himself until he is on his knees in front of me. Hooking his fingers on my panties, he then pulls them down my legs, taking his time as he slides the drenched fabric down my skin, undressing me completely.

“Fucking lovely,” he whispers, his gaze focused on my pussy, and he cups both of my ass cheeks in each of his hands, digging his fingers into my flesh. I bite on my lower lip as I feel his seductive touch, and then I reach for him, resting both hands on the top of his head.

I run my hands through his hair as he leans in, and a shiver goes up my spine when I feel his teeth on my inner lips. He places his arm across the small of my back as he licks up and down the length of my pussy, smacking his lips as he goes, and I see bright colors dancing behind my shut eyelids.

Malcolm wants me to know just how fucking delicious he finds my pussy, and I can’t help but love him for it. He puckers his lips over my pussy and starts to suck on it, eating me out with a fury – we might be skipping dinner, but he sure as hell seems to be sating his hunger right now.

The deeper he plunges his tongue the harder my nipples get, and lust slowly starts taking over my mind. I feel his fingers rubbing my clit as he moves his tongue in and out of my pussy, and I let sigh after sigh tumble out from between my lips. Taking one hand out of his hair, I grip the edge of the table and bite my lower lip. God, I just love how he takes command of my body to get what he wants.

“Fuck dinner, this is much better,” he says as he comes up for air, but then he’s on me again, devouring me relentlessly. Taking his lips to my clit and wrapping them around it, he then places two fingers against my drenched folds and parts them carefully; opening up my pussy, he then acts fast and slides his index finger in again, curling it upward and pressing it tightly against my G-spot.

I feel electricity spreading inside of me as he does it, a moan bubbling up to my lips. Sliding one more finger in, he starts fingering me hard, still working on my clit with his tongue and lips. Gripping the edge of the table even harder now, I start taking deep breaths as both my mind and body prepare for the incoming avalanche of pleasure.

I feel it building up inside of me, flames of ecstasy lapping at the inside of my pussy and threatening to burn my mind into the ground at the same time.

“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, and then I feel a shiver going up my spine. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids and every single muscle in my body starts to twitch, a vicious orgasm pulling at the strings of my body and turning it into its puppet.

“Ooooh,” I moan, the words coming out of my mouth sounding honeyed and tender. I run my fingers through his hair, my lungs working hard to get the air in, and Malcolm pulls back from me, his mouth glistening from my juices.

“I could do that forever,” he whispers and, looking into his eyes, I see that he means it. He enjoys going down on me as much as I enjoy having him do it. Now that’s my kind of man.

“Take off your clothes,” I tell him in a hoarse voice, completely ignoring what he just said. He cocks one eyebrow, looking at me with a cocky smile, and then gets to work – he gets up and takes off his jacket, throwing it over one chair, and then starts unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as he pops button after button.

When he reveals his naked chest, letting the shirt slide down his arms, I almost jump at him so that I can lick his abs. But no, I remain in control and allow him to open his pants and kick off his shoes. Before I know it, he’s standing in front of me, wearing only his boxer briefs, and I just can’t restrain myself any longer.

I take one step forward and, grabbing at the fabric of his boxers, I tug them down as hard as I can. His cock jumps up to greet me, and I have to take another deep breath to clear my head.

“Down,” I say, placing both my hands on his shoulders and forcing him down to his knees. I push on him, forcing him to lay down on the floor, and he does it without a moment’s hesitation.

I place my feet on either side of his waist and then lower myself, squatting over his lap. I place my knees on the floor and, grabbing his cock, I start lowering my mouth over it. But then… I just stop.

What am I doing? Why do I still insist on teasing him? Why am I torturing myself like this, denying my body the thing it craves so much?

“I want to do it,” I breathe out all of a sudden, looking up into his with a serious expression. There’s no teasing or wickedness in my voice – I mean business right now and, by God, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

“Do… what?” He asks me, propping himself up on his elbow and cupping my face with one of his big hands.

“I want to do it,” I repeat, and his eyes widen slowly as he realizes what I’m really saying. “I want your cock, I want to feel it inside of me… And I want it right now.”

“Are you sure?” He asks me, but there’s a wide smile on his lips now, one that makes his whole face light up.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything,” I reply, tightening my grip on his cock. I angle it upward so that its tip is pointing straight at my pussy, and Malcolm grabs me by the ass.

Looking into my eyes with a look of pure hunger, he thrusts.

My pussy lips wrap themselves around his cock as if that were their purpose in life, and I let all of his twelve inches slide inside of me. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, and let a delighted moan slip out of my mouth.

Oh, God, I should have done this a long time ago.

I waste no time - I start bouncing up and down on his cock as Malcolm's strong arms grip my back, keeping me upright. My aching breasts bounce as we move across the floor, and I let moan after moan explode on my lips.

I ride him as hard as I can, swaying my hips and rocking my body as I feel his hard cock throb against my inner walls. I feel dizzy, and I feel lightheaded – and I’m enjoying every single second.

God, if I knew sex with Malcolm could be this good, I would have surrendered to him a long time ago. Even though I did what I needed to do at the time, teasing him mercilessly, I don’t know if I would have been able to do it if I knew how good he could handle me.

“Fuck, you’re so thick,” I groan, digging my fingernails into his chest as I feel his mast stretching my pussy to the point of ruin. But I don’t care if he ruins it – if that happens, it would have been for a good cause.

“You’re the one who’s tight,” he replies in a single breath, thrusting upward and impaling me on his cock so hard that I come almost immediately.

My brain feels as if it has just exploded, and my body feels as if it’s on fire. Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching, and flames of pleasure encircle my spine, burning it viciously. Malcolm knows how to give perfect orgasms when he uses his mouth and fingers, but this… Oh, this is something else entirely.

Oh, God, I can’t even think straight right now.

But there’s still one thought inside my head that I can comprehend perfectly – I want more. Oh, I want so much more.

Rolling to the side, my muscles still twitching slightly, I go up to my feet and walk toward the wall of his living room with wobbly legs. There, I place my hands against the wall and wiggle my ass from side to side, summoning him.

Sitting up on the floor, he watches me do it and then a devilish grin takes over his lips. He stands up in a rush and closes the distance between us, his hands finding the way to my hips in a fraction of a second.

Then, I feel one of his hands leaving my body and I grit my teeth as I prepare for what’s to happen. When his hand touches my body again, it lands straight on my ass with a devastating force, hard enough to leave a red mark.

“Oh, that’s…” I moan, trailing off as my brain threatens to shut down. He smacks my ass again, taking his hand to my ass almost too brutishly, and then he turns me around fast; he pins me to the wall with my hands above my head, his big fingers gripping my wrists.

Leaving only one hand on my wrists, he takes the other one to my ass and forces me to lift one leg up. The moment I do it, he presses his body against mine, the tip of his cock brushing against my pussy lips.

“This is perfect,” he whispers softly, and he thrusts.

His cock slides inside of me easily, and he goes deep as he strokes up and down. God, I just can’t help but moan hard. Leaning in, he then kisses me like no one has ever kissed me before, his mouth covering mine so perfectly I almost cry of joy.

Picking up his pace, he starts fucking me harder, making me feel that huge head of his cock deep in my stomach. With every thrust I feel his manhood grow, and I start to bite his neck and suck on it while I scratch his back, my fingernails running over his shoulder blades.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I whisper into his ear, aching to feel used and abused by him. I just love to say it – I’ve been dying to say something like that for so long, and now that I can do it… Ah, it feels amazing.

Obliging, Malcolm thrusts his cock as deep as he can, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as a storm of pleasure takes over my mind. This time I don’t even moan – I scream, doing it so hard that my throats feels on fire, my lungs working to their exhaustion.

God, how many times have I already came? I’ve already lost track! Sex with Malcolm is the most perfect kind of marathon, that much is for sure.

“Need to cool off?” He laughs as he slides his cock out of me, his thickness leaving my pussy lips with a wet sound. Without waiting for my reply, he turns on his heels and walks back toward a side table where a bucket of ice sits, a bottle of champagne propped up on the middle.

Plunging his hand there, he comes back with a piece of ice.

“What --?” I start, but he just presses the ice right between my tits and then slides it down, the cold feeling amazing on my burning skin. “Oh,” I sigh with a smile as I feel the ice going over my stomach; Malcolm continues moving it down in a straight line, only stopping when he has the ice brushing over my pussy lips.

“Better?” He chuckles. I open my mouth to reply, but I don’t find the words – my brain is just too busy right now, trying to process all the mixed signals my pussy is sending it.

“Better,” I manage to reply, even though I’m only repeating his question.

Oh, this is so much better than what was on the menu. I love being the appetizer, entree’ and dessert. And just like a fine meal, I know that Malcolm will take his time savoring every bite. Which is exactly what I want.

“I want more of that pussy, Athena,” he whispers, grabbing me by the hand and leading me across the dining room. “Now that I’ve had a taste… Fuck, I’m addicted to it,” he continues, guiding me back to the table. I turn around to face him, and he grabs me by the hips and forces me up, making me sit up on the table; I place my hands on the surface, and I bump against the bottle of wine as I do it. It tumbles down from the table, the wine spilling onto the floor, but Malcolm just ignores it.

In fact, more than ignore it, he makes an effort to do even worse. He pushes me back across the table and then, using one arm, he sweeps everything on top of it to the floor. Plates and glasses all fall down, creating a mess his maid won’t enjoy tomorrow, but I got to say – it kind of adds to the moment. I just love seeing the fury of his desire, the way he doesn’t care about anything else right now aside from my body.

Resting his hands over my knees, he spreads my legs wide and then stands between them, the tip of his cock already glistening from the pre-cum. Closing the distance between us, he grabs one of my breasts and, using his free hand, he pushes his cock down until its tip is pressed against my pussy.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he says with a grin, and then he finally thrusts. I throw my head back as I feel his thickness parting my drenched folds and straining against my inner walls on the way in. A scream bubbles up on my lips, and I let it explode in the room, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and back to me. With my fingers digging into his ass cheeks, I urge him to start thrusting, and that’s exactly what he does: he starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me at a growing pace.

When his rhythm becomes so fast I can barely think, I let go of his ass and lean back on top of the table, supporting myself with my elbows. His hands go straight to my tits, and he squeezes them harshly as he fucks me, his long fingers going over the curve of my breasts and pressing down on my aching nipples.

“Faster… Faster…” I whimper, even though he’s already going fast. Even so, he somehow manages to go even faster than before, his cock going in and out of me so fast I can’t even tell when it’s coming or going. Not that it matters anyway - what matters is that we’re fucking. Finally - I can’t tell you how much I wanted this to happen.

I know, I know – it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But what can I do? After everything that happened between the two of us, after really getting to know him… I just can’t help myself. And, just between you and me, more than craving his cock, I think that… I think that I’m falling for him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Malcolm says, more to himself than to me. I just don’t know if I’ll remain this tight after he’s done with me… Because, hell, I’ve never been with someone that had a cock as massive as the one ravaging me right now. But, just like I told you before… if that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to pay the price.

“Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to tell him. But the words die in my throat as another violent scream takes their place. As if my blood was turning into concrete, my muscles tense up all at once and an explosion goes off inside my head. Tiny incessant spasms take over my body and I start to tremble and convulse, my head thrown back in ecstasy as I come. “Fuck, fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my soul burning up. I don’t think I have ever felt this much pleasure in my life. I don’t know if it’s because of his big cock, or because he knows what he’s doing… But, hell, Malcolm sure is a gift from the heavens.

I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been in my entire life but, somehow, I just can’t stop myself from wanting more. He told me that my pussy was an addiction, and I know exactly what he meant by that – after all, I’m addicted to his cock right now.

And so, even though my body might be shutting down, my mind will push through. So I do what I have to - I roll on the table, going on all fours as I feel his eyes going straight to my ass. Even though I can’t see him, I know he’s taking his time with the sight of my naked body, and I can almost feel his gaze crawling up the curve of my ass.

Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me back so that my knees are on the edge of the table; standing up, he positions himself behind me, running two fingers over the length of my pussy before pressing his body against mine. I feel the outline of his abs with my ass, but I don’t have the time to focus on them - in just another second he has his cock between my thighs, my pussy lips parting as he pushes it in. I arch my back as he slowly eases himself in, that sweet thickness of his straining against my insides.

“Fuck me, Malcolm…” I beg. “As hard as you can.” I can’t even believe I’m saying this. I can barely hold the position I’m in, let alone survive the fucking I begged for. But, oh, well… If I can’t survive it, at least that’ll be a nice way to go.

I can’t even believe I’m doing this right now, surrendering to the one man I should be guarded against. But here I am, and it’s been an amazing ride. I mean, who would have thought that I’d do all the crazy things I’ve done with him? Never once in my life did I believe I’d ever be fucked like this. For God’s sake - with him, to come three times is just foreplay! This is what fantasies are made of.

All these thoughts vanish as the sound of Malcolm’s thighs slapping my ass cheeks start to fill the room. My head’s down, my hair hanging over my face, but I still smile - I’ve come to relish that sinful sound, something wicked and pleasurable to it. Perhaps I like it so much because it translates as me being fucked hard by a perfect man.

He has one hand on my ass, his other one holding my left breast as he pinches my nipple. I moan subduedly, my throat too spent to do anything that demands more of an effort. Still, even though all my muscles are cramping, I start to rock my body against his, impaling myself on his cock. As I do it, he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand - this time just once, but hard enough that I know there’s going to be a mark there for the next few hours. And that’s just fine - I love to be marked by him like this.

My arms feeling weak, I go down, supporting myself only with my forearms. Feeling me go limp, he laces my waist, one arm of his holding my ass up as he keeps on ravaging me. God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired in my entire life… This tired and happy, I mean.

Malcolm’s thrusts don’t take long to do their job - a fire rises inside of me, driving away all exhaustion, and I start pushing my ass back against him once more. My whole body tenses up, every fiber in me becoming as solid as concrete, and I brace for impact. And, this time, it seems that I won’t be the only one burning up: Malcolm’s cock is already twitching hard inside of me, kicking against my inner walls as I feel his fingers digging deep into my flesh.

We don’t say a word.

We let our bodies do the talking and we just surrender, the high tide of pleasure sweeping us both. I fight back against the pain in my throat and give birth to one final scream, the sound of it so shrill I feel my eardrums recoiling. As my voice quivers, I feel my insides becoming warmer, his cock shooting a river of cum inside of me. We remain still and locked in place, our bodies in communion as we both climax.

He fills me up to the brim, his cum dripping down my legs and staining the table under me. And still he keeps cumming - Malcolm truly is a God among men. Ripped as a model, hung as God… It’s only fitting that when he cums he has gallons of it to shoot. Not that I’m complaining, far from it. In fact, I absolutely love it: to see him cum like that and knowing that I’m the one responsible for it… Well, do I need to say anything else? His pleasure is my pleasure.  

I don’t move until he’s done, his cock finally stopping all movement. By then the surface of the table under me has become a wet mess, strands of cum going down my legs and pooling around my knees.

The moment he slides his cock out I simply collapse on top of the table, laying on my stomach. Swear to God, the moment I feel the cold wooden tabletop under my belly, I drift off almost immediately. My eyelids droop and it’s as if I’m unconscious, even though my body’s still registering everything around me.

I feel Malcolm’s fingers tracing the outline of my ass and, placing both his hands between my thighs, he makes me spread my legs. Even though I’m barely conscious I can’t help but sigh heavily as I feel his face between my thighs, his mouth once again on my pussy lips, licking them dry. His tongue goes up and down my folds in such a gentle way that the corner of my lips curl into a tenuous smile, almost as if I were in a dream - the kind of dream from which you don’t want to wake up.

He keeps going until there isn’t anything left to lick, going as far as licking the strands of cum that slid down my legs. Finally done, he makes me sit up on the table and then picks me up.

Carrying me in his arms, he takes me across the dining room and climbs upstairs. He opens the door to one of the room and steps inside, walking toward a large bed. He lays me down there, the mattress shifting under our weight, and then he lays next to me. I roll to the side, snuggling against him with one arm across his chest. It’s time to stop fighting the urge to slip into unconsciousness - and that’s exactly what I do. With my eyes closed, I take one deep breath and I’m out.

I dive head first into the void, a dreamless sleep engulfing me. But, before I drown in it, I still have the time to feel my heart fluttering inside my chest, a pleasant warmness crawling toward my mind. God, I couldn’t be happier right now. Whatever happens, nobody will be able to steal this moment from me: our naked and exhausted bodies pressed together, both me and Malcolm drifting off.

I’ve never been what you’d call a romantic… But, damn, this feels right.