Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(50)

She moaned as she let herself sink down a little more.

Son-of-a-bitch. I’d never been inside a girl with no rubber on. Paislie was no ordinary girl. She had my heart clearly thinking for my brain.

Another inch and we both moaned. “You’re so big,” she panted as she sunk all the way down letting out a gasp when I filled her completely.

Warmth radiated throughout my body as I wrapped my arms around her. I’d never be the same after this.

“Oh my God,” she spoke as her fingers laced through my hair. My cock twitched inside her body, begging her to move, yet relishing in the absolute blissful moment.

“Fucking hell, you feel so good,” I said as held her close to my body. “Fuck me, Paislie. I’m yours.”

Her body trembled as she placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I loved her eyes. They said a million things at once, yet said nothing at all. She confused me, thrilled me, and had me longing for more.

Then she moved, slowly at first as my hand went to her hair and pulled it, forcing her to bend her head back.

“Fuuuck,” I panted out. “I’ve never . . . felt anything . . . so f*cking amazing.”

“Malcolm,” was all she said as she picked up speed. It was true, I’d never in my life experienced anything like this before. My head was spinning and my heart was racing. For the first time in a long time, I felt something. I desired something more than sex. For the first time in a long time . . . the guilt about Casey was gone and I was allowing myself to feel.

Paislie brought it out. My sweet beautiful Paislie.





OH. DEAR. GOD.

It felt so wrong. Yet it felt so incredibly right. The feeling of Malcolm moving inside of me, with nothing between us was amazing. The fact that I didn’t feel the need to have the barrier . . . even more amazing.

I’d finally let my heart open up and it felt fantastic. And it scared the hell out of me. I had just given my whole self to him in hopes he wouldn’t ruin me.

“Fuck me! Fuck me faster, baby.”

His dirty talk had me all kinds of worked up. I could practically feel the wetness running down my legs. “Mal . . . Malcolm!” I cried out as I moved faster, feeling my orgasm build. My body heated from head to toe. My skin was on fire everywhere he touched.

My stomach fluttered as he whispered against my lips, “You’re so beautiful. I need to come inside you, baby.”

That was it.

That was all I needed to unleash the most intense orgasm of my life. My legs shook and I wasn’t sure if it was from fatigue or the orgasm. My body clenched down on Malcolm’s dick as I rode it out. I was finally coming down from my high when I felt him grow bigger. The feeling was heavenly. I’d never experienced this feeling of having a man in me with no condom. It was as if I could feel everything ten times better.

“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 f*cked 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 inside 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.”