He grinned at her. “You're right. We're both disasters.”
“Now, hold on. I didn't say I was a disaster. I said...”
“I know a disaster when I see one, and a woman like you not having men at her beck and call for five years is what I call a disaster.”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“Well, for a start, I'm glad I could break your drought by kissing you. It's an honor and a privilege to serve.” He closed his eyes, raised his glass, and bowed with his hand on his heart.
Abbie laughed. “Stop it. The next thing you'll be telling me is that you would be honored to break my drought by doing it with me, too.”
His eyes snapped open in a hurry, but he didn't smile or joke. “I don't even want to know how long it's been since you did it with anybody.”
“If you don't want to know, I won't tell you.”
He waved his hand. “Okay. Go ahead and tell me.”
“Nine years.”
He winced in pain and clamped his eyes shut. “Now that is a tragedy. You can take it as a big joke, but I would be honored to break that drought. I understand why you wouldn't want to do it with me, though. I understand, and I agree with you. I just wish there was some way to make you happy.”
“I am happy. I'm very happy. I don't miss it....not really.”
He took another sip. “Hmm. Well, there must be some way to rectify the situation. Maybe I could hire someone in for you.”
Abbie screamed out loud. “Hire someone in! Are you out of your mind?”
“I must be if I'm talking to you about this. I made a mistake by kissing you just now, but this conversation is definitely unprofessional—a most inappropriate conversation between employer and employee.”
“Having a glass of wine doesn't really qualify as appropriate, either. Where's Trina, anyway? If she overheard us, that would be the end of my authority around here.”
“She's in her room and she won't come out. When she goes in her room in the evening and shuts the door, she doesn't come out again.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Very sure.”
“Then, by all means, carry on with what you were saying. You want to hire someone in to take care of my bodily needs, and....”
“I would be neglecting my duty as your employer if I let this state of affairs continue. I could get reported to the Labor Board.”
“Who did you have in mind?”
“I don't know. Some young stud ought to do the trick. Someone with a lot of tattoos and piercings and whips and chains.”
Abbie guffawed with laughter. “That sounds more like your speed, doesn't it?”
He fixed a piercing gaze on her. “What about you? Do you like it rough?”
She waved her hand, but she couldn't stop her cheeks burning. “Do you know something? It's been so long I can't really remember. Isn't that pathetic?”
He tossed back his head and drained his glass. “There's only one thing to do.” He marched around the counter and stopped in front of her. “I'll have to do it myself.”
Abbie froze. She stared up at him in stunned surprise. “What?”
He took the wine glass out of her hands. She wasn't drinking it anyway. He moved close enough to touch his thighs to her knees. He leaned close, and his wine-scented breath blew in her face. “You're dying for it, aren't you, Abbie? I could tell when I kissed you downstairs. You're on fire. You need it, and so do I. Come on, Abbie. Let me give you what you need.”
She gazed up at him. Her breath caught on her lips. “What are you talking about, Malcolm? We're just joking around here. You know we can't do it. That would be...”
He didn't give her a chance to finish. He swept his arms around her and lifted her off the stool. His mouth devoured her lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and his body tensed all down her front to tingle her skin.
His breath burst into her mouth. “Don't talk about how we can't. I want you, and you want me.”
He spun her around to set her feet on the floor. He rested his butt against the stool and put her down between his knees. One big hand slid up her back to her neck. The other slid down to her ass. He squeezed one round cheek while he probed her mouth with his tongue.
Abbie swooned in his embrace. Her whole mind screamed, We can't! but the rest of her didn't listen. She did want it. That was the problem. She wanted it bad. He drove her mad with those wicked kisses. His rock-hard bulk overpowered her with dominating magnetic attraction. She went without this delirious delight for so long, he burst the dam and sent it cascading over her. She couldn't resist his hands all over her.
His fist manhandling her ass massaged the juices from her slit. Hot blood rushed to her crotch, and her leaves puffed open to drip into her panties. She ached all over for anything he would do to her. How could she survive all these years without this?
His hands appeared everywhere, all over her at once. Now they traveled up her back to cradle her neck. Now they glided around her ribs to tickle her belly. Now they swept up her chest to mangle her breasts to distraction. Now they pried her butt cheeks apart to torture her raw tissues to a sweet inferno.
Abbie moaned out loud into his ravaging mouth. Her flesh raved for his every touch. His heat scorched her to a cinder, but she craved it more than ever. She stared into his burning eyes. Maniac animal lust smoldered there. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He would never give up until he got her. He had her, and now he would follow his monster craving to its limit.
He heaved her closer between his legs until her twitching mound touched his crotch stretched tight inside his pants. Abbie quailed before that throbbing beast. She knew full well what demon lay imprisoned behind his zipper. One flick of his hand would unleash it on her in all its fury.
He wouldn’t let her cringe from it. He dragged her right and left to scrape that fiery spike across her aching cunt. He raked her most sensitive territory with his wicked tool, and the thing leapt up to maul her. His fists tightened around her clothes, her ass, her tits—anything they could get hold of.
She rocked on her heels. She couldn’t hold herself up, and when he steadied her, he pulled her in tighter so her sweet cleft crushed against that hardened iron rock. A ragged cry broke between their mouths, “Oh, God!”
He snarled up into her face. “Oh, yeah, baby. Yeah, that’s so good. Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how much you make me want you? I don’t know how I ever lived without you before, but I’m gonna do you like you’ve never been done before. Don’t think you can get away from me.”
She whimpered in vain. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, but she couldn’t push him away. Those granite muscles cut through his shirt. She sensed the molten rabid lava of his craven need through the blood seething in his veins. He was a colossus. He was a beast. He was an animal in heat for his prey. His teeth closed around her flesh, and he consumed her in two gobbling bites.
In a flash, he spun her around. His lips left a trail of wet slicked across her cheek, but that only fired her desire hotter than ever. He faced her away from him and leaned her back between his spread legs. His hands attacked her with renewed vigor, and he dug his evil knob between her butt cheeks to nag her curvaceous ass.
One hand grabbed her pendulous breast all ready for his attentions. He fondled it through her blouse until the nipple puckered up through her bra to meet his fingers. He tortured her nipple until she mewed in mournful delight.
His other hand slipped up her thigh to discover the soaking crease between her legs. He ground her tight pants seams into her sodden lips. Fresh spurts of delicious juice squirted out to stick her panties to her lips. She couldn’t bear the aching agony any longer. She bore down on that hand and mashed her engorged pussy into his hand.
He planted his lips against her ear and growled into her fevered brain. “So good, baby. That’s so hot and sweet. Is your pussy wet? Does that make you hot? Huh? Do you want that? Oh, yeah, baby, you want it. You want it so hard,
don’t you?” And he gave her ass a hard jab with his prick.
Oh, dear God, how she wanted it! She couldn’t say the words out loud. She couldn’t let him reduce her to a slobbering animal like this. She couldn't fall under his spell and submit to those masterful hands.
Those hands dismantled her defenses one by one. They yanked her shirt from her waistband and laid one warm palm along her shivering belly. They glided up her stomach to her bra and found their way inside. Her breasts heaved into his grasp, just like every other part of her. Her very cells ached for his touch.
His other hand burrowed under her waist band to sink into a soggy marsh of fluffy damp tissues and curly hair. One thick finger trailed down her precious slit to the nexus of wetness between her legs. He caught her clitoris in his excruciating journey into her vacuous hole, and she groaned in desperate longing. She couldn't fight it. She pressed her ass against his chiseled manhood and heard the breath catch in his throat.
His finger delved deeper into her soul's dark recesses. He stirred her blessed concoction to shimmering heights and hauled her back against his pelvis. His pulse beat through his distended veins.
He left off stirring her pussy juices to focus on her clit. He slathered her nectar over it until no friction bothered her dizzy exhilaration. He circled it in tight, quick dashes. Every movement extracted a squeak of excitement from her parched throat.
He pinched her nipple between two fingers, and the charge shooting down her body to her cunt sent her rocketing over the precipice into climax. She bucked against his hand and threw her head back against his growling mouth. She sobbed and moaned, even as she rode his hand harder. Her saturated pussy filled his hand with its perfumed elixir.
The moment she finished, he spun her around and planted his cruel mouth on hers. He drank the satisfied sighs before she could give them voice, but his prick dug in tighter against her crotch. He wasn't finished with her. Not by a mile.
He pulled his hand out of her pants and stuck his fingers in his mouth. His eyes blazed, and he locked his ferocious gaze on her face while he sucked the juice off his hand. He murmured under his breath. “Mmm-mmm.”
She teetered on unsteady legs, but before she could fall, he caught her in both stout arms to kiss her again. She tasted strawberry delight on his lips, and her head swam more than ever. In an instant, he leapt off the bar stool. Abbie reeled once, and he caught her around the back. He knocked her off her feet and scooped her up in his arms. One bulging bicep hooked under her knees. The other arm strapped around her back.
She cried out in surprise, but the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave her wiped out all thought of resistance. His delicious kiss filled her whole world with nothing but him. She relaxed into his arms and let him move her where he wanted her. He caught her up, off her feet, and carried her out of the room.
She didn't see where they were going until he started climbing the stairs. The lights faded behind them, and carpet muffled his footfalls. She opened her eyes just enough to see him staring at her while he kissed her. The upstairs hall passed her peripheral vision. A door opened, and he shut it with his foot.
Chapter 5
All of a sudden, Malcolm tore his mouth away with a pop. He tossed Abbie out of his arms. She shrieked, but before she could recover, she landed on her back on a big, soft bed. A dark brown satin duvet cushioned her fall, and a bunch of beige and brown throw pillows bounced around her.
She got her hands under her to push herself up. She was in a luxurious bedroom. A king-sized bed occupied one side. Hewn wooden dressers and end tables gave the room a decidedly male atmosphere, and two lamps glowed on either side of the massive wooden headboard.
Far away, set against the tall windows, a large sunken bathtub, wet-floor shower, and glass-block toilet stall completed the suite. Blocking Abbie's view of it all stood Malcolm, towering, volcanic, massive. His powerful shoulders swelled around his muscular arms. His face glowered in tumultuous fury. He loomed large and foreboding over the bed, and his hands flexed in rhythmic tension.
Abbie took in the scene with one glance, but she couldn't escape that mountain of a man standing over her. His chest rippled under his shirt with chiseled muscle. He snatched it out of his waistband and stripped it off in a flash. The shirt landed on the floor, and he menaced her in all his animal might.
He tore off his belt next and tossed it away. Abbie gasped for breath. Her mouth sagged open, and the blood rushed to her cheeks. What was he going to do to her? She didn't have to ask. She was lying on her back on his bed. Her pussy oozed with the honey he milked from her twitching font. Her breasts lay exposed under her shirt where he left them outside her bra.
She understood even before he leaned over the bed to growl into her face. “You're mine.”
His hand descended over her. She couldn't resist. She was already his. He caught her around the waistband and heaved her toward him. Her ass scooted along the bed and her hands came uprooted under her. She fell on her back, and her arms tumbled sideways. Her breasts jostled upward and came to rest.
Before she could pant another breath, he set to work on her pants with expert fingers. He unfastened the button and unzipped the zipper. He peeled back the sides to bare her soft belly to his ravaging mouth. His face sank into her tender body, and his breath infused her with his heat. That heat traveled down to her excited crotch. Her inner muscles ached and clenched for something solid inside her.
He trailed his tongue through her navel and down, but the next moment, he climbed onto the bed to kneel over her. He tugged her pants around her hips and slid them down her legs. He dragged her panties with them, and the air touched her tortured cunt.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmured.
His hands landed on her knees, and he slipped upward to ease her legs apart. Her pussy cracked open to wink at him, and he dove between her legs to attack her juicy delectable morsel. Abbie seethed and moaned back and forth on the bed, but he pinned her in place with his all-consuming mouth. His tongue lashed her clit, and his fingers spread her wide.
Her legs found their natural position around each side of his head. His short hair tickled her sensitive thighs and made her cry, but that velvet tongue kept circling, circling. His fingers swished and swirled her petals apart and plowed in tight against her box.
Another cataclysmic climax threatened to inundate her. She couldn't do this. She couldn't lie here and let him lick her to another screaming fit of ecstasy. Oh, dear God! How could she? How could he? How could he finger her and eat her and make her peak like this on her first day of work? How could she look at herself in the mirror after this?
Maybe she wouldn't be able to look at herself in the mirror after this, but right now, she couldn't stop it. She kicked her hips against his face....and succumbed. Another blistering orgasm rocketed through her. His fingers plunged inside. That orgasm went on and on and on, never ending. Every beat of his tongue along her spasming clit, every insertion of his fingers along her satin channel, every pinch of his hand around her quivering ass wrung another peak of delight from her already willing flesh.
She had to. She had to do this. If she never worked as a nanny again, she had to give herself to this moment. She had to seize this pleasure with both hands while it lasted. Who knew how many years of living death she would have to suffer before she ever got this again.
His free hand snuck up her side to push her shirt up to her armpits. Her tits flopped free into his hand, and that added to the intoxicating bliss pouring from her skin to melt her into the bed. Malcolm grunted and moaned between her legs. He swam in endless seas of steamy vapor. He rooted his head side to side to spread her essence all over his face.
Abbie arched her back against his insistent attentions. His hands and mouth and dominating presence drove her out of her mind. Her eyes drifted half-closed. She couldn't see anything but the golden light surrounding her on all sides and the swimming haze of her own climactic completion. Oh, God! That was so good. So, so good.
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n the middle of her tempestuous writhing, he reemerged to rise on his knees between her legs. Her cunt lay spread and waiting for him. He could do what he wanted with her, and no one knew it better than he did. His glowing eyes bowed her to his will.
He hummed under his breath while he unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra. He discarded her clothes along with his own. They no longer concerned him in the slightest. Nothing concerned him but her naked form spread out on his bed.
He lowered himself onto all fours over her. His shoulders formed a solid wall all around her to shelter her from the outside world. His head hovered over her, but he didn't drop down on top of her. She studied him in all his primal passion.
He whispered low. “Is this what you want?”
She raised her hands to circle his neck. She scratched her fingernails along his scalp and wrapped her bare, spattered thighs around his angular hips. His pants still rode low around his hip bones, and the triangle of muscle rising from his dark hair led the way down to the tight package inside his pants.
The words tumbled out of Abbie's mouth with no help from her. Her very heart spoke to him in words she couldn't understand. “I want this. I want you. I want it all. I want everything.”
He moved up and back, up and back, in a slow rhythm, but he made no move to lie down on top of her. He hung suspended in the air above her in all his rock-hard magnificence. “Show me. Show me how much you want it.”
How could she show him? How could she expose her heart to a stranger? Her eyes danced down to his mouth. She reared up to kiss him, but that wasn't enough, nowhere near enough.
She explored his skin with her hands. She cradled his cheeks with both delicate palms, down his neck to his chest. She caressed his huge pecs. Then she understood where she was going and what she had to do. Her fingers crept down his abs to his fly. He was in there. He lay slumbering inside those tight pants, and he wanted her to free him. He wanted her to show him where to go, where she wanted him to go.
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