side of his middle and ring finger. “Your body enthralls me. I never know where to begin.”
Malia’s soprano moan answered his touch. He thrust his shaft between her cheeks, catching
her off guard as he squeezed his cock head past her snug opening. She tensed, and he groaned.
He descended south with his hand, slipping past her rib cage and over the soft curve of her belly.
She sucked in her stomach at the light touch of his fingertips. He moved lower still and combed
his digits through the course hair or her nether-lips. With his thumb, he massaged her clitoris and
skimmed his hand through her saturated folds. Malia could feel her cream surging from her core.
Her body bowed when he drove his fingers into her channel, and she dropped her head back onto
his shoulder. The sensation of fullness wrapped her in a warm cocoon. His digits
slid back and forth into her channel, and his shaft slowly stretched her behind as he worked his
way farther into her ass.
He leaned her forward, sliding his lips over her temple. She threw her hands up, and the
sound of her slapping the tile reverberated through the room. Malia stopped herself before her
face planted into the tile as he pushed her up on her toes, burying his cock as far as he could. He
stopped, and Malia waited; she wiggled, but he gripped her hips to control her movements. She
shoved back, and the short hairs dusting his thighs tickled her butt-cheeks.
“Will you move already!” She went up and down on the tips her toes.
“Whatever you want.” His voice was like gravel in her ears.
Paul moved away, and her body felt bereft as he slowly slid his shaft almost completely
from her body, before he rammed it up into her anal passage again and again. She lost herself in
the rhythm their bodies created. The rumbles in his chest resonated in her as he aligned himself
flush with her body. Every drive plunged her deeper into a rising abyss. The drone of the shower
had become background noise, adding water to the growing puddle of the floor. Her body
shuddered as the ravine rose up to claim her, and darkness enveloped her. He grunted, and his
body dropped, slamming her forward.
They both slid into the tub, and a deluge of water crashed over the rim.
“Baby, I keep telling you, you’re heavy.” Malia shook her shoulders.
“Uh-huh, but sweetness, you blinded me, and for a minute I swear I might have seen the
face of God. And I gotta tell you, he was smiling.”
“You have lost your mind,” she chuckled. “Seriously.”
Chapter Six
She was a
lert, something wasn’t right, Malia sat straight up, and Paul’s arm rolled into her
lap. There was that niggling feeling she couldn’t shake. She eased from the bed and walked to
the picture window, using her index finger she pulled the curtain aside. The parking lot was
completely empty, and she chewed on the inside of her cheek. That was never a good sign for a
motel like this.
“Paul.” She shook his side. “Paul!”
He lifted his lids, and a lazy smile blossomed on his face. His arm snaked out to snag her by
the waist. “Baby, I am so ready for round three.”
Malia sighed. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I think we have a problem.”
He frowned, pursed his lips, and let her go. “Wuz up?”
“The parking lot is empty”
“So?”
“Use the big brain, baby. This is the kind of motel frequented by hookers and drug addicts.
Even if it’s not full, the lot should never be empty.”
Paul sat up and turned, setting his feet on the carpet. “Damn.”
“Yeah, my thinking exactly.”
He drew a hand down his face. “Bathroom window is out. The alleyway is paved, and the
opening itself is too narrow for me to get through.
The bed dipped when Malia sat down. “Our only option is the front door. The police have
probably been canvasing the area. I bet they believe we’re still sleeping.”
“Wouldn’t they see us leave?”
“I don’t think
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