Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I pulled her hand from between us and pulled it around my back before wrapping my hand around the top of her thigh so my thumb could reach her little red clit peeking out from where we were connected.
She moaned into my mouth as I began to press, and her hips moved faster.
It wasn’t just ego that had me wanting to get her off without her help. I was all for a woman doing her part. But I’d noticed that women tended to ease up once they started to come—like they couldn’t focus on what they were doing anymore. If I was the one driving it, I could make the orgasm last a fuck of a lot longer.
I wanted Molly to lose her mind.
“Look at you,” I said quietly as her forehead rested against mine. “Look how white your skin is against mine, so fuckin’ pretty.”
“Jesus, Will,” she replied, panting. “I’m so close.”
“Keep going,” I ordered, licking her lips. “Your clit is so fuckin’ swollen and hard.”
“Are you going to keep giving me a play by play?” she teased, her breath hitching as I pinched her nipple hard and lifted her entire breast with it.
“You like it when I give you a play by play,” I growled. “My thighs are fuckin’ dripping with you.”
I twisted her nipple and let her tit fall, and she came hard, her pussy clamping down on my cock almost to the point of pain.
She moaned loud and long, her head falling forward until her hair was almost completely covering her face.
Then it was finally my turn.
I slid forward off the couch onto my knees and used one arm to shove her coffee table out of the way so I could lay her on the floor. I stayed up on my knees and held her hips high so I could pull back and shove back in hard.
“I’m going to come again,” she said in surprise, her back arching as she reached down to dig her nails into my thighs. “Please, oh, fuck.”
I must have been hitting just the right spot because she was suddenly flooding my dick, making everything even wetter.
Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples red from my fingers.
I came when her pussy clamped down on me the second time, making my vision go black at the edges.
I dropped back onto my heels as I caught my breath and tried to force my stiff fingers from the tight grip I had on her hips. I could feel sweat dripping down my back, and the hair at the sides of my face was wet.
“You’re absurdly good at that,” Molly said after a moment, reaching up to cover her tits with her hands.
I was still inside her and she was already feeling self-conscious. Ridiculous.
“So are you,” I said, falling forward on my hands so I was bracing myself above her.
What was left of my anxiety disappeared when she grinned at me.
“You’re so handsome,” she said softly.
I scoffed and pulled back, grimacing as I slid out of her.
“Oh, no, did the condom break?” she asked worriedly as she glanced down.
I reached down to take it off with a snap, shaking my head. “Nope, sugar, that’s all you,” I answered with a grin.
I reached down to my hip and swiped my hand across the wet there, smoothing it over my lower stomach as she gaped at me. Then I gave my half-mast cock a tug.
“You’re nasty,” she whispered.
“And you love it,” I replied, laughing.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I totally do.”
“Come on,” I said, still chuckling as I stood up and pulled her with me. “We need a shower.”
“I need to disinfect that couch,” she grumbled as I tugged her past it. “And we need to be quiet so we don’t wake the baby.”
I found my wallet on the floor and snatched it up—just in case—then let her lead me through her bedroom and into the master bath. She turned on the shower as I stared at her ass, wondering if she’d let me have her again.
“Come on,” she said quietly as she stepped inside the huge tub. The thing was so big, I bet she could practically swim in it when it was filled.
“I can’t believe there was a shooting at the mall,” she said quietly as I pulled her against my chest underneath the spray of water. “That’s nuts.”
“Don’t go there anymore,” I ordered, leaning over to get a bar of soap from the ledge of the tub.
“I have to go to the mall,” she said with a small laugh. “We don’t go there very often, but we can’t just not go ever.”
“Shop somewhere else.”
“You worry too much.”
“You ever seen someone die from a gunshot wound?” I snapped, realizing how stupid the question was after I’d said it.
“Yeah, actually I have,” she said quietly, stepping back.