Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Molly, I’m dying to taste you. If I really can’t breathe, I’m more than strong enough to lift you off me.” I slide my hands under her ass and demonstrate by lifting and holding her a few inches in the air.
She squeals and laughs, so I bounce her up and down a bunch of times. “See? I lift stuff heavier than you all the time.”
“Okay! Okay!” She sputters and giggles some more. “Stop.” She curls her fingers around my forearms and leans over me.
“Nah, I like this.” I lift her once more then drag her forward. “Brace your hands on the headboard.”
Her knees land precariously close to my ears as heat from her center sears my skin.
“What?” She lets out a nervous laugh.
Time to show her. I spread her lips and take a long, slow lick, stopping to swirl my tongue around her clit.
“Holy shit!” Molly shrieks and bucks her hips, smashing herself against my face.
“That’s it.” My words come out muffled.
I don’t let up though. I wrap my arms around her thighs, spread her wider, and yank her even closer, burying my tongue deeper.
“Gr…gr…oh.” Molly continues babbling nonsensical sounds. Her thighs shake. She reaches for me, raking her fingers through my hair. I can’t take the distraction. I shackle my fingers around her wrist, pull her hand away, and press it to her stomach.
“Stay,” I mumble against her slick, wet flesh.
She lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a giggle, then gasps. “Right there.”
An encouraging growl rumbles from my throat.
“Griff. Oh!” Her hips roll faster. She grinds herself against my face harder. “Please!”
Her whole body violently shakes and shudders. I’m drowning in her and loving every drop.
Finally, she slumps forward, panting hard. Her body tilts to the side. “Oh no, did I hurt you?” She gingerly lifts her leg and throws her body to the mattress.
“Fuck no.” I swipe my hand over my mouth and jerk my chin. “Only thing hurting is my dick.”
I didn’t mean it as some sort of weird I-did-you-now-you-do-me reminder to pay up, but she rearranges her body between my outstretched legs. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.
“Will you show me what you like?” Molly’s big blue eyes stare up at me, bright with desire and curiosity. “Please?”
God damn, if that isn’t the hottest question anyone’s ever asked me. “Touch me.”
Tentative, like my dick might have teeth, she reaches for the bulge in my shorts and strokes her palm over me. “Wow,” she breathes out.
For some reason, her awed whisper pulls a sharp huff of laughter from me.
“What?” She snatches her hand away.
“Don’t stop.” If I don’t get her hands on me again, I’m going to die.
This time she reaches for the waistband, curling her fingers in the elastic. “May I?” She lifts a not-so-innocent eyebrow.
“Fuck yes.” I lift my hips and have to stop myself from yanking them all the way off. I need Molly to do it. Need to know she’s in control and really wants this.
Her ticklish little fingers tease under the waistband and she slowly slides the briefs down. My cock springs up, proud, hard, and excited to finally meet her face-to-face.
I bite my lip to control myself.
“Holy frick.” Molly stares. “That’s supposed to fit inside me?”
I explode with laughter. “Not tonight, Muffin. But yeah, we’ll be a perfect fit. Don’t worry.”
She frowns but doesn’t take her eyes off my cock, which only makes him want to show off even more. “How?”
“Just touch me for now.”
She wraps her hand around me and rubs her thumb over the head.
I suck in a sharp breath. “Just like that.”
“Tell me.”
Is she teasing me with my own words? Or does she really need instructions? Why can’t I come up with an answer?
Her hand slowly dragging up and down the length of my cock keeps stealing the words from my brain.
“You’re doing fine…without any…instructions from me,” I finally say between shaky breaths.
Hesitantly, she leans in and slowly swipes her tongue against the underside of my cock. Her gentle touch is both maddening and cautious.
“Fuck.” I curl my hands in the sheets.
“You like that?” Her voice is so tentative. Curious about everything.
“God, yes.”
“I don’t know what to do next,” Molly whispers. Her cheeks flush.
“I have a few ideas.” A few. What a lie. A few hundred filthy fantasies starring my girl is more like it.
“Well, I know you’ve had better and, well, more.” She lifts one shoulder and tilts her head, her hair tickling against my legs. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never—”
Wait! What she actually said sinks into my sex-crazed brain. Her gentle stroking is way too much of a distraction. I sit up and grip her wrist, gently prying her hand off my cock so I can get out complete sentences.
This is too important.
“Molly, there hasn’t been…I haven’t…been with anyone else in a long time.”