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)
“Have you touched yourself since prom night?”
Her forehead wrinkles. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I wanted to save that for you.”
Done.
I’m so done.
Never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want Molly for the rest of my life.
My dick throbs, begging for release.
“I can’t say the same.” I kiss her stomach and squeeze my eyes shut tight. “But I’ve been thinking of you every time.”
“About what?”
“How you taste.” I rub my chin against her underwear. “How you felt coming on my tongue. You want me to touch you here?” I tease my knuckles against her slit. Through the thin lace, wet heat sears my skin.
“Yes.” She presses her feet into the mattress, lifting her hips to emphasize her request.
I lightly sink my teeth into her hip. Her body ripples with laughter. Then I sit up and grip her thighs, pushing them apart. The tiny candles barely throw enough light and I really want to see every inch of her, but it doesn’t seem like the power’s coming back on any time soon.
I press a kiss to her mound through her panties and inhale her scent.
She shifts and tries to close her legs.
“No,” I warn, gripping her tighter. “I thought you wanted me to kiss you here again?”
“I do,” she whispers.
I press another kiss over her clit, closing my teeth over the fabric and tugging the damp, sheer netting from her skin.
Her breath stutters, and she curls her fingers in the blankets.
I run my tongue along the crease of her thighs. She wriggles and moans.
“I’m taking these off now.” I hook my fingers in the thin band at her hips.
“Okay.” I glance up. She has her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip.
I take a second and run my thumb up and down her slit, feeling how wet and hot she is. Gently, I massage the spot right over her clit until I’m grinding my thumb in slow circles there.
Her breath hitches and her hips follow my movements. “Oh.”
“That feel good?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
“Yes.”
I drag her underwear down her legs slowly. Even in the low light, her pussy glistens with how turned on she is. Her soft, dark curls, damp and beautiful.
Her hand comes down, covering herself.
Gently, I remove her hand. “You’re beautiful.”
“I should have—”
“Stop talking, Molly. I can’t wait another second to get my mouth on you.”
“Oh.” She giggles nervously then moans as I run my finger along her slit.
“Look at me.”
Our eyes meet as I slide a finger inside her tight heat. I’ve never been with someone I loved or wanted so much. Part of me regrets that this won’t be the first time for both of us.
I slide my finger in and out of her. She’s so wet, it makes these sexy, obscene noises, and she wiggles again. My girl’s embarrassed.
“That’s so sexy, Molly.” I add another finger and move the two of them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. “Hear that?”
Her body trembles but she doesn’t answer.
“You weren’t this shy prom night.” Then it hits me—she was tipsy then. Now, I feel like an asshole.
She gestures toward the window. “There wasn’t a thunderstorm and power outage.”
Relief spirals through me, easing out in a huff of laughter. “You don’t have anything to be afraid of with me.”
I hit that spot inside that seems to make her forget everything else. She gasps and spreads her legs wider.
“That’s it.” I rub the spot harder. “You’re so wet for me, Molly. I love it. That’s how much you want me.”
She lets out a little moan, and her body melts against the mattress. “I do. I really do.”
“Good.” I move in closer, dying to run my tongue through her slit.
“Ah!” She jolts as I take my first lick.
“So good, Molly.” I use my free hand to reveal her clit. “I’m going to kiss you right here.”
“Yes, yes.”
I feather the softest kiss there, then gently tongue her clit while sliding my fingers in and out of her.
Her fingers tunnel into my hair, gripping hard. “Oh my…oh, Griff.”
“Hmmm,” I encourage, not wanting to take my mouth off her for even a second.
“Griff, oh my God.” She keeps chanting over and over as I kiss and lick and finally suck her little clit into my mouth.
She cries out in pleasure, all shyness obliterated as she shoves herself against my face. I take what she offers, sucking at her clit while my fingers curl up inside her, rubbing harder against her G-spot.
“Oh! Griff, I’m…” The rest of her words are swallowed up by moans of pleasure as her pussy tightens around my fingers. I keep working her until she lets out a loud sigh.
“That was intense. Oh my God,” she whispers.
I slip my fingers from her and wrap my hands around her waist, pressing another kiss over her clit before moving to her belly. She ripples with laughter when I flick my tongue into her belly button and kiss my way up her ribs.