Page 27 of Faking It with Mr. Uptight

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded, but Molly's only response was to press her lips to mine.

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MOLLY

I shouldn't have kissed him. I don't know why I did it exactly. He'd pissed me off with his comment before. Like everything about me was fake, but then he insisted on walking me home. Like pick a side, man. I turned to tell him exactly what I thought but he looked so damn kissable.

So, I kissed him.

Now there we were. Jake was kissing me, and it wasn’t just any kiss. He was kissing me like he needed it to survive. His mouth was hot and demanding. I moaned as his tongue slipped inside and explored. My hands ran down his chest and my fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled me tighter, his body pressed to mine and then he broke away, his eyes searching my face.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked, my voice breathy and thick.

"I..." he started but his words faded, and he pulled me tight, and his mouth crashed into mine. His hand snaked up my back and tangled in my hair. I felt his cock stiffen against my belly and a fire blazed in me.

I needed him, and the need was desperate and deep.

His hand slid down my back and cupped my butt, lifting me up, and setting me on the edge of the kitchen counter, his hips pressing between my thighs. He reached down and pushed the fabric of my dress up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

His hands roamed over my body, and his kisses grew deeper. I reached down and undid his pants, pushing them down. He broke away, and looked at me, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Tell me no," he said, his voice was barely more than a growl.

"Yes," I replied, and his mouth came back down on mine. His hands pulled the fabric of my panties aside and his finger found my clit, and my legs quivered. I was already soaking wet. His touch felt electric and so fucking good.

He groaned and slipped his fingers inside me.

"Mmm." My moans were muffled by his mouth and his cock was straining against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. I reached down and grabbed him, and his body shuddered.

"Fuck, Molly."

"Yes, that's the goal," I whispered and stroked him.

He pulled back and tugged down his boxers and I wiggled out of my panties. His hands were on my waist, and he pulled me close, the tip of his cock grazing against me, and sending a shudder through me.

My heart was racing, and his kisses became urgent. He pushed inside and I cried out, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him deep.

His thrusts were deep and slow, and my body pulsed with pleasure.

"Jake," I moaned as he thrust inside me again, filling me completely. He groaned, and his hands gripped my hips and pulled me even closer.

I clung to him, my hands clawing at his back. My moans mingled with his as our bodies moved together, each of his thrusts sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.

He cupped my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple before his hand trailed down, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit. My body tensed, and his thrusts were faster and harder, sending me over the edge.

The intensity of my orgasm rippled through me, causing a shudder to run through Jake's body. Our cries echoed through the room as our bodies writhed together, consumed by the intensity of our shared release. Jake collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, and then wrapped my arms around him. I didn’t want to let go.

After a few moments, he stood, and pulled up his boxer briefs, and then helped me off the counter. I pulled down my dress, and he smoothed it for me.

"That was..."

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Well," I said and turned to walk away.

"Molly, wait."

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