Page 142 of Fighting the Forbidden

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.”

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