Page 188 of Fighting the Forbidden

“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.

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