Page 4 of Dirty Temptation

“Atlas,” Molly cries, her hands clenching my hair.

“You like your pussy being eaten?” I rasp.

“Yes, yes.” She writhes beneath me. “Eat me all up.”

I chuckle against her core, then plunge my tongue in as my palms hold her open to me like Mollys my own personal slice of watermelon.

She’s just as sweet.

“Oh, god.” Her hips fight my hold as she slips over the edge. But I don’t let go as she orgasms on my face, and I drink all of her sweet juices down.

“Good girl.” I wipe my mouth on the inside of her thigh then climb over her.

Molly grips my face with both hands and announces with the same shock and delight as if I just cured cancer. “That was amazing.”

I grin.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

Her face falls.

Shit.

“I mean. I should have...”

She scrambles out from under me like a slippery eel.

“Molly!”

She shakes her head and digs around on the ground for her shoes. “I get it. No, it’s fine. I get it.”

“Molly wait.” I climb off the sofa and find one of her shoes.

She found her purse, and I watch as she pats down her wild dark curls. Then she closes the gap, snaps the shoe out my hand and waves it in the air, almost whacking me in the head.

“Stop. You’re stoned.” I say more firmly.

“Correct. You’re observant,” she says, walking to the elevator.

I follow.

She spins and points at me with the shoe weapon.

“And good with your mouth. So, um. Thank you. For the...service. Anyway.”

For the service?

Is she joking right now?

What is wrong with her? Drugs aside.

“Crap. I need to pee.” Molly drops everything on the floor, including the mobile phone she was tapping on, and disappears back inside my apartment.

I stand staring at the wall.

Thank you for the service?

Fuck that, this isn’t over.

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