Page 3 of Dirty Temptation

“There’s no one else here, baby. It’s you, or I fuck my own hand.”

“Do you do that?” Molly’s mouth parts.

Christ.

She’s so damn stoned.

Waytoo stoned.

I can’t do this. Ishouldn’tdo this.

I really want Molly. I mean, I could just fuck her and hope like hell she doesn’t hate me in the morning. But I’m not one of those billionaires who hooks up with women aware of my bank balance and happy to let me get away with shitty behavior.

I’m Ward Montgomery’s son. He raised me and my brothers better than that.

Molly’s a girl you respect.

Date.

Like a fucking gentleman.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to fuck her right this minute, but I also want to see her when she’s sober and not the morning after with regret in her eyes.

I want to talk to her.

Find out who she is.

See if we have anything in common...and then fuck like rabbits.

However, right now she’s looking for an answer to her question about whether I wank.

Way too stoned.

“Yes. All guys do. If they say they don’t, they’re lying.” I sit back and slide my hand under her skirt. Her legs fall open making it really hard for me to be the gentleman I want to be.

Maybe we don’t need to date...

“Touch me.” Molly whimpers and arches her hips up to my touch.

Goddamn it.

I’m not that strong.

I find her lacy panties and tug them to the side, gliding my fingers between her wet flesh.

Fucking hell.

She’s so wet it fills the room with slick sounds and my cock jolts in my pants.

Fuck dinner.

I just need one little taste.

“Jesus, Molly.” I move fast, pushing her knees open wider and slam my mouth down on her pussy.

“Oh shit,” she cries out.

My tongue circles through her folds, drinking her in, and sucking on her hard clit. She’s swollen and I swear I can feel her throbbing against my lips.

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