Page 57 of Last Round

“I’m not drunk, Killian.” Her tone is stern.

I risk opening my eyes and am pinned by her death stare. “Why don’t we go to sleep and tomorrow we can talk about this?”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s right,no. I’ve been going mad all week. Do you know what it’s like being with you 24/7, being so desperate for you to touch me? But all you do is tongue-fuck me to the point of oblivion and send me to bed horny and frustrated. My hand is exhausted from the amount of self-love I’ve been forced to dish out.”

“You’ve been masturbating in my bed?” I’m pretty sure the zipper of my pants just burst.

She gives me an evil glare. “I made myself a promise tonight. One way or another, I was getting fucked by something that isn’t my own fingers. So, you have a choice to make, Killian. Either you come here and fuck me like I know we both want, or…” She reaches under the pillow and presents me with a dildo. “I fuck myself with this.” She presses a button to show it not only vibrates but it seems to have a thrusting feature. “The choice is yours.”

I stand here, dazed by a mix of absolute arousal and utter confusion. I’m equal parts stunned and tongue-tied.

Molly shrugs. “You can watch if you want. I don’t mind. But I warn you I have no intention of being quiet. So if you don’t want to hear me scream your name while I fuck myself, you should get some headphones.”

She wouldn’t.

“Fine, your loss,” Molly says after I fail to respond. With the device already vibrating, she slides the head up and down her still-exposed pussy. Her eyes remain trained on me as she moans. “God, this feels so good.” She spreads her legs wider and presses the tip to her clit. Her entire body jolts. “Fuck… good thing the battery is fully charged. How many times do you think I can make myself come before it dies?”

When the vibrator presses against her entrance, the final thread of self-restraint that’s been holding me back is obliterated. I jump on the bed and snatch the dildo from her hands before she can penetrate herself.

“Hey,” she protests. Nostrils flared and her cheeks flushed, she stares up at me as I hover over her.

“The first time I hear you scream my name, it’s going to be because I made you. Understand?”

She licks her lips. “What are you waiting for? I’ve already given you an open invit—”

I slam my mouth to hers. Molly wastes no time in wrapping her arms around me, pulling me to her. She grinds herself against my erection, desperate for the release she was going to give herself. I take her breasts in my palms while my mouth travels to her neck. I suck and nibble the tender flesh.

“Fuck me,” she mewls.

I tear down the cup of her bra, latch my mouth on to her nipple, and suck hard. “Not tonight,” I remind her.

“What?” she pants.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Molly.” I move on to her other breast.

“Seriously?” she cries. “Why not?”

I don’t bother explaining myself again. I meant it when I said she’s drunk—even if she doesn’t want to admit it. She might not be so blitzed that she doesn’t know what she’s asking for, but just like how our first time wasn’t going to be on a tabletop in my bar, it’s not going to be when she’s drunk either. “Don’t worry, firecracker, I won’t let you go to bed unsatisfied.”

My tongue traces from the peaks of her breasts, down the valley on her abdomen, all the way to the promise land. I slide the lacy fabric of her thong down her silky legs and tuck them away in my back pocket. Grabbing her ankle, I kiss it before hooking it over my shoulder. I continue to tease her with my mouth as I work back up to her pretty pink pussy.

“Get ready,” I warn.

“For what?”

“I’m going to make you come until you pass out from exhaustion.”

Her breath hitches.

“Then I’m going to wake you up and give you one more.”

Before she can respond, I suck her clit between my teeth. “Oh, God,” she cries out. I release her clit with a pop.

“Unless God’s gonna come down here and eat this pussy until you see the pearly gates, the only name you’re allowed to cry out is mine.”

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