Page 87 of Moonlit Kisses

Her eyes widen. “I … what?”

“You made me fucking hard with your little moans, and then you thought it would be funny to fucking lick your lips and tease me even more.”

Her eyes narrow. “And … what does that have to do with this?”

“It’s time for payback.” I remove her leg from my shoulder and stand to my full height—I’ve got roughly five inches on her—and I move in close. Our chests touching, her soft breasts pressing into my shirt. This is taking all of my willpower, because I want to drop back to my knees and finish what I started, have her cum all over my fingers and tongue, but I have a dire situation in my jeans that needs attention. I press my cock against her pelvis. “Feel that?” She nods. “It needs your attention. Be a good girl and drop to your knees.”

Without a word, she presses her hands against my body, putting space between us. She drops to her knees, keeping her eyes locked with mine. “Such a beautiful sight.” I slide my fingers through her silky hair as her hands lift to my belt to release it and my jeans. I’m sure I hear my cock sigh. It pulses as she slides the denim from my hips, taking my boxers with them. They drop to my feet and Molly wastes no time, wrapping her hand around my heavy shaft and swiping it with her tongue, from base to tip, causing a shiver to climb up my spine.

I clench my hands at my sides, to allow her the freedom to do whatever she wants to me. Her mouth is what I imagine heaven to be like. Warm and inviting. She takes my cock to the back of her throat and hums around my shaft. My hips thrust forward without instruction. “Fuck.” Her molten eyes snap up to mine and hold as she licks, sucks, and draws my orgasm forward like it’s her goddamn job.

Fuck, that’s hot. I slide my hand into her silky mane and clutch the strands at the base of her skull, dragging her mouth along my rock-hard length. She gently scrapes her teeth along my flesh, and it’s almost my undoing. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

She moans and draws her mouth from my shaft. “Only for you, Max.” Her lips curl up and she winks before dropping back toward my dick. Using my grip on her hair, I hold her back because I never come first. It’s one of the few rules I hold fast to. I bend down and pull my girl up, pressing her back against the wall. “Why’d you stop me?”

I run my nose along the side of hers. “Because that’s not how I do things, Dimples.” I roughly push my fingers back into her dripping center. Eliciting a long, beautiful moan. Dropping my head, I suck her nipple into my mouth and continue to thrust, ensuring I massage the spongy front wall as my thumb lightly circles her needy clit. I take her mouth in a hard kiss as her walls tighten around my intrusion, strangling me. Her short fingernails dig into my shoulders and I hope she leaves her fucking mark on me. Pushing my tongue inside her mouth to match the cadence of my fingers in her pussy, she rides out her orgasm through whimpers and gasps. Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers sliding up into my hair to grasp it.

Removing my fingers, I line my cock up with her opening and slide slowly inside as her walls continue to pulse. My hands find Molly’s ass and I lift her, pushing my cock in deeper as her long legs wind around my hips, and she tugs at my shirt to pull it off.

I press her harder into the wall and drag my shirt off by my collar, discarding the offending fabric to the floor. She wraps her arms around my neck, tightening her hold as my hands return to her gorgeous ass. Slipping my fingers down, I collect her cum and use it to ease a finger into her back entrance. Her eyes open wide and lock on mine as her mouth drops open with a silent moan.

Bracing my feet, I lift her as I slide out, then drop her down as I thrust up. She takes over the action, using her hold on me to bounce up and down on my cock while I drive into her over and over again. Molly and I have no problem creating a rhythm that builds us quickly.

“Ohh. I’m gonna come,” she cries out as my dick thickens and pulses. Her walls tighten around me, strangling me, tightening on my finger and my cock. Our slick bodies slide against each other as we both chase nirvana.

Electricity races down my spine, and my balls draw up close to my body. Molly’s breaths are hot against my ear, and she leans forward to bite the lobe. Cum shoots out as my cock throbs and pulses, setting off Molly’s orgasm.

We both moan as our bodies spiral into bliss.

Our chests heaving for air.

Eyes locked, mossy green to mercury.

I take her mouth in a searing kiss and then slow it down. Gently, I caress her mouth. Showing how much I adore her and appreciate her trust. How much I value her. I tenderly draw away, pressing light kisses to her lips. I drop my forehead to hers and our breaths mingle.

She scrapes her nails through my hair, then drags her hands around to cup my face. Her eyes flit between mine and my mouth. A smile grows, and she gifts me those gorgeous dimples. “Thank you,” she whispers.

She fucking undoes me. “You never need to thank me for fucking you, Molly. It’s a goddamn privilege that you share your heart and body with me.”

Her eyes go soft. “Idoneed to thank you. Thank you for always taking care of me. Whether it’s giving me your support as I navigate my new family or making sure that I have record-breaking orgasms every single time we come together. You’ve made my new life here truly remarkable.”

She’s the fucking remarkable one. Molly uses her hold on my face to draw me forward and presses her lips to mine. She swipes her tongue across the seam, and I open willingly. My semi-hard cock wakes up and I start slow, languid strokes in and out of heaven. I toe off my shoes and step out of my jeans, and carry my girl to bed, so I can take my time to love her the way she deserves.

CHAPTER44

–molly–

My phone buzzeswith a text from Martin. I’m not sure if I’ll ever call him dad, but he doesn’t seem to mind. We’ve been messaging regularly over the last two weeks, and he’s even stopped in and had lunch with me a couple of times. He hasn’t pressured me to share any more details about my life, but I’ve shown him my sketches and shared with him how much I enjoy running.

Martin:Would it be okay if I bring Noah around this afternoon? He really wants to meet you

Me:Sure. We close at 2. Come then

Martin:Great. See you then

I send him a thumbs up and then make my way out to Max. His body’s twisted as he works on something underneath the dash of the car he’s got in the bay. “Hey.”

He maneuvers his body out of the cramped space, a smile instantly brightening his face, which has a streak of grease down the side. He’s so freaking handsome I can’t stand it. I lean forward and swipe my lips against his and then lean on the open door.

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