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Whenever her jaw would start to tighten, her teeth dangerously close to leaving imprints, I’d press my thumb on her jugular. Forcing her to slacken her muscles and swallow to ease the discomfort. It was another careful dance, but this time it only took my little molly a couple of minutes to learn the steps.

After a few back-and-forth motions—my cock properly slathered in her saliva, my hand now wrapped around a fistful of her hair, and her gagging sounds bouncing off the walls—I could feel myself edging closer and closer to the point of no return. My balls constricted as that familiar tingle traveled up the base of my spine and down again.

I tugged her head back, driving my cock deeper into her curved throat as those honeyed eyes seared into mine, and I came until her cheeks were puffing out at the sides. Her pursed lips keeping me in place as I struggled to stay upright.

I was lightheaded, drunk on the sudden surge of endorphins flooding my system as a smirk tipped up one side of my face.

If her throat was this good, I could only imagine what her cunt would feel like.

I shoved that thought aside as my glare dropped to those plump peach-like cheeks she was currently balancing on the balls of her feet—when they should be bouncing against my dick—as she did her best to keep herself from tipping over.

And then my mouth broke out into a full-on grin.Her pussy would have to wait, seeing as the next item on the menu was that sweet little ass.

CHAPTER NINE

“Bend over.” I didn’t wait for the girl to reply before I was tugging her to her feet and pushing her face against the mattress. Her ass in the air and her cunt at eye level as I dropped to my knees and licked her from hole to hole.

I could hear her muffled panic when she tried to lift her head, only to have me reach up an arm and shove her down again. Not all women liked having their starfish eaten out but you never knew until you tried. And she sure as shit wasn’t gonna enjoy me fucking her there if I didn’t lube her up first.

I circled my tongue around her little puckered hole, flicking and sucking a few times before snaking it forward. She was clenching her muscles when what I needed was for her to relax. So I pushed to my feet and leaned over, my cock knocking against her backdoor as I whispered in her ear.

“You ever been fucked here before, baby girl?” I rotated my hips in a circular motion, precum marking each of her cheeks just in case there was any kind of…misunderstandingabout whichhereI was talking about. Of course, I already knew the answer. But I liked to hear them say it.

She swallowed once. Her anxiety so heightened I could feel it vibrate across her pebbled skin. “I… no…” She shook her head from side to side, and I lowered my mouth again and nipped at her ear.

“Good. Another first,” I grunted as I pushed back off the mattress and crouched behind her. “I’m gonna need you to relax, though. Or this one’s really gonna burn.”

This time, she gasped when I started lapping at her asshole—probably a mix of shock and the sensation of the warmth of my mouth warring with the cool breath I blew over her afterwards. If she was more focused on everythingshe was feeling, she was less likely to think too hard about whatI was doing.

I continued eating away at her ass, as my thumb slinked around her waist and rubbed at her clit. The sounds I was making were obnoxious. Wet and sloppy. While the sounds she was making were soft and guttural. Little whimpers and moans that told me she hated how much she liked what I was doing to her.

By the time her next orgasm hit her, she was too dazed to do much else but lie there. Her face still buried in the sheets as I grabbed a bottle of lube from the dresser, poured a healthy portion into my palm, and stroked myself. Once, twice. Then twice more before I stopped. If I kept going, I was gonna come just watching her.

She looked so pretty, ass up and cunt out. My saliva dripping from both as I closed the distance and gave her a solid slap to the cheek to get her blood flowing again. The sudden sting of flesh on flesh had her bolting upright at the same time I pressed myself behind her, my cock already inching into the next hole it was gonna claim tonight.

CHAPTER TEN

Once you got past the tip, the burn wasn’t so bad. At least from what I could tell. They usually stopped crying by that point. And I don’t mean full-on sobbing. I wasn’t an asshole. Just currently fucking one as a few tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

Shit was painful. I had no doubt about that. But with that came the pleasure of me coming at her from both sides, my thumb on her clit and my dick in her ass, so that she was locked between two different sensations that somehow worked together to stimulate nerve endings she didn’t even know she had. Because as much as she bucked against me at first, she leaned into me now. Meeting me thrust for thrust. Her hair wild, back arched, and thighs trembling.

I closed my eyes as the sweat beaded over my forehead before dripping onto my nose. Dropping my hands to the curve of her waist and forcing her against the mattress again. My orgasm was close, her next one was closer if the rhythm of her breaths was anything to go by.

I knew the moment it hit her. She’d had enough of them tonight that I recognized the way her body went limp. How the shivers traveled across her skin and had her convulsing beforeshe went perfectly still. A tiny sigh would part her lips until one side of her mouth tipped up into the makings of a smirk. Like a kid whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar.

Another slap to her ass had her jerking backwards as I tugged her closer, my fist wrapped around her hair, and rode out my own orgasm. I couldn’t describe the feeling if I wanted to. No words seemed right when it came to explaining how those rings of muscles clenched around you almost like they were trying to hold you in place. Like they were in a fight for their life and strangling your cock was the only way to survive. Like your soul left your body the moment your cum did the same thing.

An extended orgasm was God’s gift to mankind. I had no doubt about that as two more spirts exited my tip and splattered across the girl’s back. I reached out a hand and drew a little heart with my fingertip—it was my favorite suit.The queen of hearts knew how to treat a guy.Then I pivoted on my heel and went in search of a towel.

Had to clean myself up if I planned on fucking her cunt next. And there was no denying that that was exactly what I was gonna donext. It was the last item on my checklist. The last thing we were gonna share together before we never saw each other again.

Unless this little molly was dumb enough to try her hand at another round of poker at one of my tables. Could only hope she had enough cash on her if she did, though. Seeing as she was one hole shy of having nothing left to offer me anymore.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Pussy was a living, breathing organism of its own. Each had a unique scent, flavor…elasticity. Like a snowflake or flower petal or brush stroke. And I indulged in all of them. The shape or size didn’t matter as long as I was the first one to tear into the packaging. And this girl’s was as much the same as it was different somehow.

I couldn’t put my finger on it—excuse the choice of words… or don’t.But something about the way she stared up at me from where I now had her sprawled out on the bedsheets, my cum barely dried on her lips and back, had my cock hard all over again. There was the innocence I enjoyed, of course. The inquisitiveness that came with doing something she knew she shouldn’t. But there was also a hint of defiance. A need to both comply and disobey warring with each other beneath the surface.

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