Page 38 of Beautiful Collide

My body feels like it’s on fire.

“Wait,” she breathes, tickling my skin. “Do you have a condom?”

I groan. “Fuck, I don’t. Wait . . . maybe there’s one here.”

There better be one because I need this woman more than I need air to breathe.

I scan the shelves.

She must think I’m nuts, but I’m desperate. My cock is already straining painfully against my jeans.

“There.” She points at a small display of condoms.

“Thank fuck.”

She laughs at my outburst, which is fine by me, but she won’t be laughing once I’m inside her.

I grab a pack, trying and failing to tear it open with my teeth. Molly takes the foil packet and rips it open, then reaches down between us.

She fumbles with my belt buckle as I kiss along her collarbone.

Thunder booms outside, but we barely notice.

We’re both lost in the moment.

I hiss as she takes my cock in her hand and slowly rolls the condom on.

“Fuck, Molly,” I growl.

I press her against the nearest shelf and capture her lips in a searing kiss.

She moans into my mouth as I push her panties aside and slide a finger through her folds. She’s already so wet for me. I circle her clit with my thumb as I ease a finger inside her tight pussy.

“Hudson, please,” she whimpers. “I need you now.”

I carry her to the checkout counter, setting her on the edge.

I slide her jeans down her legs, trailing kisses in their wake.

Molly threads her fingers through my hair, guiding me where she wants me most.

I oblige.

When I finally push into her, we both groan at the sensation. I set a steady rhythm, gripping her hips. Molly meets me thrust for thrust, nails raking down my back.

“Harder,” she demands, making me chuckle.

I comply, driving into her at a punishing pace.

The rickety counter creaks beneath us, but neither of us care.

The only thing that matters is being inside her.

I thrust deeper into her, and a groan escapes both of our mouths.

Too good.

She feels too good.

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