Page 8 of Lost and Found

When our lips finally part, we’re both breathless and craving more. I pull her closer by her hips, feeling her body press against mine. Our clothes intensify the friction as I grind my hard length into her. Her hands explore my toned chest and abs, causing pride to swell within me.

My focus is on Molly and how damn sexy she is. I trail kisses down her neck, tasting her sweet skin before lifting her onto the counter with a yelp of surprise from her lips. My dick aches with need and I can’t wait any longer. I unfasten her jeans and rip them down her legs before tearing off her panties and tossing them behind me.

She rests on her elbows, watching me with rapt attention, her eyelids heavy and barely open. I spread her thighs wide, staring at her gaping cunt, and marvel at the glossy liquid coating her swollen lips.

Fuck, I need to taste her.

I descend on her tight, pink pussy, devouring her as her spicy flavor fills my mouth. Her moans grow louder and I want to hear more, so I thrust two fingers inside, seeking that sensitive spot that I know will drive her to the brink of ecstasy.

Lifting her hips and bringing her core to my eager lips, I shove my tongue into her wet heat. She tastes so fucking good. I can’t get enough. I growl against her slick center while I finger-fuck her needy pussy. She’s so hot and tight. I love the feeling of being in control of her body.

“Wyatt,” she whimpers, arching her back off the island. “Fuck... don’t stop.”

I chuckle darkly, loving the way she begs for me. I add another finger and thrust them deep into her cunt while flicking my tongue against her clit. Her body jerks, and I lean in to suck hard on her pulsing bud as she squirms beneath me.

“Tell me you like it,” I rasp against her entrance. “Tell me how much you need this.”

Her eyes flutter open, filled with lust and desire. “I need... I need you to fuck me, now.” Her voice is husky and low, matching the desperation of mine. “I want you to fuck me hard, Wyatt,” she moans, bucking her hips toward my face.

My eyebrows lift and my movements falter.

Molly whines as I pull back and rise to my feet. “You want my dick, sweetheart? That what you need?” My hands fly to my belt buckle.

She nods eagerly, eyes locked on mine while I rid myself of my jeans and boxers. Then I grab my cock and aim it at her glistening hole, gliding the fat tip over her sensitive flesh. She bites the corner of her lip as her chest rises and falls with each labored breath, anticipating the moment I fill her with my dick.

I bury myself inside her tight heat with one forceful thrust. Molly’s loud cries echo off the walls while our hips slap together in a smooth rhythm of pleasure and desire. We’re lost in each other and the intense bliss coursing through us when the room begins to spin, and blood rushes through my ears.

“Wyatt…” Molly hisses my name like a prayer, her nails digging into my back. The wanton sight of her taking every inch of me urges me to thrust harder and faster, needing to feel her come on my cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper against her neck, my hands roaming over her curves like a starved man. She responds with a soft whimper, her body trembling beneath my touch.

Her voice is shaky as she calls out my name again, telling me she’s close to going over the edge. The sound of her pleasure is too much for me and I reach down between us, using my thumb to press against her clit in time with each drive of my hips.

Her muscles tense as she comes undone, the sensation sending shockwaves straight to my balls. After a few more deep thrusts, I follow her, plunging into her one last time as spurts of hot cum spill inside her.

“You belong to me now,” I whisper in her ear. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her stay.

5

MOLLY

There’s nothing hotter than a sexy man chopping wood with his shirt off.

Wyatt is a sight to behold as I relax on the porch with a cool glass of lemonade while scratching behind Bear’s ears. I’m getting one hell of a show, watching him swing the axe over his head again and again, bringing the heavy blade down onto the rough logs. His muscles flex and sweat trickles over those six-pack abs while the summer heats his taut skin.

Damn, this man is gorgeous.

Setting my glass on the small round table beside me, I stand from the rocking chair and stretch my arms over my head. My movements draw Wyatt’s attention, and he turns his intense gaze on me.

“Wanna give it a try?” He gestures to a new log sitting on the tree stump in front of him.

“Surely, you don’t mean me.” I raise my eyebrows as I consider it.

Actually, that might be fun.

“You see anyone else around here? C’mon, beautiful, let’s get those hands dirty.” This isn’t what I had in mind today, but I’m willing to try it if it gets me closer to his irresistible body.

Bear wanders inside while I make my way toward Wyatt, pretending to crack my knuckles and earning myself a hearty laugh. He holds out the axe, and I nearly drop the damn thing as soon as I take it from his hand. It’s much heavier than I expected.

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