Page 89 of Game Changer
Molly lets out a little squeal as I yank her closer to me.But her thighs fall apart, revealing that sweet, sweet pussy to me.The fire flickers behind me, illuminating her, and I study her for a few seconds, enjoying the view.She’s pink and plump and wet.
I set my palms on her inner thighs and lean in to taste her with a long slow lick.
She moans, her hands going flat on the couch cushions.
I lick her again and again, gliding my tongue over slick lips, up and down, probing deeper, then pressing gentle kisses all over her pussy, sucking her soft flesh into my mouth.Her body quivers in response to my touch, and she makes needy whimpery noises.When I touch my tongue to her clit, she jolts, a soft cry escaping her.
“Yes,” she says on a soft moan.“Oh yes…”
I take my time, but give more attention to the sensitive, swollen bud, touching my fingertips to her wet entrance, massaging lightly there, then sliding a finger inside.She clenches around me, and I add another finger as my tongue flicks faster.God, I love this.She’s so responsive, so sweet.
I reach one hand up to cup her breast, her softness filling my palm perfectly, her nipple a hard little nub.Her hips rock up and her abs tighten and I keep lashing at her clit with my tongue, faster, until she’s undulating and crying out, her clit swelling against my tongue.
Jesus, that’s perfect.Beautiful.So fucking hot.I’m so hard I’m hurting, my dick a throbbing spike, but I ignore it as I suck on her clit until she’s drained and limp.I lift my head, my mouth wet with her essence, to study her pulsing pussy, gently rubbing all around it with my fingertips.I’m so turned on I can’t stand it, and I rise to my knees.
Shit.I don’t have a condom.
I lean down to kiss the patch of hair on her mound.“Be right back,” I whisper.
I bolt to the bedroom and roll the rubber on as I walk back.She’s right where I left her, spread open to me, still breathing hard.I kneel again in front of her and slide inside her.She’s so wet it’s easy, and as her heat envelops me, I suck in a sharp breath of relief and bliss.
“Christ, Molly.”I wipe a hand over my mouth, then lean over her to kiss her.Her lips respond, opening to me, clinging to mine as I glide in and out of her.I support myself on one outstretched arm as I fuck her.“You feel amazing.You taste so sweet.I need to fuck this sweet pussy into another orgasm.”
Her body flutters around my dick.“Oh my God.”
“Yeah.”I rock my hips, in, out, again and again, each stroke twisting the hot sensation in my balls higher and higher.“Find it…what do you need, baby?”
She slips her hand down to her clit and comes again after only a few rubs, wailing the most satisfying sound, clenching around me, and I let my orgasm roar over me, exploding at my center, flashing up my spine.My balls squeeze and my cock swells and pulses.
I go still, my hands on her legs, every muscle in my body tense.I’m panting, blind, a mass of jangling nerves.Finally, when my vision clears and the noise in my ears lessens, I move, giving another slow glide in…and out.Gripping my cock, I remove the condom and wrap it in tissues from the box on the table, then I scoop Molly up in my arms and sit on the couch with her on my lap.
She’s naked.Warm.Soft.Curling into me like a kitten, her hand sliding around the nape of my neck as she tucks her head beneath my chin.We sit like that for a while, who knows how long, and then she says, “That was the best trivia game I’ve ever played.”
I blow out a soft laugh.“Yeah.Same.”
Molly
The third weekend we’re there, I’m sitting on the deck with coffee in the morning when a man walks around the corner of the cottage.I nearly spill my coffee I’m so startled.
“Hi!”he says.“How are you?”
“I’m, uh, good.”I stand, only a little embarrassed that I’m wearing a huge pair of Jax’s plaid flannel pants and a hoodie.
“I’m Oliver MacDonald.”He jerks his head.“We have the cottage next door.”
“Oh!Nice to meet you.I’m Molly.”
“Are you…I mean, I heard Jax is here.”
“Yes!He just walked to the store for milk.He should be back any minute.”
“Oh, cool.We kind of grew up together here, when he used to come and spend summers with Mr.and Mrs.Thompson.”
“I’ve heard a lot about those summers.”I smile, my chest warming.“Jax loves it here.”
“It’s great that he still comes back.My wife and I live in Toronto now, but we try to come back every summer too, and usually we meet up with Jax.”
I hear the door of the porch open and close and footsteps in the cottage.“Jax,” I call through the screen door.“There’s someone here to see you.”
