Page 35 of Our Shattered Pieces
I crossed the threshold and had her face in my hands as kicked the door closed behind me. “Give them all back,” I told her. “You can raid my closet this weekend for whatever you need.”
“Grays-”
My lips crashed against hers. I didn’t want to hear her say anything other than yes. I didn’t want to hear her say I was being ridiculous or moving too fast or not allowed to make demands.
Molly started kissing me back, and when she moaned in my mouth, thunder rumbled deep in my veins. Like the warning of an uncontrollable storm ready to tear apart anything in its path. I could feel myself losing control, and it was just one fucking kiss. A kiss I’ve already experienced before.
I knew what Molly tasted like. I knew what it felt like to kiss her, what it felt like to eat her pussy, and what it felt like to fuck her hard and deep.
But this was different.
This was everything.
Sliding one hand up the back of her neck to tangle in her ebony locks, I slid the other one in the opposite direction, across her neck, over her tit, and down her stomach until my fingers were sliding through her wet folds.
Molly was fucking soaked.
Playing with her wetness, I broke off the kiss. Our chests heaving and my mouth tasting the skin underneath her jaw, I growled, “Did you already fuck yourself, or is all that cream for me? Are you soaked because you want my cock so badly?”
Molly moaned. “It’s for you.”
Because she was so soaked, it was nothing to slide two fingers inside her at once. “Fuck, you’re so wet for it.” She didn’t comment, just kept moaning and riding my hand, and that was perfectly fine with me. Molly in the heat of passion was a beautiful sight.
When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I scooped up as much of her cream as I could and made the first move to test everything she had promised she was game for.
Pulling back, I took my sticky fingers and rubbed them all over her lips and cheek. Her eyes flared like a fucking drug addict’s glazed look and I almost shot my load in my pants. She let me make a mess of her face, and even licked her fucking lips.
I yanked my shirt over my head, and I immediately felt Molly’s hands on the waistband of my jeans. I looked down and let her release me, and I let out a dark hiss when her feminine hand wrapped around my hard heat.
With blood rushing through my ears, my heart threatening to beat clean out of my chest, my desperation was showing. My mind was telling me to ease into it, but the sickness that’d been doormat for too long was not with that plan. Everything that was wrong with me was begging me to take Molly at her word and believe her.
With nerves and sick desire hallowing out the pit of my stomach, I grabbed Molly by her hair and pushed her to her knees. Locking her grey eyes to mine, I said, “Suck my cock, baby.” I could see her entire body shutter, and I couldn’t have stopped the next words out of my mouth even with a gun to my head. “Swallow it, slut. Show me what a good, little cocksucker you are.” Molly moaned, and when she took the head of my cock into her mouth, my knees almost gave out on me.
My hands tightened in her hair, and my hips started taking over. I began to fuck her face, and she let me. The pleasure was enough to make me want to close my eyes and drop my head back, but the sight of Molly on her knees, trying to take my length, was too beautiful to ignore.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged when she gagged a bit. “Choke on my cock.”
With Molly’s hands planted against my thighs, she let the tears stream down her face, and my dick was slick with her saliva as I forced her to take as many inches as she could. And soon, that familiar sensation gathered at the bottom of my spine, and I was ready to cum.
“Where do you want it?” I asked her, my hands gathering as much of her hair away from her face as I could. “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming, and I need you to tell me where you want it.”
Molly pulled off my dick long enough to answer, “Everywhere.” Relief was like a cooling balm flowing throughout my body, and with her mouth back on my dick, the first shot of release into her hot mouth nearly put my back out.
Before the second wave erupted, I growled, “Open up, slut.” Tilting her head back, Molly opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and I pulled out just in time to see a rope of white thickness shoot out and land across her right cheek and lips. The third release landed on her neck and tits. And the fourth one landed on her waiting tongue.
Wicked compulsion took over, and my hand reached down to smear my release all over her skin. Remaining on her knees, Molly let me, and her eyes were so dilated with carnal want, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to let her go after this.
Hooking my hand around the back of her neck, I hauled her to her feet, and did something I’ve never done before.
I kissed her with my release massaged into her skin and lips.
And I didn’t fucking care.
Chapter 27
Molly~
He hadn’t been lying.
